socalfunplaces Chapter 4 You're so badly injured, why didn't you call an ambulance?
Chapter 4 You're so badly injured, why didn't you call an ambulance?
"What should we do now?"
Looking at Fei Zhen, who had been fed some water and was now lying on the bed, Shen Yi scratched his head.
He was somewhat surprised to see Hisana in West District 1, but not strange. Although he had forgotten which district Hisana lived in in the original story, he figured it wasn't a good location, which was why she had to abandon Rukia and go to other districts to make a living on her own.
Given her low spiritual pressure and physical condition, it was impossible for her to enter Seireitei. Therefore, the most likely scenario is that she encountered Kuchiki Byakuya near Seireitei.
Runlin'an is undoubtedly the place that ordinary people dream of living in. For Feizhen, who just wants to survive, this is paradise. It is only natural that she would choose this place.
So when Shen Yi saw Fei Zhen collapse in front of him, he had no choice but to take her home. What if she really became the wife of the Kuchiki family in the future? Wouldn't it be very awkward when they met then?
If she were to take revenge and things were to turn around, how could a small bookstore writer like me possibly stand up to the four noble families of Soul Society?
Since things have come to this, let's go cultivate first!
Shen Yi placed a plate of pastries and a glass of water on the bedside table, then left the guest room and returned to his own bedroom.
After much fuss, the Shen Yis in the chat group finally confirmed one thing: this chat group is only for chatting, and at most, for sharing memories.
Shen Yi and his friends were extremely dissatisfied with this. Other characters who transmigrated at the same time either shared or stacked their talents, and some even shared their equipment. But when it came to them, all they could do was share their memories.
But I don't know who I am?
I've long forgotten everything I knew!
Fortunately, one of the five was a martial artist who had been practicing for over ten years. With this memory as a foundation, their training wasn't too difficult.
Shen Yi sat cross-legged on the bed in the bedroom, closed his eyes, and recalled the cultivation memories shared in the chat group in his mind.
This memory comes from Shen Yi in the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes. It includes not only his entire process of cultivating the "Yi Jin Duan Gu Pian" (Muscle/Tendon Changing and Bone Strengthening Manual), but also all his insights from more than ten years of internal energy cultivation.
Although Shen Yi in the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes had mediocre martial arts skills, his more than ten years of cultivation experience were genuine. He meticulously packed every detail into his memory sharing, including how each acupoint operated and how each strand of internal energy was guided.
This undoubtedly provided great help to Shen Yi, a novice cultivator. He circulated his energy according to the method he remembered, drawing upon the energy within his body. At first, it was a bit awkward, but he quickly got into the zone, and a warm sensation rose from his body, flowing slowly along a fixed path.
However, as I continued practicing, the feeling of hunger started to arise.
It's like taking a long nap. When you first wake up, you don't feel anything, but when you come to your senses, you realize that your stomach is already rumbling.
This doesn't make sense, does it?
Shen Yi opened his eyes, touched his stomach, and frowned. He eats three meals a day on time. He even ate a piece of pastry while feeding Fei Zhen water. How could he be so hungry after only cultivating for a short while?
But since he was hungry, he decided to eat something. He pushed open the bedroom door and headed towards the kitchen.
Meanwhile, in the guest room, Hishin, lying on the bed, quietly opened her eyes.
She had actually woken up a long time ago, or more accurately, she hadn't really fainted at all.
Yes, she was indeed trying to extort money, but not money; she was trying to extort people who stuttered.
In a place like Rukongai, if someone were to faint so easily, they would have been picked up and eaten long ago. Although Hisana has low spiritual power and poor physical condition, she has her own way of surviving, which is to play the victim.
Just like when a certain book company was reconciling accounts, the Americans were surprised to find that Chinese people would always ask some extremely cruel questions with an innocent look on their faces:
"You're injured like this, why didn't you call an ambulance?"
"Why give up on yourself and become homeless at such a young age? Even finding a job as a factory worker fixing screws would be better than this!"
"Why can't we go out at night? Are you afraid we'll go to the food street? That's really too dangerous."
Runlin'an can't compare to Huaxia, but compared to the hellish 78th district of Nanrukongai, "Inugawa," this place is simply paradise.
So whenever someone pretends to be a weak, frail girl who could be blown away by the wind and faints on the roadside, there will always be one or two kind-hearted people who are willing to give them a bite to eat.
Of course, this trick doesn't work every time, and Hisana always carefully observes her target before using it.
First of all, this person lives in a detached house in Runlin'an. Owning such a house in the West District 1 means that he is at least not short of money.
Secondly, she personally witnessed a female Shinigami wearing red-rimmed glasses and a Shinigami outfit walking out of his house, which indicates that he has a connection with the Shinigami of Seireitei.
Although the people of Rukongai all hate the Shinigami, it's more of a jealousy of "Why am I not a Shinigami?"—of course, it's also true that the Shinigami don't care about them.
However, most Shinigami do not look down on ordinary people—except for those Shinigami of noble birth, since before the Shinigami Academy of Spiritual Arts appeared, the vast majority of Shinigami were nobles.
So actually, encountering a Shinigami is safer than encountering a Rukongai. In fact, the Rukongai civilians with lower numbers are safer, at least they won't kill you for a bite to eat.
Finally, and most importantly—he doesn't look like a bad guy.
Okay, the last point might not be very reliable, but after being in Rukongai for so long, Hishin believes he has a pretty good eye for people.
As it turns out, she was right about him.
Feizhen turned her head and her gaze fell on the plate of pastries on the bedside table.
In a small white porcelain dish, six pieces of osmanthus cake were neatly arranged, golden in color, and sprinkled with a fine layer of icing sugar.
In Rukongai, this is a rare find. Many people have never even smelled it in their entire lives, let alone eaten it.
Her stomach gave a disapproving growl.
Just then, a rich aroma wafted in through the crack in the door.
It's noodles!
It smells like hot, freshly cooked noodles!
The aroma, mixed with the salty fragrance of soy sauce, was like an invisible hook that precisely caught Fei Zhen's nose, pulling her off the bed.
She involuntarily swallowed, making a clear gurgling sound in her throat.
She was already starving...
She sat up quietly, and Fei Zhen reached out her hand, which was so thin it was almost just bones, and picked up a piece of pastry.
When she took her first bite, Hishi almost burst into tears. She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten something so delicious. Perhaps it was before she died. It had been so long that she had forgotten.
In Rukongai, food is the ultimate currency. Especially in her area, a hardened piece of black bread can start a fight, while a bowl of porridge so thin you can see your reflection in it can save your life.
Feizhen quickly finished the first pastry and picked up the second one. She ate very fast, almost wolfing it down, her cheeks bulging.
The six pastries were quickly finished, and Fei Zhen licked the icing off the plate before letting out a long sigh of relief.
But for someone who has been starving for a long time, this little bit of food is just enough to fill their stomach.
The aroma wafting from outside made her stomach even more active, gurgling and urging her owner to find something else to fill it up.