he looked at his own palm in disbelief, his gaze following upward...Like a baby's hand and palm, his own arms and torso became incredibly slender and thin. His skin was so tender that it didn't look...It hurts!

My head... my heart hurts so much!

Jǐngyáng gradually awoke from his unconscious state. He felt as if he were immersed in a weightless pool of water. It should have been a warm and comfortable sensation, but at this moment, his heart was pounding wildly, as if it were about to burst. Jingyáng numbly realized that there seemed to be an eerie presence, feeling like scalding boiling water, yet also icy cold, wanting to burrow into the deepest part of his heart...

Stop it! My heart is about to explode...

After an unknown amount of time, Jing Yang suddenly opened his eyes. Like waking from a dream, there was a feeling of disillusionment. Then came the sensation of being bound by something and suffocated by heavy objects... He struggled with all his might, dim light filtering through the cracks in the weight. Jing Yang struggled even more violently, pushing all the objects off his body. Finally, he was free from the restraints and no longer had to maintain an awkward posture. Although tired, he could lie comfortably on his back.

The setting sun painted the sky, and tall, unkempt grass filled Jingyang's vision. He realized belatedly how and when he had ended up in this desolate wilderness.

If I'm not mistaken, it was because of the epidemic that I stayed at home and had nothing to do. I just cooked a bowl of rice and was about to continue looking for something to do to pass the time... In fact, I didn't provoke anyone, I was a law-abiding citizen. How did I end up here with my eyes closed

Jingyang let out a long sigh of frustration, and as he took a deep breath again, his gaze slowly changed - how could there be such a heavy metallic smell

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He suddenly sat up, but slipped and fell with his limbs weak.

A corpse in a suit and tie appeared before him, its vacant, dilated eyes staring directly at his.

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Jingyang suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and goosebumps erupted on his scalp. A wave of cold air shot straight up to his brain from the base of his spine.

He looked around, taking in the scene. Amidst the towering and verdant grasses, he could faintly see corpses scattered everywhere. He had just been buried under a pile of them! Around these corpses in suits were scattered bullet casings and handguns… A gang war No way! What era is this, where gangsters still dare to be so wild

Jingyang lowered his head again and saw, under the pile of corpses, another female corpse. She was dressed in an ordinary gray coat, her eyes half-open as if she hadn't died peacefully. He wasn't a forensic doctor, so he couldn't tell how long the woman and the other men in suits had been dead. But he could see that in the stiff hand of the deceased woman, she was tightly clutching a scattered, empty swaddling cloth…

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Jingyang's breathing quickened, he looked at his own palm in disbelief, his gaze following upward...

Like a baby's hand and palm, his own arms and torso became incredibly slender and thin. His skin was so tender that it didn't look like the skin of a man nearly thirty years old at all; he looked more like a three or four-year-old child!

Did I just time travel

And just crawled out of the swaddling clothes from under the corpse

Jingyang's head was in a whirl, he just wanted to escape this pile of corpses as quickly as possible. He used his hands and feet, slipping several times, his legs going soft, squeezing through the towering, messy grass, trying to climb out.

As he parted the tangled weeds once more, he inadvertently caught sight of a distant hill. At its peak, stood a monstrous beast with its back to the setting sun. Its silhouette was hazy and indistinct, but its twin eyes radiated an eerie glow, locking onto his gaze from afar.

Jingyang was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, completely sobering him up.

Jingyang's heart was filled with despair. He quietly let go of the tall grass he had parted, and lay helpless on the ground, hoping that the beast on the slope hadn't actually seen him...

Then Jing Yang turned his head and saw a patch of gray wolf tail poking out from the grass, less than half a meter from his face.

Jing Yang held his breath and followed the tail forward, his heart sinking little by little. He saw a wild wolf weighing at least 200 pounds gnawing on the corpse of another man in a black suit from the grass pile, making crunching sounds of chewing flesh and bone... Jing Yang couldn't believe it, was he deaf before He hadn't heard any of this

Jingyang carefully moved backward, his eyes fixed on the back of the wolf that was eating.

