Song Yan slowly opened his eyes and looked around with some curiosity. It was a rather spacious wooden house with simple decorations. He was lying on a warm wooden bed with several layers of animal skin.

Turning over and sitting up, Song Yan suddenly felt something wrong. He stretched out his arm and looked at it. Only then did he find that his arm had lost a circle. Then, a memory poured into his mind without warning. It's not the first time, so he's not in the least flustered.

It took half an hour for Song Yan to fuse this memory. He is now called Er Egg, a fucking name....