Chapter 3: A Spectacular Fall Once More

[Mission failed: death was not directly or indirectly caused by Zhu Yuanzhang, but by the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Reward: 100,000 yuan...]
[Countdown: 1 minute begins...]

Chen Lin sat on the bed, rubbing his neck. "The sensation of my head moving—it's terrifyingly real!"

"If I can't come back to life..."

"No, this won't do. I've already used up two chances so early on. Although dying by the Embroidered Uniform Guard the second time earned me 100,000 yuan, it still feels like a loss."

"I can't be reckless anymore. I must cherish every chance I get to be killed..."

With that thought, he glanced up at the countdown, which showed 51 seconds remaining.

"Quick, I need to see what I can bring back to the Ming Dynasty."

He rummaged through the room and first grabbed a backpack. Inside, he placed the two white towers he had just bought before crossing over, then his phone and power bank.

He decided to leave the laptop behind—it was too conspicuous and would drain power quickly. He could bring it next time if given the chance.

He also packed underwear, knowing that ancient pants were basically non-existent, leaving things exposed and uncomfortable.

After packing these items, he checked the time again: 18 seconds left.

"Damn, one minute is way too short. I don't even have time to download anything. Do I have to pay 10,000 yuan for every extra minute?"

"Forget it. This will do for now. I'll wait until some big shot kills me next time."

With that resolved, Chen Lin used the last 10 seconds to dash into the kitchen, grabbed a plastic bag of potatoes and half a box of instant noodles, and poof—he vanished on the spot...

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The fifteenth year of Hongwu, Command of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

The captain of the Embroidered Uniform Guard had already reported the matter of someone insulting His Majesty to commander Mao Xiang.

Mao Xiang glanced over the files and automatically skipped the part about resurrection, for he did not believe it. He assumed it was just a way for the magistrate of Jurong County to evade punishment.

As a member of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, any open insult to the emperor should be met with a thorough investigation, uncovering all involved.

But the principal offender was dead, his family had been arrested, and they had no influential connections; thus, no one else could be implicated.

Mao Xiang closed the file. "Let this matter rest. His Majesty has been quite agitated over the Crown Prince’s illness lately. Best not to stir up more trouble."

"What about Chen Lin’s family?" the captain asked.

Mao Xiang closed his eyes. "We confiscate the property, and hand the family over to the Ministry of Justice."

"Understood..."

At that moment, an Embroidered Uniform Guard dashed forward in panic. "Commander, something serious has happened. The people of Jurong County were telling the truth!"

Mao Xiang furrowed his brow. "Calm down. Catch your breath and speak clearly."

The man took several deep breaths. "Commander, Chen Lin’s corpse disappeared again—right before the eyes of a few of us, it vanished into thin air!"

Mao Xiang shuddered violently. "What did you say?!"

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The captain trembled slightly. "Could it really be resurrection? But I clearly severed his head with one stroke..."

Mao Xiang seemed to have an idea. "Immediately send men to stake out that restaurant. If this man truly possesses the power to resurrect, it should be at that very place..."

When Mao Xiang arrived at the restaurant with his men, a crowd of onlookers had gathered around, whispering and pointing.

"Wasn’t he taken away by the guards the day before yesterday? How is he out again?"

"What do you mean taken away? I saw him get his throat slit. Who would have thought he’d still be alive."

"What exactly does he want? If he’s courting death, why keep doing it?"

"Maybe he has some grievance and is trying to get the emperor’s attention this way."

"Then where is the county magistrate? Why isn’t he handling this..."

Hearing the townsfolk’s chatter, Chen Lin finally realized that one minute in the modern world equaled a whole day in the Ming Dynasty.

Moreover, the news of his beheading by the Embroidered Uniform Guard hadn’t spread, meaning his resurrection ability remained unknown to the public.

That saved him a lot of trouble.

Also, since he had revived twice at the restaurant, it was clear that was his revival point, and that twelve hours after death marked the time of his return to life.

Just then, a commotion broke out at the crowd’s edge.

"Embroidered Uniform Guard conducting an investigation! Bystanders, disperse immediately!"

In an instant, the crowd vanished. Mao Xiang stepped forward and saw Chen Lin sitting at the entrance, smoking, with two freshly placed wooden planks arranged arrogantly as if to say, "What can you do to me?"

"Chen Lin—"

"It’s me. Same as before, tell Zhu Yuanzhang to come see me." Chen Lin didn’t stand, facing all the Embroidered Uniform Guards calmly and confidently.

Mao Xiang was stunned. Seeing was believing. He had not believed anyone could be this brazen and thought the reports were exaggerated. Yet here this man was, arrogantly defying them.

That resurrection...

No, he had to verify it himself.

"If that man truly can come back to life..."

"Take him away!"

This time Chen Lin did not resist. He didn’t want to waste any more chances to be killed. He surrendered and was escorted before Mao Xiang.

"Who are you? Can you take me to see Zhu Yuanzhang?" Chen Lin asked, eyeing Mao Xiang’s Flying Fish robe.

Mao Xiang replied coldly, "You’ll find out who I am soon enough."

"Return to the Command!"

In no time, Chen Lin was taken to the Imperial Prison at the Command of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, where Mao Xiang personally interrogated him.

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