Yun Ji never expected to survive.
When she lost consciousness, her entire body ached terribly, completely beyond her control—convulsing, trembling, and freezing cold. Her awareness detached from the pain, plunging into an icy numbness devoid of sensation.
It felt no different from her death in her previous life.
Yet now, she had actually woken up?
Was this the perk of being a transmigrator?!
But though her consciousness had returned, her body still seemed largely unresponsive. She lacked even the strength to open her eyes.
Drowsy and disoriented, her breath felt scorching hot—likely from a fever. Noisy, chaotic sounds filled her ears: the flow of water, faint rustling movements…
Why was there a howling wind?
What was that crackling sound from things crashing?
Huh? Why was there thunder now?
Then she heard Shen Yinshuo’s furious roar:
“Wei Sheng! You brainless idiot! What in the world—have you—released?! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!”
For some reason, Shen Yinshuo’s words came out in broken bursts, sounding oddly stuttered.
Next came Wei Sheng’s voice, echoing and shifting as if near and far: “Pfft! You’re the idiot—your whole family are idiots—your whole family are fools—pfft pfft pfft! Pfft pfft pfft!”
What in the world was going on?
She was puzzled, but a wave of drowsiness washed over her, making even thinking a struggle.
Rather than checking on her companions, she wanted more than anything to sleep.
Whatever. After miraculously coming back to life, sleep came first.
Yun Ji relaxed entirely and drifted off.
Then she heard an exceptionally gentle voice, so pleasing it felt like her ears were melting:
“Could you all quiet down a little, please?”
Her eyes snapped open instantly.
A medical miracle!
Happening right now!
Where was the person with such a mesmerizing voice? She had to see!
But she saw no one.
In her field of vision was a Soul Lamp spinning and leaping mid-air, followed by a string of organs—heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys—and Wei Sheng’s head.
…?
Uncertain, she looked again.
This time, she saw a fiercely howling tornado.
The tornado whirled and danced, sweeping up the Soul Lamp, Wei Sheng, and Shen Yinshuo’s wildly flailing hair. Unidentifiable chunks of flesh flew chaotically in the violent wind, smacking into Shen Yinshuo and dazzling his vision.
Shen Yinshuo tried to curse, but the moment he opened his mouth, he was assaulted by flying flesh, forcing him to spit in embarrassment.
Wei Sheng attempted to curse too, but before he could speak, he was also hit by flesh chunks, angrily spitting in response.
…?
The Death Row Prison.
An enclosed, windowless Death Row Prison.
Had a tornado sprung up inside!
How could she be witnessing such a surreal scene without being on drugs!
Yun Ji’s jaw dropped.
Immediately, she was struck by flying flesh.
She began spitting too.
The moment she made a sound, the prison cell fell eerily silent in an instant.
The fierce wind whistled away into the distance like a skyrocket.
Wei Sheng’s head dropped, the organs plummeted, and the flying chunks of flesh also fell, covering Shen Yinshuo entirely.
It was quite a picturesque scene (?
).
Yun Ji, who often felt she was losing her mind, peacefully closed her eyes.
Her mother once said: if you have a nightmare, pretend nothing happened—that way, you can fall asleep quickly and leave the nightmare far behind.
Then, that miraculously beautiful voice spoke again beside her ear: “Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”
Yun Ji immediately opened her eyes, twisting her stiff neck to look toward the source of the voice.
She saw a puddle of muddy water.
First, she ruled out the possibility that it had produced the sound.
Then she saw Wei Sheng being held up by two hands.
Two elbows touched the ground, moving like human legs as they scurried rapidly toward her.
Wei Sheng: “Yun Ji, you… sobbing… finally woke up! How dare you sleep for so long? I hate you! That bastard tore my body to pieces… I’m so heartbroken… sobs…”
…Let’s rule this one out too.
Her final gaze fell upon the Human Cauldron placed not far beside her.
Was it making that sound?
Coincidentally, Wei Sheng’s head had already been placed beside Yun Ji by his own hands.
He was crying while looking at Yun Ji and pouring out his grievances, surprisingly without the usual arrogance he displayed in the past.
His hair was disheveled and his face covered in blood, yet he didn’t ask Yun Ji to tidy him up, merely complaining pitifully: “You fell asleep and wouldn’t wake up, and I got bullied into this state. Yun Ji, you have to take responsibility for this.”
Yun Ji was utterly confused.
What was she supposed to take responsibility for? She knew nothing about any of this!
But the current situation was too complicated, and there were too many things Yun Ji needed to sort out – like why there was a sandstorm and tornado inside the Death Row Prison, why Wei Sheng was flying through the air earlier, and also—
“Does that cauldron… can it speak?”
Yun Ji asked with a cautious expression.
Wei Sheng: ?
Lin Shu: ?
Human Cauldron: …
If the Human Cauldron could speak, it would definitely say it couldn’t speak.
Just from Wei Sheng’s expression, Yun Ji knew she had guessed wrong!
So she looked at Wei Sheng even more cautiously, her voice still hoarse from just waking up but extremely serious:
“Wei Sheng, you need to listen to me carefully.”
Wei Sheng listened attentively.
Yun Ji: “I heard a voice from heaven. It gently asked everyone to be quiet and inquired if I was feeling unwell.”
Wei Sheng: …………..?
Yun Ji: “This must be because I’ve accumulated virtue through good deeds all my life, so goodness is rewarded with goodness. I think you should also abandon your violent ways and become a good person.”
Wei Sheng looked at Lin Shu in horror: “Did you damage her brain during treatment???”
Lin Shu also abandoned his usual calm gentleness, replying in panic: “I didn’t! I don’t know! I really don’t know! This is my first time seeing this too! How could medicine for treating heart, liver, spleen, and lungs damage the brain? I have no idea!”
Only when Lin Shu spoke did Yun Ji realize such a beautiful voice was coming from this lump of mud.
How could this be right!
But what was wrong with it!
This was a fantasy world – even mud gaining sentience was normal. She should respect every species… every piece of mud!
Yun Ji turned her head to look at Lin Shu and said seriously: “You know what? You’re the best-sounding mud I’ve ever heard! Just hearing you speak makes me feel completely refreshed!”
Lin Shu’s mud-like body bubbled several times in succession, and after several seconds, he replied with clear embarrassment: “Thank you.”
Wei Sheng was shocked that Lin Shu had so readily accepted being called “mud.”
He couldn’t help asking Yun Ji: “You’ve heard other mud speak before?”
Yun Ji: “None of your business.”
She tried to change the subject: “Why isn’t Shuo Shuo saying anything?”
Shen Yinshuo had already fainted from the stench of the minced flesh covering her body.
Or perhaps she had passed out from excessive blood loss.
Yun Ji was forced to look away. Just as she was about to ask Wei Sheng what exactly had happened, Lin Shu suddenly spoke up:
“Yun Ji, why won’t you speak with me? Didn’t you say my voice was pleasant to hear? Have I done something to upset you, making you ignore me? Since you woke up, you’ve spoken ninety-six words to Wei Sheng but only thirty to me. Are you very afraid of speaking with me? Or does talking to me make you uncomfortable? Earlier you asked why the Human Cauldron doesn’t speak—do you know I use the Human Cauldron for medicine preparation? Do you have certain expectations of me, or is this some kind of test? Or perhaps there’s some other reason…”
Wei Sheng, hearing Lin Shu speak so much for the first time: ?
Yun Ji, pupils shaking from the shock:
Good heavens! Where did this overthinking mudball come from!