The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

Two middle-aged people, a man and a woman, wearing the same style of blue-gray work clothes, stood in front of the hospital bed. Their clothes still had some loose threads and lint stuck to them, so it was obvious that they had just gotten off work and rushed over.

There was a girl in a blue and white school uniform standing next to her, with her ponytail tied high and her face expressionless.

They are Wu You's adoptive parents, Wu Linhai and Cui Zhu, and their biological daughter, Wu You's sister, Wu Jing, who is not related to Wu You by blood.

Wu You was a little helpless after being subjected to a thorough "inspection".

"Dad, Mom, I'm really fine." He dodged Cui Zhu's outstretched hand again. "I was just grazed by a car that ran a red light on the way here, I'm not hurt at all."

Cui Zhu raised an eyebrow: "You're hospitalized and you're still fine?!"

Wu Linhai chimed in, "That's right, Xiaoyou, don't be afraid. Although you weren't seriously injured, your parents will definitely get justice for you being hit by the car."

"I'm really fine..." Wu You said, both amused and exasperated. "Didn't you just ask the doctor? It's just a scrape, I bumped my finger, nothing else."

"That won't do either!"

The couple spoke in unison.

Wu You opened his mouth, but didn't argue anymore.

He knew their temperaments.

He knew his family's financial situation. Both of Wu's parents worked in a garment factory, earning a combined monthly salary of only six or seven thousand yuan. They had been saving every penny for over ten years before finally taking out a loan to buy a house a few years ago, barely managing to settle down in Lanhe City.

When they received the call that he had been in a car accident, the two of them had just gotten home from get off work and hadn't even had time to change their clothes before taking Wu Jing in a taxi and rushing to the hospital.

Originally, Wu You was introverted and quiet, and dared not utter a sound even when bullied at school.

They were so anxious because they were genuinely worried, and also because they feared that he would be even more afraid to go out and would lock himself in the house because of this.

"Mom and Dad, it's really okay." Thinking of this, Wu You softened her tone. "The driver has been arrested by the police. You can call and ask if you don't believe me. Uncle Lin, who just came to take my statement, left his number."

He took a piece of paper from the bedside table and handed it to him; it was left by Lin Yuan before he left.

Cui Zhu took it, glanced at it, and dialed the number directly.

The phone rang twice, then it connected.

"I am Lin Yuan."

Cui Zhu tightened her grip on the phone: "Um, Lin... Police Officer Lin, hello, this is Wu You's mother, Cui Zhu. I want to ask about my son being hit by a car, and about the driver who caused the accident..."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Your son was injured on Xinhe Road by an out-of-control car driven by a drunk driver." Lin Yuan's voice was calm and businesslike. "Although it didn't reach the level of minor injury, the driver is suspected of violating the Public Road Safety Law, and we have taken him into custody according to regulations. He will also pay for all of your son's medical expenses."

He paused, then added, "In addition, he also needs to give Wu You a sum of compensation, four thousand jade coins."

Choi Joo paused for a moment, then said, "Ah... I see. Thank you all, but this was all so sudden..."

"You're welcome, it's what we should do."

The phone hangs up.

Wu You listened from the side, and a thought crossed his mind.

Four thousand jade coins.

Mr. and Mrs. Wu each earn a little over three thousand yuan a month working at the factory.

The driver who caused the accident paid compensation, and the Public Security Bureau covered the bill—Lin Yuan arranged everything very well.

Meanwhile, Lin Yuangang hung up the phone.

A man dressed similarly to him looked over and asked, "How did it go?"

"There was no energy reaction; he was just an ordinary person who was affected by the incident."

"That was probably solved by those unregistered civilian activists."

"It should be."

"Has the source of this zombie species been identified?"

"The enforcement department is still investigating."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan's colleague sighed: "Sigh, so many monsters and demons have emerged as soon as the director got into trouble. It's truly a troublesome time."

"Indeed, we can only hope that the new director appointed by the higher-ups will arrive soon."

. . . . . .

Ward at the Third Community Hospital of Lanhe City.

After listening to the phone call, Mr. and Mrs. Wu visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

With the driver at fault apprehended and compensation secured, the anxiety on the two men's faces finally subsided somewhat.

Wu You pressed her advantage: "Dad, Mom, I want to be discharged and go home."

"Go home?" Cui Zhu frowned again. "You've been in the hospital..."

