Chapter 001: The Idiot Who Was Kidnapped by a Madman

  February 2nd, Dragon raises its head.

  The weather has yet to warm up, and the cold wind is tearing at the national flag in front of Ping'an No. 1 Middle School, making a rustling sound.

  Morning.

  9:27

  This time should be when the school is doing morning exercises, but in front of the high school teaching building, it has become a mess.

  "Qin Lang, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and run!" Qin Lang, who was in a daze, vaguely heard a voice brush past his ear.

  "Never mind him, this idiot is acting stupid again, he's so scared that he doesn't even dare to open his eyes. Let's hurry up and run, once the police arrive we'll be safe." Another voice hastily passed by Qin Lang's ear.

  Who is talking to me?

  Qin Lang's head was splitting with pain, his eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand catties, and his whole body couldn't move.

  He struggled to open his eyelids a crack, and the sudden brightness pierced his pupils, making them shrink in pain.

  Until I slowly got used to the light from outside, the pressure on my eyelids and the feeling of being tied up all over my body gradually disappeared.

  Qin Lang, who had recovered his sight, was bewildered to find that everything around him was unfamiliar.

  He saw many young men and women running about in a state of panic.

  Not far away, a young man with bloodstains on his body was waving a strip-like object in his hand and chasing after something frantically.

  "This is strange, what kind of place is this? How did I end up here?"

  Qin Lang clearly remembered that he was indeed refining the elixir, but at a critical moment, his arch-nemesis, Shi Shan Hai, sabotaged him, causing the alchemy furnace to explode. He was swept up by a wave of energy and everything went black. When he opened his eyes again, this inexplicable scene appeared before him.

  "Damn it, my Extinction Divine Pill!"

  Qin Lang's heart suddenly tightened, the Jie Mie Shen Dan was the elixir he had previously refined. This was not an ordinary elixir, but a supreme divine elixir that only existed in legend throughout the entire Dan Ding Continent, and no one had ever successfully refined it before.

  It is said that as long as this elixir is refined, one can gain eternal life, become immortal and become a legend.

  To refine this divine elixir, Qin Lang had prepared for a full 500 years. Success was in sight, but unexpectedly, it ultimately failed due to the Corpse Mountains and Seas.

  Just thinking about this made Qin Lang feel a sharp pain, and at the same time he hated Corpse Mountain Sea to the bone, hating that he couldn't immediately grind his bones into dust and scatter his corpse in all directions.

  "No, I have to go back to the place where I was refining the elixir right away. Although the furnace exploded, perhaps the Silent Extinguishing Elixir has already been refined." Qin Lang's thoughts stirred and his mood became urgent.

  He had to figure out where he was first and then determine the direction to return to his previous alchemy practice place as quickly as possible.

  Just as Qin Lang had made up his mind, he heard a panicked voice coming from not far away, "Oh my god, don't come after me, don't come after me."

  He turned his head to look, and it was a slender young boy who was being chased by the young man. He had been narrowly missed by that object several times, and was so scared that he ran while shouting loudly.

  "Huh."

  Qin Lang's eyebrows furrowed, his gaze concentrated on the strip-shaped object held in the young man's hand. Relying on intuition and experience, he recognized that this should be a knife.

  "Who would have thought that there's such an ugly and coarse knife in this world?" Qin Lang's mouth twitched with ridicule after a brief moment of stunned silence.

  Such a knife is simply a child's toy, let alone hurt someone, even cutting vegetables would be too blunt, Qin Lang naturally wouldn't take it seriously and wouldn't feel any threat.

  "It just so happens that I need to ask about the situation, let's go with them." Qin Lang rushed over to the two of them, completely unaware of how unbelievable his actions seemed to others.

  A skinny young boy who was fleeing in a panic saw Qin Lang coming towards him and his beady eyes lit up.

  "Qin, you big fool, quickly help your old man block for a moment." The slender young boy jumped to Qin Lang's side and actually pulled Qin Lang's arm, then heavily pushed Qin Lang's waist.

  "Are you looking for trouble?"

  Qin Lang's face changed, and he subconsciously wanted to counterattack, but before he could even move his hands, his feet stumbled, and he was forcibly pushed towards the young man.

  This collision was also clever, and it happened to hit the young man's arm holding the knife, causing the opponent's blade to deviate to one side, and did not fall on Qin Lang's body.

  That slender young man succeeded in his cunning plan, seeing Qin Lang as a shield to block the arrows for him, he turned back with a relieved and triumphant smile, taking advantage of the opportunity to run further away.

  "How could this be?"

  As soon as he steadied himself, Qin Lang's face turned very unsightly.

  "When did I become so weak that an ordinary person could easily knock me down? And the language used by the other party, as well as what I heard when I was unconscious just now, are clearly not the common languages of the Dan Ding continent. So why do I have a feeling of being familiar with them?"

  Just as he was suspicious, the young man who was caught off guard raised his knife again, and this time his target became Qin Lang, who was close at hand.

  "I'll kill you all, you stinky bitches' students!" The young man cursed viciously, his knife blade pointing directly at Qin Lang's left shoulder.

  Qin Lang didn't take the knife in the young man's hand seriously, and due to the changes in his body, he was confused and unresponsive, like a wooden stake.

  Just as the blade was about to split Qin Lang, a dense footsteps came from afar, followed by a loud voice shouting: "Halt, put down your knife."

  The young man's face changed color, "Damn it, how did these police come so quickly."

  He instinctively drew back the knife and instead grabbed Qin Lang's collar, placing the blade against his neck.

  "Get back, all of you! One step closer and I'll kill him!"

  A dozen or so people came running from afar and stopped in their tracks at the sound.

