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ng a pen name called "Yu Li" who made a living by drawing pictures and fearing that editors would demand new drafts, all other memories were blurry!!!Even the guards watching the criminals sighed inwa..."Don't play dead, get up!"

In a daze, Shen Tang felt someone kick him.

It wasn't enough to kick him, the other person also started cursing.

MD, who kicked me

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She winced, drawing her leg up painfully, her eyes fluttering open weakly.

The world before my eyes was as if someone had pulled away the veil that had been obscuring it, transforming from a frosted glass to high-definition tempered glass.

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What happened

The intense pain made her gasp, staring in bewilderment at the unfamiliar scene before her.

Wasn't I drinking with someone last night

It seems that after drinking halfway, the editor called to urge her for the manuscript. She had to hold on to her drunkenness and pick up the paintbrush...

I just can't think of anything more.

But it certainly shouldn't be like this!

Shen Tang secretly pinched herself hard, until a clear sharp pain came from that piece of skin, shattering her fluke.

Looking at her own unfamiliar hands, four words popped into her mind:

She crossed over!

It also represents "transcending" .

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It's just that I don't know if he died from drinking too much or overworking himself to death.

The more she thought, the worse her headache became. It was as if someone had a hammer and was relentlessly pounding inside her head. The pain was so intense that Shen Tang hurriedly stopped thinking.

"Hurry up and eat, we can hit the road after."

She was pressing her head, trying to ease the pain, when a tall figure blocked out the sunlight above her.

The newcomer wore a pair of straw sandals covered in dark brown mud. She casually tossed a palm-sized, black and rough biscuit onto the muddy ground at her skirt's hem. Unconcerned whether the mud-stained biscuit would be eaten by Shen Tang, she simply passed it on to the next person.

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The next second, a hand flashed beside her like lightning.

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Grab the cookie and pull it back.

Shen Tang reacted a beat late, only to look over with suspicion.

The one grabbing the bun was a disheveled woman, stuffing it into her mouth with both hands, like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Fearing Shen Tang would snatch it back, he didn't even bother to wipe off the mud from the pastry. In a short while, he stuffed the whole small pastry into his mouth, and afterward, he seemed unsatisfied as he sucked on the crumbs left on his fingers.

Shen Tang: “…”

It was unclear how long it had been since this person last cleaned themselves. What should have been a lustrous, black mane was now greasy and tangled with knots. A closer look at the exposed hairline revealed a layer of yellowed, sticky residue. A careful sniff offered a strange, pungent odor - something akin to sweaty socks left unwashed for weeks combined with crushed heather juice. The only redeeming feature was her striking features, which even dirt couldn't completely obscure.

"Ma'am, that is my pastry," Shen Tang said patiently.

But the woman seemed deaf, ignoring her completely. She just chewed and savored the taste of the pastry.

At this moment, Shen Tang noticed that the woman's fingertips were a few shades different from the rest of her hand after she had sucked on them. His throat involuntarily convulsed and rolled.

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She wasn't a germaphobe, but the close-up visual assault made her feel physically uncomfortable instinctively.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Shen Tang's face change. Worried that this fool would go crazy and hit her, the woman shifted her buttocks in the opposite direction.

It wasn't a problem when it stayed still, but as soon as it moved, Shen Tang also felt a tugging sensation.

She lowered her head to look at the source of the tugging sensation in her waist—a very thick hemp rope. It was this rope that held her body, like a grasshopper tied to others, together with other women with unkempt hair and varied ages.

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Looking around, all I saw were elderly men and women, both young and old, dressed in coarse hemp prison uniforms and looking exhausted.

There were also ten or so young and middle-aged men dressed more uniformly, with swords hanging from their waists. Some stood guard while others watched intently.

His gaze would occasionally linger a moment longer on the shapely figures of the young female inmates.

This, this——

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Is it a whole family that got in trouble and was taken to the execution ground to have their household registration cancelled

It's also possible that it was lost on the way.

