Step Down, Let Me Come!

Chapter 1: Exile

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“Don't play dead! Get up quickly!”

In a stupor, Shen Tang felt someone kicking her foot.

As if kicking wasn't enough, the other person also started cursing.

[MD, who kicked me?]

She curled up her legs in pain and weakly opened her eyes.

It felt like someone just removed a gauze from her eyes.
Her vision changed from a bit sandy to high-definition.

[What happened?]

Because of the sharp pain, she took one deep breath, as she stared blankly at the unfamiliar things in front of her.

[Did I compete at drinking with someone last night?]

It seems that after she's been drinking for most of the night, the editor called her urging for a draft.
Therefore, she took a brush in a drinking stupor.

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No matter what, she couldn't recall what happened after.

Though it can be certain that she shouldn't be like that now!

Shen Tang fiercely pinched herself, until she felt a distinct stab of pain.
It broke her happy-go-lucky mindset.

After seeing one’s own but still unfamiliar hand, four words immediately popped into her head-

She transmigrated!

Additionally, she also “traveled” to different times.

[She merely didn’t know if drinking alcohol or pulling all-nighters to catch up with her schedule was the reason behind her sudden death].

The more she thought about it, the more she felt like the dwarfs were hammering inside her head without stopping.
Pain let Shen Tang hastily freeze. 

“Eat faster, after that we’ll be on our way”.

She covered her head in an attempt to ease the stinging pain when the tall shadow blocked the sunlight from above.

The person wore a pair of straw sandals stained with dark brown mud.
He threw out a burnt black, palm-sized pancake, which landed on the muddy ground beside her skirt.
Regardless of whether Shen Tang would eat it or not, he continued handing it to others.

In the next second, a hand appeared beside her and rapidly took hold of that pancake.

Shen Tang reacted too slowly, consequently, she could only glance at the side suspiciously.

The one who snatched her food was a woman with messy hair and a dirty face.
She used both hands to try to gobble it up.
At the moment, she looked exactly like a reincarnation of a starving ghost.

She was so afraid that the Shen Tang would take it back, that she didn't even shake off the dirt from the pancake before she stuffed it whole in her mouth.  Finally, as if she still wished for more, she started sucking at the crumbs of a cake that were left on her fingers.

Shen Tang “…….”

She also didn’t know how many days the woman went without washing, but the long hair that should be beautiful in a jet-black color was greasy and full of knots.
The exposed skin on the head accumulated a layer of a yellow, sticky substance.

After a careful sniff, an even weirder stench came from her body.
It resembled stinky socks that were stuffed for three to five weeks with hymenanthes to make juice – the only thing that was presentable were her facial features that couldn’t be covered by dirt.

Shen Tong amiably reasoned with her “Lady, this is my pancake”.

Nevertheless, the woman seemed to be deaf and ignored her, still smacking her mouth, relishing the taste of the pancake.

At this time, she noticed that the color of her fingers was different from the rest of her hand, and her throat convulsed. 

She didn’t have mysophobia, but after suffering this kind of visual attack at such a close range, she subconsciously felt physical discomfort. 

If you looked at Shen Tang now, you could see that her complexion had changed.
The woman was worried that the fool would go crazy and start beating herself, so she tried to move her buttocks in the opposite direction.

Remaining in one position wasn’t bad, but when she moved, Shen Tang sensed that something was pulling her.

She bowed her head to see what was tugging at her waist.
It was one extremely thick hemp rope, the one that was used to tie a group of grasshoppers.
It bound her body with women of all ages and a messy appearance.

After raising her head to look around, as far as the eye could see seemed to be people in coarse hemp prisoner clothes.
All of them had a look of tiredness across their faces.
There were all kinds of people old and weak, women and children, male and female.

Additionally, there were also a dozen or so strong young men dressed more uniformly with sabers hanging around their waists, that were patrolling and overseeing people.

When