Above the gray fog

"It's not a dream..."

Lin Shan lowered his head and looked at the pendant hanging in front of his neck.

One end of the pointer glowed with dim white light under the candlelight.

"The bodies have been swapped again."

Using the pointer given by the quill, he returned to the ritual space.

Lin Shan turned to look at the window next to him.

Outside the window, through the gaps between several huge leaves, you can see a bright white moon hanging high in the sky.

"The ritual must be completed as soon as possible."

"There may be something wrong with my body."

"Why can't I remember the experience of another body?"

Lin Shan found that the body in the ritual space was relatively stable, and there was no sense of mental tearing like outside.

When he recalled what he had experienced in another body, he felt like he was seeing things in a fog, and he couldn't remember many details clearly.

There was only one fragment that impressed him, which was the space ring made of candle dragon scale powder.

It felt... as if he was dreaming.

If the pointer in front of his neck was not still there, he would even believe that it was a dream.

"What is certain is that I successfully used the pointer to return to the body left in the mustard space."

"That body can return to the human race in a few years."

"In this way, this body can concentrate on preparing the ritual in the ritual space. The faster the promotion, the better. It is best to be able to do it before the sacred corridor is broken."

"What exactly is the ritual..." Lin Shan thought as he struggled to prop up his body and lean on the head of the bed.

There was still a glass of water thoughtfully prepared next to the candle on the bedside table.

Lin Shan reached out and took the water cup. This time he did not break the water cup directly like last time, but took the cup easily.

Lin Shan's blurred face reflected in the water was the image of a child, but this image was definitely not him.

Um?

Can the water in the glass be used as a mirror?

He didn't know whether it was possible in theory, but under the dim candlelight, a glass of water could never be used as a mirror.

There's something wrong with this water...

Although he was very thirsty, Lin Shan did not drink the water from the cup immediately.

Instead, he deliberately dropped the cup and broke it.

"Clang!"

The sound of the water glass breaking echoed in the dark night.

Not long after, the light of a candle appeared in front of the door.

"Click." The door was pushed open.

It was the same girl. She pushed the door open a crack and put the candle in first. When the candle light hit Lin Shan, she pushed the door open completely and walked in.

"Are you okay? Do you want a drink of water?" The girl put the candlestick in her hand on the table and frowned at the glass shards on the ground. It could be seen that she seemed a little distressed.

"Well, can you pour me another glass of water?" Lin Shan's voice was a little hoarse.

"Okay, wait here, I'll be here in a minute." The girl responded, turned around and walked out.

At this time, women's voices came from other rooms.

"What's going on?"

"It's okay, mom. The tribesman is awake. He's thirsty. I'll get him a glass of water."

"Broken the cup again?"

"Um..."

"This is the second one." The woman's voice was filled with resentment.

"It's just a cup, what do you care about?" At this time, a middle-aged male voice sounded in the room again, "You continue to sleep, I will go and take a look. It is not easy to meet the same tribe. There are not many people in the tribe, so I can help if I can." ....."

Lin Shan listened to their conversation word for word.

Capture the important information.

There are not many clan members left.

What tribe?

Do they consider themselves their own people?

Or... the body he is using now belongs to their tribe.

If the shadow reflected in the water glass just now is what he looks like now, then this body should not be his.

Is it a soul possessing it?

Is this ritual similar to role-playing?

You can't use your original identity...

Lin Shan chewed the information gained from the conversation and thought about various possibilities.

There was a candlelight outside the door approaching again.

"Dong, dong dong!"

There was a gentle knock on the door.

"Please come in." Lin Shan said, his childish voice coming out. His body may only be about twelve years old.

"Crunch."

The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a coat walked in.

Their eyes met.

Lin Shan looked at the man in front of him carefully.

He has a beard, short hair that is slightly curly, a tall nose, deep eyes, and an unusually strong physique. His strong chest muscles can be seen through the gap between the two buttons of his coat.

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Lin Shan with dark brown eyes, "Young tribesman, you are awake, do you feel okay?"

His voice was deep and deep.

Young... Hearing this word, Lin Shan felt a little weird. He didn't expect that he would still have the opportunity to pretend to be a child after being hundreds of years old.

I don’t know if the child he possessed has hidden his life experience. Since it is soul-transportation, this child must have existed before he entered this world.

The so-called ceremony may require the use of the current identity. Lin Shan followed the middle-aged words.

"I feel okay, but I'm a little dizzy." Lin Shan replied.

"I heard from An Qi that you don't remember what happened before... You should have a good rest here during this period. When you remember where your home is, I will take you home."

"Okay." Lin Shan nodded slightly. He hadn't figured out the situation yet, so he could only talk as little as possible and do nothing so as not to make any mistakes.

Even though this would leave a bad impression on people, it was the most conservative approach in an unfamiliar environment.

"My name is Andre Nomitia, you can call me Uncle Andre, or Grandpa Andre." Andre grinned at Lin Shan.

"Okay, Uncle Andre, my name is... Lin Shan... Mumu Mia," Lin Shan smiled back and made up a name with a similar format.

Lin Shan didn't know which country this name was from. Weird World originated from the gods of the Greek genealogy. This string of names should be in the format of ancient Greece. It may be a bit awkward to translate it into Chinese, but it is surprisingly smooth in the language of this world.

"Lin Shan Mumu Mia? Then I'll call you Lin Shan." Andre had no other ideas.

At this time, Lin Shan heard footsteps in the distance.

He pretended to hold his forehead with a painful look.

"What's wrong?" Andre approached and held Lin Shan, a fishy smell that could not be covered up even after taking a bath filled him, and there was also a strong smell of alcohol.

"It's okay, I just feel a little dizzy." Lin Shan said, and lay down directly.

Seeing this, Anderlie carefully covered Lin Shan with a blanket and said, "Then you have a good rest. If you need anything, call Anqi. She is my daughter."

"Okay, thank you Uncle Anderlie." Lin Shan opened his eyes slightly and thanked him.

"Well..." Anderlie nodded slowly, holding the candlestick and walked to his room.

The moment Anderlie went out, Lin Shan opened his eyes, and there was no sign of weakness just now.

Just at this time, Anqi came into the room with a candlestick in one hand and a water cup in the other.

"The water is on the cabinet for you." Anqi saw Lin Shan's eyes wide open, and looked up along Lin Shan's gaze. There were only beams with spider webs on them.

"Thank you." Lin Shan thanked him, and at the same time, he propped himself up with force, "Can you close the door for a while? I'm a little cold."

"Okay." Anqi quickly put down the water cup and closed the wooden door next to the bedside cabinet.

Now only An Qi and Lin Shan were left in the room.

This was exactly what Lin Shan wanted.