[Thank-You Card synthesis in progress...]
[Thank-You Card synthesis complete, current progress 11.6%]
Chuzheng glanced numbly at the progress, waving her hand listlessly: "Noted."
The King's Account sensibly transported her to the next world.
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When Chuzheng woke up, she found herself lying on a wooden floor.
Her wrist was limp beside a pool of blood.
Seeping into the floorboards.
There was a deep cut on her wrist.
Chuzheng: "!!!!"
Am I going to die?
Chuzheng quickly raised her hand to look; the wound had already stopped bleeding.
Chuzheng glanced around; the room was empty, without any windows, and the air smelled only of blood.
About three meters away, something had smashed open the wooden floor, leaving a dark hole; nothing was visible.
There didn't seem to be any immediate danger here.
Chuzheng propped herself up on the floor to sit up, first examining the cut on her wrist, finally confirming that she hadn't made it herself.