Suddenly, the wolf's movements stopped, and Jing Yang was so scared that he didn't dare to move.

The wild wolf lifted its hind leg and scratched its neck, then continued to bite down. Jing Yang suppressed his breathing and moved back again… Then, he heard the sound he didn't want to hear most: rustling in the grass beside him. Soon, two wild wolves with blood dripping from their mouths emerged from either side, their green eyes fixed on Jing Yang.

Can it get any worse

The wild wolf that had been munching on its food moments ago suddenly stopped, turned back, and licked its sharp teeth as if it were sneering at Jingyang.

...Yes, it can!

Jing Yang suddenly understood. These three heads of wild hunters of nature had always known about his presence as a living human!

What the hell, you three damn dogs, are you toying with your prey or saving this fresh meat for last

Three gray wolves in a pincer formation, pushed aside the clumps of grass, stepped with all four paws, and let out a low growl like a threat, slowly pacing towards Jingyang.

Jingyang kept retreating, soon bumping into the original pile of corpses. There was no way out.

Facing the three increasingly menacing, man-eating wolves, in that instant when the sense of impending death shrouded his heart, Jing Yang felt his brain cells wither and regenerate at an unprecedented rate, desperately trying to find a way to survive. No matter how imaginative he was, it seemed unrealistic. Was this even a transmigration Before he could figure it out, he was about to be devoured by wolves again, or perhaps just have a meal...

A strand of soft hair, unique to children, drifted in Jingyang's afterglow.

From some point, Jing Yang gradually calmed down. He leaned against the pile of rocks, sitting cross-legged, staring intently at the three wild wolves that had advanced to his front. The bits of meat in their teeth and the sickeningly bloody smell were all clearly visible...

The soft fur was hard to notice, and it moved without wind, gently drifting towards the wolf in the middle.

In the realm beyond human sight, a ball of white life energy swathed the hairs, gradually bending them into the shape of a five-pointed star. Finally, it gently settled within the ear of this wild wolf.

A flash of white light passed, strands of hair scattered and fell away silently, but on the inside of the wolf's ears, a magenta five-pointed star pattern remained on its skin.

Jingyang was shocked to see "himself"!

He was also shocked, looking at the wolf across from him. The wolf's eyes showed a surprise similar to a human's — this one was also "myself"!

Did I occupy this wild wolf's body

A string of doubts flashed through his mind like electricity, but Jing Yang knew there was no time. He immediately controlled the body of the wolf in the middle, without hesitation, slammed into the wolf on the left, then let out a low growl and pounced on the wolf on the right, launching a surprise attack! Jing Yang howled, biting down hard on the struggling wolf's throat, gushing blood into his mouth.

Jingyang disregarded the mental barrier because the other wolf he had just knocked over was already charging back from behind. One claw landed on the back of the wolf Jingyang was controlling, leaving a bloody wound soaking its fur. Jingyang gritted his teeth, this pain was too real!

Jingyang yanked on the throat of the wild wolf beneath his feet, jerking his head back with a splash of blood. He turned to fight the wolf that had ambushed him from behind.

But JingYang, this half-way monk wolf, in hand-to-hand combat, would ultimately not be a match for the professional wolves. Moreover, he was completely unfamiliar with the movement patterns of quadrupeds. The enemy wolf roared while grappling, biting, and wrestling with JingYang, gradually gaining the upper hand… On the other side, JingYang’s true form, sitting cross-legged, watched in anxiety. If he lost this fight, then being bitten to death would be his fate!

One wolf, its throat torn open, gradually stopped struggling. The other two wolves continued to fight. Jingyang took a deep breath of the thick, bloody air, gritting his teeth against the pain in his heart, forcing himself to remain calm. Even if he didn't understand what was really going on, he couldn't afford to make a mistake now...