"The doctor said it's nothing, and you asked him too," Wu You said, looking at them. "It's just a scratch, and staying in the hospital isn't comfortable."

Mr. and Mrs. Wu exchanged a glance, then called the doctor back to ask again. Only after confirming that there was nothing seriously wrong did they reluctantly nod.

Wu You threw off the covers and got out of bed. As soon as she stood up, Cui Zhu nudged Wu Jing next to her: "Xiao Jing, quickly help your brother."

Wu You looked at her.

Wu Jing is two years younger than him and just got into Lanhe No.1 Middle School this year—the best high school in the city.

Although Wu You's school, No. 5 Middle School, wasn't bad, it couldn't compare to No. 1 Middle School. Wu Jing, on the other hand, had outstanding grades and was the teacher's darling.

But his relationship with Wu You has always been strained.

It all started two years ago when she accidentally learned that Wu You was adopted, not her biological child. From then on, the way she looked at Wu You changed. She always felt that Wu You was taking away the attention and love that her parents should have given her, and occasionally when they argued, she would even use things like "You're not even their biological child" to hurt him.

When Cui Zhu called her name, Wu Jing remained silent for a few seconds. In the end, she didn't argue in front of her parents, but silently walked over and reached out to support Wu You's arm.

The action was supportive, but the expression didn't lie—the brows were slightly furrowed, and the fingers were only lightly touching.

Mr. and Mrs. Wu watched from the side, exchanged a glance, and sighed.

They had tried to persuade them, but kids this age just get more stubborn the more they were told. After several unsuccessful attempts, they had no choice but to leave it at that.

The old Wu You would have been unhappy about this, but the Wu You who has traveled through time doesn't take it to heart at all.

He was thinking about something else entirely: where could he get a sword?

The black mist in the alley, Li Wei who had turned into a monster, and the "corpse species" that Lin Yuan mentioned—he knew that this world was not peaceful.

Only the sword manual deep within his consciousness could give him a sense of security.

Therefore, I must start practicing swordsmanship immediately.

The sooner the better.

-

Back home, Wu You quickly washed up and changed into clean clothes.

The bathroom mirror was covered with water droplets. He wiped it with his sleeve and looked at the face reflected in it.

Her black hair was a bit long, hanging down and covering half of her eyebrows.

His features were fairly delicate, but there was a hint of gloom in his eyes, making him seem unapproachable.

This is what he looks like now.

I did indeed time travel.

He looked at himself in the mirror and was in a daze for two seconds.

Eighteen years old... One more time?

But he quickly shook his head, banishing those chaotic thoughts.

Now is not the time for sentimentality.

The most urgent task is to get a sword.

He recalled the things he had been pondering in the hospital room earlier—

After the monsters disappeared, he gained 10 points of experience to allocate, and also gained 1 point of proficiency in basic swordsmanship.

Practicing and using swordsmanship will increase your proficiency in the corresponding swordsmanship; killing monsters will earn you freely distributed experience points.

One relies on training, the other on killing.

So even without experience points, as long as he puts in the effort to practice, his basic swordsmanship can gradually improve.

The question is: how do you practice without a sword?

Seemingly having thought of something, Wu You began rummaging through the room.

After searching through cabinets, under the bed, behind bookshelves... he pulled a wooden sword from a cardboard box in the corner.

It was incredibly old; the sword was covered in dust, and the edges were worn and frayed.

It was a toy wooden sword that Wu's father carved for him when he was a child.

Although it's just a toy, it's still shaped like a sword. It has a blade, hilt, and guard, similar to a regular longsword.

If I can't get a real sword right now, a wooden sword will do.

He wiped the wooden sword clean, held it in his hand and weighed it; it was too light and didn't feel very good.

But he still couldn't wait to try it.

But as soon as he got into the starting stance, Wu You noticed a problem.

His home is only about 80 square meters, with a three-bedroom, one-living room layout. Each room is pitifully small. Once the bed, cabinets, desk, and other furniture are placed there, it's difficult to even turn around, let alone move around.

If it doesn't work at home, go downstairs.

There's a small park in the neighborhood, but it's usually not crowded.

Wu You picked up the wooden sword and walked towards the door.

"Mom, I'm going downstairs for a walk."

The sound of stir-frying came from the kitchen. Cui Zhu didn't even turn her head: "Dinner will be ready soon. Remember to come back early."

"understood."

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