William Bolton’s current mood was extremely complicated—he was expectant, guilty, full of hope, yet also felt utterly despicable and shameless...

What a sin!

Crash... Amidst the raging wind and storm, that flickering lamp could no longer hold on and slowly... went out.

His previously tense mood suddenly relaxed, and William Bolton could hardly believe this was real!

Ha, hahaha, heaven hasn’t abandoned me! Just as I was dozing off, the heavens sent me a perfect pillow.

With such a good foundation, if I don’t act now and someone else snatches it first, I’ll lose out big time.

Without further hesitation, William Bolton pressed down the Pure Jun Immortal Sword and flew straight toward the young man’s body.

A ray of light invisible to the human eye pierced into the young man’s head and then disappeared.

William Bolton also felt a wave of weakness. Occupying another’s body required a considerable amount of spiritual power just to stabilize his soul. At this moment, he clearly had no mind to pay attention to anything outside, and could only desperately guard his own consciousness.

The young man collapsed in a pool of blood. Ten meters ahead of him, a red convertible sports car was parked by the roadside. In the car, a beautiful woman wearing sunglasses stared blankly ahead, taking a long time to react before she finally got out, trembling all over.

A crowd quickly gathered around the young man. Someone shouted, “Call an ambulance, call the police!”

“Miss, how could you be so careless?” someone said to the beautiful woman who had just gotten out of the sports car.

“I didn’t mean to.” The woman’s scalp tingled; she had never seen so much blood before, let alone caused it herself. Flustered, she said, “He suddenly ran across the road from the other side. I really didn’t mean to.”

“This young man too, why didn’t he wait for the green light? And he didn’t even use the crosswalk!”

“Enough, just call already.”

In no time, both the ambulance and the police arrived. They carried the young man, who was lying in a pool of blood, away. The woman didn’t flee; after a few questions, the police also took her to the hospital.

“Please, let him be okay.” Sitting in the car, the woman lowered her head, hands tightly clenched. “Please, let him be okay!”

“Sigh.” One of the police officers, feeling a bit sympathetic, said, “Don’t worry. If things are really as you say, this won’t be a criminal case. The fault lies with him. We’ll check the surveillance footage later to confirm.”

“Thank you.” The woman looked up, two streaks of tears on her face, her expression pitiful and heart-wrenching.

Chapter 002: Stabilizing the Consciousness

William Bolton was stabilizing his consciousness. Although he didn’t fully understand what was happening outside, he could more or less grasp the situation.

A bunch of little brats in white coats were fiddling with something on his body, making him twitch and jump. They even used some special methods to inject fresh blood into his current body.

William Bolton was quite annoyed and was about to scare them a bit, but suddenly felt the vitality in this body slowly recovering, and the previously stagnant blood inside him beginning to flow again. It was slow, but it was indeed recovering.

Hmm? What method are they using?

Although he didn’t quite understand, since it was beneficial to him, William Bolton didn’t bother to interfere and instead immersed his consciousness, beginning his own work.

Gradually, William Bolton entered a wondrous state, unable to sense anything from the outside world.

Two hours later, the emergency room doors finally opened.

Grace Foster, who had been waiting outside for a long time, hurriedly stood up and nervously asked the doctor, “How is he?”

“He’s been saved,” the doctor said calmly, removing his mask. “Don’t worry.”

“Thank you.” The heavy weight in her chest finally lifted, and Grace Foster couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. As long as he wasn’t dead!

“But he has multiple comminuted fractures all over his body, and a rib has punctured his left lung. He’ll need to be hospitalized. Are you his family? Please come handle the paperwork.”

“I’m not his family.” Grace Foster shook her head.

Even so, Grace Foster still helped the young man with all the procedures, instructing the doctors to spare no expense to ensure his full recovery, preferably without any lasting effects.

“The surveillance results are out. That kid ran across the road during a green light and didn’t use the crosswalk,” a police officer came over and said at that moment.

“I see. Then this has nothing to do with this young lady. However... you did hit him, so you’ll probably have to cover his hospital and future recovery costs,” said the older police officer who had been following Grace Foster.

“That’s no problem.” Grace Foster finally felt much more at ease.

When William Bolton woke up, three days had already passed.

He opened his eyes, adjusted to the light, and let out a slight breath. In these three days, he had firmly anchored his soul to this body, at the cost of losing everything he once had—he would have to start all over again.

Now, aside from his experience and knowledge, he was no different from an ordinary person.