The only difference is whether you die early and transcend early or die late and transcend late.

Gurgling and rumbling, my growling stomach started acting up at the most inconvenient time. The noise was so loud that even others could hear it.

Shen Tang raised her hand to cover her slightly throbbing stomach. Hunger made her constantly secrete saliva.

The more he swallowed his saliva, the more obvious his hunger became, intense to an undeniable degree.

Shen Tang frowned, able only to distract herself from the pangs of hunger by focusing on something else. Within her field of vision, a prisoner was eating too quickly, and because the flatbread was dry, he choked. He kept pounding his chest in an attempt to dislodge the bread stuck in his throat, his face gradually turning blue.

Everyone acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Neither did he come forward to pat him on the back nor offer him water.

He struggled to climb towards the man dressed as an official, extending his right hand with all his might for help. But until he breathed his last, his right hand fell limply, and the latter showed no intention of saving him. He kicked twice, finding that the person was truly dead, and muttered, "Bad luck!"

He drew his dagger from his belt, and bending over, he cut a strip of flesh from the side of the man's head near his ear. He then tossed the bloody piece into a bag filled with filth.

Shen Tang: “…”

It's time to hit the road!

Hurry up!

"Get up, or I'll whip you!"

The prisoners put on their heavy shackles again.

A woman's shackles were small, weighing about thirty-five jin. A man's shackles were much larger, weighing at least fifty jin.

Those ten or so young and strong men, all in uniform, urged the prisoners forward while kicking and shoving those who were slow to react. If they still didn't get up after being kicked and shoved, they would be whipped immediately. The force was immense; each lash left a blood-soaked, finger-width wound that was horrifying to behold.

Shen Tang walked silently, burying her head down, trying hard to find memories related to this body.

The result is unfortunately.

She not only failed to make it onto the list of transmigrator welfare recipients, nor did she have any memories of her original body. She was even robbed! Besides knowing her name was Shen Tang and having a pen name called "Yu Li" who made a living by drawing pictures and fearing that editors would demand new drafts, all other memories were blurry!!!

Even the guards watching the criminals sighed inwardly: "Damn, this is a hell of a start."

What a terrible day! This is just awful, the absolute worst.

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No matter what the start is, your life is the most important.

Is it choosing to run away halfway

...or choose to stay with the group and make a run for it at the destination

At present, neither choice looks optimistic.

Under the scorching sun, they marched. Several prisoners fainted along the way. Only when the sky was painted with the hues of sunset were they allowed to rest for the night.

The officials gathered together to build a bonfire. They took out dried meat from their bags and cooked it in clay pots, then sprinkled on some salt to make a pot of meat soup.

This time, Shen Tang reacted quickly and saved the cookie.

He plopped down on the ground, chewing slowly on a hard, cold biscuit. He softened it with his saliva before swallowing, his attention focused on the low-voiced conversation of the officials. Though their chatter was fragmented, he could still piece together some information from it.

These criminals are from the same family.

The Gong family, including every member from young to old, even the servants and maids, were all captured.

It was divided into three waves and transported in batches to its destination.

Men were sent to the border to do hard labor, while women were sent to the Kiao-cheng teaching workshops.

Shen Tang's group was the second batch, mostly composed of women from the Gong family, including female relatives and maids. There were also the highest-ranking elderly wives, several young and beautiful mistresses, and children of various ages. The rest were servants and maids.

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She estimated that her body was probably either a maidservant's or a child's.

He is about eleven or twelve years old.

The man was tattooed on his face, and the woman was branded behind her ear.

If the criminal dies halfway, they will cut off his written face skin or ears as evidence of a human head.

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She reached up and touched her ear, feeling a scabbed blood clot behind her left ear.

...Damn it!that her body was probably either a maidservant's or a child's.He is about eleven or twelve years old.The man was tattooed on his face, and the woman was branded behind her ear.If the criminal dies ha...