Chapter 18: CHAPTER 17: REINCARNATION (3)

Binh An couldn't help but notice his shirt, aside from the fact that it was oddly damp, was however much shorter than it was in the previous day, very fit, not too many layers on top of his body, yet he could still feel the warmth and solidity of the fabric material. These must be exceptionally high quality clothes, making him wonder what kind of high status household did he accidentally get lost into.

However, only at this moment did he suddenly notice the height of his body... the height was not right. The smile on his face immediately disappeared, exchanged with a solemn expression. How could he have missed it after such a long time? His vision was obviously much shorter than before, as if two of his feet had been chopped off. Even the body movement was extremely awkward and unfamiliar.

He stared at his hand, one minute ago when he was still holding the books, he did feel like something was wrong, but at the time, he didn't look much into it, simply because he was too distracted by all the weird surroundings. 

Now, after attentively inspecting, he discovered those in front of him were such slim and fair hands, the surface of the back of which was so smooth, with no evidence of obvious tendons, wounds, or scars. The hand's appearance certainly belonged to a man, except that it was not his… no… it definitely did not belong to his old body.

Oh no…

Don't tell him…

He immediately walked over to the glass window, put down some of the books from the piles that were blocking the window to make more room. The light was not too bright, enough to serve as a blurry mirror.

On it, the image of a young, unfamiliar man was reflected back at his eyes.

Until now, he was just vaguely wandering around without knowing anything, now, he could finally be certain of one thing.

This person was not the old him. 

This young man had such a handsome and delicate face, especially his light brown eyes covered in long eyelashes, that Binh An couldn't help but to stare with all his might. Such a prominent feature of a beauty in his blossoming youth.

But…

What's the deal with the haircut? Why is it cut like this? Who dares cut it like this? 

Binh An complained.

This is way too short, even exposing the entire nape of the neck, leaving only a small amount of hair in the front which was swept to one side, extremely entangled. 

This person, he must have committed such an unforgivable crime to be forced to have his hair cut in this manner. Cutting one’s hair this short was equivalent to cutting their head off. Long hair was a person’s honor and self-esteem, it was given to you by your very own parents, therefore cannot be arbitrarily changed like this.

Wait! Binh An was off-topic again. This wasn’t the time to worry about one's hair. He only just found out about his new, shocking appearance, that should be his main concern for now. 

Turned out, Binh An was not transmigrated to another location nor was he resurrected. He was, more precisely, literally, stealing the body of this person.

“Stealing the body” or “Body possession” explained in the spiritual term means that a powerful spirit found a body that matched with its flowing energy, then interacted with that body with evil attention, gradually and forcibly taking over the body of that person, whether alive or dead, without their permission or their consent.

This was extreme taboo and a complete violation against the balance and harmony of the two realms, Yin and Yang. It was also considered a heinous and unforgivable crime. The guilty spirit must then be pursued and destroyed by the cultivators  to avert future consequences. 

So, the piece of white silk that hung high above and across the room, which he initially mistook for some kind of interior decoration, was actually the sign indicating that the home was in mourning. As Binh An would have guessed by now, he was reincarnated in the body of the dead and the owner of this chamber was no one else but himself.

He just wanted to redo his life, reform by the law, yet, as soon as he got here, he was already committed one of the biggest crimes ever, and it wasn’t even his intention in the first place, he sure had the worst of luck. 

This person’s face, the one that captivated him, was indeed too innocent and gentle, completely opposite to his previous appearance, sharp and charming. It’s certainly not someone he wanted to be, rather someone he wanted to be with. Binh An wanted to cry tears of blood.

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It seemed that, time had passed quite a lot, he was no longer living in the world he used to know; it was probably because the time he spent wandering in that never-ending desert was far too long. This world had belonged to the future, everything was very new, somewhat more advanced and innovative.

“Rumble…”

Binh An was still wailing while his stomach started out its protest. He looked at it with irritated eyes. After a heavy, lengthy sigh, he forced himself to stand up straight and head for the door.

Wait!

This door… how to open it again? 

The latch was very strange, the whole door only had a round handle, he grabbed it and pulled it out, just like how he did to the drawer. However, this time, luck did not smile upon him, he couldn't open it. With his stubbornness, he didn’t let go of the knob for one second, kept trying to pull in and push out, yet, the results remained the same. 

This modernity for sure did not sit well with him.

He reflexively knocked on the door with his hand and yelled.

"Is anybody home?"

Saying that sentence, he realized that he had a problem; he was inside the house, not outside.

"Aizzz" He scoffed.

“Rumble… Rumble...”

Well, if his stomach kept demanding him to break the door, he could only obey. Binh An immediately slammed his whole body against the door, his shoulder serving as the primary weapon.

“Sh*t! That hurts so bad” Binh An exclaimed..

And the door still wouldn't budge an inch.

Binh An had faced many challenging opponents, including the most powerful cultivators ; he easily sent each of them down to have a meeting with the Underworld Emperor, yet, he was unable to defeat this damn door. Okay. If it wanted to play, he would play with it till the end.

Binh An took a step back to gain momentum, lifted his foot, aimed at the middle of the door, and launched himself at it with enormous force. Back in the day, he could burst through even the thickest of doors; now, this door should be no match for him.

“Boom!!!”

Sure enough, he was knocked over by the door, the back facing the ground; the hands gripping his leg and the body kept rolling back and forth. 

How was this body so weak?

At this rate, he would die of starvation instead. Binh An regretted that he refused to die under the hand of an Underworld Official, at least, it wouldn’t be as embarrassing. 

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