Ghost-head Saber Technique! (Seeking Collection)

Pain!

A sharp pain, like being pricked by needles!

The moment Qin Zheng woke up, the intense pain from his chest almost made him pass out again.

Dense cold sweat beaded on his pale face.

After a moment, the pain slowly receded.

Qin Zheng managed to catch his breath and regain his senses.

He looked around.

It was a mud hut, sparsely furnished with only a stove, a water vat, a wooden bed, and a cupboard.

Besides these, there was also a ghost-head saber, about five feet long, gleaming with a chilling cold light.

"I've transmigrated."

Along with scattered memory fragments in his mind, Qin Zheng muttered to himself in disbelief.

However, before he could think further, the pain in his chest began again.

Fortunately, it wasn't as severe as before.

Enduring the pain, Qin Zheng opened his inner garment to examine his chest.

He saw a clear black palm print on his wheat-colored skin.

The excruciating pain Qin Zheng felt was entirely due to this palm print.

It was also precisely because of this palm print that the original owner of the body didn't survive, allowing the transmigrated Qin Zheng to take over.

"What kind of enemy did the original owner provoke?!"

Qin Zheng's expression turned grim.

From the scattered memories in his mind, he understood that he was currently in a dynasty called the Great Jin.

It was a dynasty similar to ancient times in his previous life, yet different in some ways.

Here, martial artists could scale walls and shatter rocks, and demonic beings could manifest as humans and devour people.

In such a dynasty, only martial artists who had cultivated martial arts and possessed strength could live with some peace of mind.

Ordinary people were like fish on a chopping block, bullied by anyone.

The original owner of Qin Zheng's body was an executioner in Black Goose City, Qingzhou, under the Great Jin Dynasty.

He had no martial arts, only brute strength and a sharp, ancestral ghost-head saber.

It was thanks to his ancestral blessings that the original owner had such a stable job.

After the pain subsided, Qin Zheng stood up and slowly walked to the water tank.

He first picked up the water ladle and drank several large gulps to relieve his parched throat. Then, he lowered his head to look at his reflection in the water缸.

It was a youth of about seventeen or eighteen, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, quite handsome.

But at this moment, his brows were furrowed, his face was pale, and he looked very weak.

After confirming the appearance of his current body, Qin Zheng looked up at the medicine pot on the stove.

A faint burnt smell emanated from the pot.

It was likely that the original owner had brewed medicine to heal the wound on his chest.

However, he hadn't survived, and Qin Zheng had transmigrated to occupy his body.

Qin Zheng browsed through everything in the room while organizing the memory fragments in his mind.

In the original owner's memories, he couldn't find out how he got injured.

He only remembered that one day, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then the pain would occur every day at the hour of the Rooster.

Moreover, in the beginning, there was no black palm print on the original owner's chest.

As time passed, the intensity of the pain increased daily, and the black palm print became clearer.

The original owner didn't suspect that it was the work of a martial artist.

He simply thought that as an executioner who had beheaded too many people, his virtue had been depleted, and vengeful spirits had come to haunt him.

After all, all of the original owner's ancestors were executioners and had died young, none living past the age of thirty.

This had led the original owner to form this preconception.

And what was being brewed in the medicine pot was not medicinal soup.

It was a concoction of talismans he had obtained at great expense from the Qingyang Taoist Temple in Black Goose City.

"No wonder I didn't smell any medicinal scent."

Qin Zheng shook his head, feeling somewhat speechless.

In the memory fragments, he discovered that although the original owner's ancestors had died young...

But the reasons were all that he was killed by martial artists from the jianghu; not a single one died naturally or from supernatural events.

After all, an executioner, standing on the execution ground, would sever a head with a single strike.

As for those close to the convicts, unable to defy the court to avenge them, how could they not kill a mere executioner like you?

In any case, executioners had no martial arts to protect themselves, and were merely ordinary people recruited by the court.

They were like leeks, cut down only to grow back again. The court felt no pain in killing them, and the killers bore no burden.

Therefore, his predecessor must have certainly beheaded a certain convict and was then sought out for revenge by someone close to that person.

It wasn't that he was being targeted by ghosts.

Qin Zheng concluded this. Although it was just a guess, he figured it was likely the case.

And right now, what he needed to do was first expel the palm strike he'd received to his chest.

Otherwise, while his predecessor didn't survive this time, it might be him who wouldn't survive the next.

It was just that he didn't even know who had struck him in the chest.

Nor did he know how to expel the palm's power.

He could only wait for it to get brighter, finish today's task, and then go to the medical clinic to see what the doctor said.

From his memories, he learned that he still had to go to the execution ground to behead people this morning. Fortunately, it wouldn't take much time.

It was just that he wasn't his predecessor, and he didn't know if he could adapt to such a scene.

He could only hope that no mistakes would happen.

Qin Zheng rubbed his temples with a headache.

The palm print on his chest had already turned as black as ink. If it were a medical condition, it would be considered terminal, beyond any cure.

Could this palm's power still be dispelled and removed?

What would he do if it couldn't be removed?

Just as he was thinking, Bang bang bang!

There was a knock on the door.

Simultaneously, a voice called out, "Qin Zheng, time is almost up. Prepare yourself, you need to go to the execution ground."

Qin Zheng quickly put on his clothes and opened the door.

Outside stood a middle-aged constable, dressed in black robes and with a long saber at his waist.

His surname was Wang. Qin Zheng had some impression of him from his predecessor's memories, but not much.

"Okay, Constable Wang, I'll tidy up and be right there."

Qin Zheng replied somewhat weakly.

The other person remained in the posture of knocking, staring blankly at Qin Zheng, looking stunned.

Only after a few breaths did he react and say, "Alright, alright. I'll head over first. You hurry up and come."

After speaking, without waiting for Qin Zheng's response, he left first.

After watching Constable Wang leave, Qin Zheng turned back and closed the door, his expression instantly turning grim.

The constable's appearance just now clearly showed his surprise that Qin Zheng could still open the door and respond.

So, he knew that Qin Zheng had taken a palm strike and was nearing death!

Thinking of this, Qin Zheng felt a surge of sadness, followed by a burst of anger!

He was working for the court, beheading those condemned by the court.

But in the end, he received no protection from the court. Even these constables, knowing his fate, coldly watched him go to his death.

This executioner job, it seemed, was not worth doing!

Qin Zheng took two steps forward and grasped the ghost-head saber placed by the wall.

Buzz!!

Suddenly, the ghost-head saber trembled slightly.

Qin Zheng felt his mind suddenly explode.

His consciousness instantly sank.

When he came to his senses, he saw that his surroundings were pitch black, like a starry sky.

And before him, a scroll exuding an ancient aura slowly unfurled.

[Qin Zheng]

[Lifespan: 70 (17)]

[Merit: Three Qian]

[Discovered Item - Ghost-head Saber, can be refined, requires one Qian Merit. Refine?]

[Note: Refining yields martial art - Ghost-head Saber Technique]