Chapter 1: Transmigration

The scorching sun made people sweat profusely, and in the dense thicket, Nan Qinghuan crouched, fully focused; her legs were going numb, but the Giant Python ahead stared motionlessly at her.

Sss…

The Giant Python flicked out its agile tongue, hissing to taunt her.

Tick‑tock, tick‑tock… drops the size of beans of sweat fell onto the black earth; Nan Qinghuan's fair little face was covered in stinky sweat. How unlucky—she had only gone out to survey biological samples, yet she got lost in this place infested with Giant Pythons. She originally studied paleontology, so she should know this Giant Python's habits very well, but this time she miscalculated. No matter how learned she is, she had never seen a three‑headed python in modern times; she had only seen a photograph of it among the lab specimens. This Giant Python, called the Three‑Headed Python, should have gone extinct in the Jurassic, yet it appeared in this wild mountain forest.

Anyway, whatever it is, find a chance and run.

She took a deep breath, ready to flee, silently counting in her mind, one, two, three… In an instant, she swiftly tossed a branch to attract the Giant Python's attention, then turned and ran. Unexpectedly, the Giant Python chased after her, and as she ran, she looked back in terror.

Impossible, it's become a spirit!

She casually hurled the stone she held at the Giant Python; the stone struck its head, further enraging the beast, whose serpentine body pursued viciously. Suddenly, Nan Qinghuan stepped on a clump of dried feces and slipped, falling to the ground.

Ouch…

I'm doomed!

The Giant Python coiled its body around her, then used its tail to wrap her and swallowed her whole; seeing that gaping, blood‑filled maw, Nan Qinghuan felt despair.

No matter how she struggled, she couldn't move. What to do? Suddenly, the snake saw her blue eyes and was instantly frightened, about to release her and flee. A dark silhouette descended from the sky; the wild man's figure was swift, he spread his long legs and rode atop the Giant Python's neck, raising the stone knife in his hand to hack at one of its heads.

With a crack, blood splattered; the Giant Python opened its mouth wide, emitting a mournful howl, and in an instant the birds in the forest scattered in all directions.

In her terror, Nan Qinghuan finally saw the man before her. He was rugged and tall, his massive body perched on the Giant Python's head. The Giant Python, under attack, kept trying to strangle them. Nan Qinghuan shouted, "Cut its other head, strike the seven‑inch point!"

The man didn't understand her words, he just kept hacking with the stone knife. Once Nan Qinghuan was free, she immediately grasped the small knife, ready to pierce the snake at the seven‑inch point without fail.

Ugh…

The snake let out a wailing cry, thrashed hard, throwing both of them onto the ground. Then the Giant Python gradually choked and died; the wild man finally got up, brushed the fresh blood from his face, and, with lingering interest, licked it.

Nan Qinghuan's little heart was still pounding; she hurriedly got up, brushed off the dust, and greeted the wild man, "Thank you for saving me."

The greeting wasn't the important part; she glanced at the wild man, wondering why he looked so wild. The wild man stood up without moving, blood still flowing from his lower leg. Nan Qinghuan didn't dwell on it, only thought his attire was odd; seeing his injury, she hurriedly said, "Hey, your leg is hurt—let me see."

The wild man still didn't move, his keen gaze scrutinizing Nan Qinghuan. Her eyes, as a female, were different‑colored? Just now, it was her eyes that had stunned him, causing the snake to wound him.

Seeing the strange man silent, Nan Qinghuan assumed he was hurt and didn't want to speak, hurried to his side, crouched, and said, "Don't move, let me look at the wound."

The wild man's sharp gaze fixed on her, completely ignoring his own injury. Nan Qinghuan examined his leg and found a cut. She quickly took out a modern hemostatic spray from her backpack to stop the bleeding, but unexpectedly, Ying grabbed her delicate wrist, startling Nan Qinghuan instantly. "What are you doing?"