第三章 不死鸟的羽毛

Chapter 3: Phoenix Feather Lin Fan struggled to open his eyes, his head pounding like a drum being beaten by a giant. He found himself lying on a hard bed, surrounded by peculiar wallpaper and swaying chandeliers adorned with several green, glowing insects. An air purifier? What kind of place was this? He sat up and rubbed his sore head, feeling as if it were about to split open. Looking around, he noticed a large, ornate mirror on the wall. He walked over and peered at his reflection. It was him, but his hair was shorter and his eyes held a hint of weariness. Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the room. Lin Fan turned to see a large, purple bookshelf rattling dangerously. A small, grey owl with bright red eyes swooped down and perched on his shoulder, looking at him with disdain. "Get off me!" Lin Fan exclaimed, shooing the owl away. The owl ignored him and flew to a nearby cauldron, where it started stirring something with its beak. Lin Fan wrinkled his nose as a pungent smell filled the air.