  The leading middle-aged policeman shouted sternly, "Zhao Tiezhu, we have fully grasped your situation. You have injured several students and committed a serious crime. Now put down the knife, you still have a chance to reform. If you really harm the student in your hands, the law will severely punish you."

  "Fart!"

  Zhao Tiezhu cursed: "Don't think that just because you're wearing police uniforms and holding guns, you can intimidate me! Law? The law is nothing! Since you've already got my situation under control, don't you know that I have a history of mental illness? Even if I kill someone, I won't be sentenced to death. You dare to come closer and try it out, see if I dare to slaughter this little kid."

  Upon hearing this, the middle-aged policeman furrowed his brow and discreetly signaled to his companions around him not to make any sudden moves.

  The appearance of the police gave the fleeing crowd a sense of security, and they gradually stopped in their tracks, gathering around from all sides to watch from a distance.

  "So this guy is a psycho, no wonder he ran to our school like a madman and started stabbing people everywhere. Who's that unlucky kid in his hand?"

  "Don't you know him? Qin Lang from Class 30 of Senior Three! He's a famous idiot. I heard that when he was born, his IQ was already pretty low."

  "I remember, his nickname is Qin Da Sha, right? It's really true that hearing a hundred times is not as good as seeing once. No wonder everyone was running just now, but he stood still with his eyes closed and got taken hostage by that psycho."

  Some people were curious, some ridiculed, some sympathized, and some pointed fingers, almost everyone's eyes fell on Qin Lang.

  From a distance, he heard those murmurs, and Qin Lang's mind was filled with question marks, and he felt a strange sensation, as if those people were talking about another person who shared the same name and surname as him.

  "What went wrong in the end?" Qin Lang, who was confused, didn't even bother to pay attention to Zhao Tiezhu's grasp behind him, and subconsciously wanted to break free to find the root of the problem.

  Who knew, as soon as he moved, Zhao Tiezhu immediately tightened his neck and threatened loudly: "Little boy, behave yourself, if you dare to move again, I'll let your blood out."

  "You're something that doesn't know whether it's dead or alive!"

  Qin Lang's eyes revealed a murderous intent, from the very beginning he had never taken Zhao Tiezhu and his weapon seriously.

  This level of threat, in his view, is nothing but the tricks of ants. Even if he actively welcomes the blade, he has confidence that this kind of inferior knife blade made by ordinary people can't hurt his body at all.

  If it weren't for the fact that something was off about himself and his surroundings, he would have taken care of Zhao Tiezhu long ago. But now that the other party refused to back down and repeatedly provoked him, how could he let him run amok?

  Then, Qin Lang raised his right hand and pointed with a flourish, suddenly shouting loudly: "Fire wheel, kill!"

  The sound is quite loud.

  The onlookers were stunned by Qin Lang's unusual behavior and fell silent.

  Moments passed, and as Qin Lang had expected, the Fire Wheels emerged, but the scene of instantly annihilating the enemy did not appear.

  "Huh? Why is the Fenghuo Lun so quiet that I can't even sense its existence?"

  Qin Lang's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion, and he felt somewhat strange in his heart. He repeated the action from earlier again, shouting loudly: "Fenghuo Wheel! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

  Three killing moves, each one shaking the ear, with an extraordinary momentum, combined with specific actions, made Qin Lang's whole body emit a dignified and inviolable aura of a master.

  But after he finished speaking, there was still no response.

  "Impossible! The Fenghuo Lun is the magical artifact that I have cultivated with my life, it has already become sentient, how could it not respond to its master's summons?"

  Qin Lang shouted for the third time: "Fenghuo Lun, show yourself!"

  Unfortunately, just like the previous two times, apart from his loud shouting there, nothing else happened.

  Everyone's face around flashed an expression of astonishment.

  Immediately afterwards, a burst of thunderous laughter spread like an infection from the crowd.

  Qin Lang's series of bizarre actions and words appeared to the onlookers as a ridiculous, neurotic performance.

  They can't help but be happy.

  "My god, is this kid an idiot? Still talking about wind and fire wheels? Does he think he's Nezha?"

  "This kid is originally a retard, our class's famous idiot, if you knew his true nature, it wouldn't be surprising."

  "Damn it, I forgot to record those two idiots' performance just now. If I post it on Weibo and give it a title like 'The Idiot Hijacked by the Madman', it'll definitely go viral!"

  After the laughter, all sorts of gossiping sounds couldn't help but emerge, making the surroundings seem like a vegetable market.

  Qin Lang's mood had sunk to the bottom of the valley.

  He was shocked to discover that he couldn't sense the existence of the Huo Luo Wheel at all, as if he had never possessed it before.

  "What the f**k, did you think I'm joking with you?" A fierce and menacing voice came from behind Qin Lang.

  The hilt of the knife came down heavily on his head.

  Bang!

  The impact landed right on his temple, and Qin Lang suddenly felt dizzy and saw stars.

  Nor did he know if it was because of this blow that the dormant memories in his mind were stirred, and a chaotic mess of information suddenly emerged.

  Enduring the splitting headache, Qin Lang read through the information bit by bit, his face revealing an incredulous expression.

  Qin Lang, 19 years old, is a third-year student in Class 10 of Ping'an No. 1 Middle School. At birth, his mother died due to dystocia and severe hypoxia caused by intrauterine distress, and after birth, he was diagnosed with low IQ and grew up to be called an idiot.

  Father Qin Yong, a retired soldier, founded the Qin wine industry and became wealthy. After his wife's death, Qin Yong remarried, and his second wife was Cao Yan, who gave birth to another son named Qin Sheng.

  "How is this possible? I've actually run from the Dan Ding continent to a planet called Earth. And I've even possessed the body of an ordinary young man with the same name and surname, what's more, this young man is also an idiot."

  Qin Lang was stunned.