If I remember correctly, just before I controlled this wild wolf and managed to kill one with its bite, holding the other back, I felt...like my whole body was submerged in invisible water. Then this mass of water enveloped a single strand of my hair, and then...yes, it bent into the shape of a five-pointed star…

Jing Yang was thinking this way, a drop of the crimson blood that had splashed on him floated away from his skin and hovered slowly in front of him. Jing Yang's thoughts were in turmoil, and the line of blood almost fell to the ground. Jing Yang held his breath and concentrated, controlling the bloodline to fly towards the two wild wolves that were rolling and wrestling on the ground. In mid-air, the bloodline gradually formed a five-pointed star under the control of a white light.

As the pentagram bloodline approached, Jing Yang controlled the wolf, who was trying to defend and conserve his strength. Despite having over ten bloody wounds on his body, he roared with all his might, bursting forth with all the power within him, pushing the opponent to the ground. The wolf struggled desperately, refusing to expose its vulnerable belly. Jing Yang manipulated the wolf to pin it down. With two front paws, one pressed against the enemy wolf's head and the other used as a nail, he seized an opportunity and pulled out the opponent's tongue. At the same time, the thin pentagram bloodline controlled by Jing Yang's main body landed precisely on the wolf's exposed tongue under the manipulation of the white light sphere.

A flash of white light passed, and Jing Yang's body suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eyes, as if countless golden stars were exploding before him. He felt weak and limp all over.

Wild Wolf Jing Yang's pupils contracted. The pentagram of blood quickly dissipated on the enemy wolf's tongue, unable to leave the expected rose-gold pentagram pattern - it was a failure!

Jing Yang gritted his teeth secretly. This strange ability seemed to consume "Mana" only at the moment of its formal activation! And he, with his slender arms and legs, could barely hold on to the Mana bar. Successfully controlling a wolf was already a stroke of luck in itself. He simply didn't have the energy to control a second one… Thinking this way, the enemy wolf let out a desperate struggle. Jing Yang didn't have time to think too much. His eyes turned red with rage as he controlled the wild wolf and bit down. Its sharp teeth pierced through the enemy wolf's trachea, blood gurgling out with each convulsion of its body.

It seems that the strategy of defending and counterattacking just now was indeed correct... The struggling strength of the enemy wolf under its sharp claws was getting weaker and weaker. Jing Yang secretly let out a breath, fortunately at least he controlled one wild wolf for himself. Otherwise, with his own little arms and legs after crossing over, forget about defending and counterattacking, it would be purely giving the forensic doctor a headache - the body wouldn't even be complete!

Soon, the wild wolf stopped struggling. Jing Yang felt a strange aura again, drilling into his heart, both cold and hot. His heart twitched violently. Just as he had struggled to stand up, he fell back onto his buttocks.

Was it congenital heart disease Jingyang's face was pale, or... He clutched his chest and looked at the wolf corpse across from him, which was no longer moving after being torn apart. Was that strange breath that pierced into his heart because of this wolf's death

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Recalling the heart-wrenching pain he had felt before waking, Jing Yang looked around. Surrounded by these corpses, half-buried in towering weeds, he finally understood the reason for his dream-like experience.

He paused for a moment, then slowly exhaled a cloud of foul air.

Anyway, I survived!

Jingyang spat out a mouthful of wolf hair, stepped on the corpse and declared victory, but suddenly his face changed drastically. The reason was that when his true body fell back into the pile of corpses, he unintentionally saw the gray-coated woman clutching the swaddling clothes until her death... Jingyang had thought this woman should be like his biological mother after he crossed over, and that he was almost certainly reborn from the swaddling clothes and crawled out...

But, this tiny swaddle, is clearly for a newborn baby.

And although his body now was thin and small, it was clearly the physique of a boy at least three or four years old!

The wolf, controlled by Jingyang, paced to Jingyang's side and, with the perspective of an observer, looked at its own pale new appearance. The newly learned little guy was shorter than this adult wolf. Then he looked at the swaddled baby in the woman's arms who had been dead for a long time... Who was the original baby in the swaddle, and where did it go

"Awooo—"

All around, the increasingly frequent howls of wild wolves echoed.oft hair, unique to children, drifted in Jingyang's afterglow.From some point, Jing Yang gradually calmed down. He leaned against the pile of rocks, sitting cross-legged, staring intently at the three...