In the endless void, there is a huge and vibrant world floating.
There is a thin layer of gray mist entrenched outside, wrapping the whole world like a "chicken egg"... It's just that on the surface of the "chicken egg", there are small cracks of different lengths, densely packed and crisscrossed. .
And all kinds of terrible "things" that are indescribable, indescribable, and that would drive intelligent creatures into madness just by looking at them are surrounding the world, trying to penetrate their pollution and tentacles into the world through the gaps in the gray mist.
Among them are huge balls of light that are shrouded in blood and look like stars; there are huge trees with countless branches and tentacles extending out, constantly piercing the gaps in the gray mist; there are even silver-white snakes that are several times longer than the distance between the two poles of the world. …
At this moment, a golden light suddenly appeared out of thin air from the depths of the void, instantly breaking through the blockade of those terrifying things.
Zhao Chen, who was enveloped in golden light, felt that his mind had become extremely chaotic with just a casual glance. Countless thoughts emerged, as if they were going to tear him apart, and he, who was already confused, suddenly became confused. Lost consciousness in pain.
The next moment, the golden light enveloping his soul accelerated again, avoiding the extending "tentacles", the incoming "waves", and the shining "blood light", and went straight into the cracks in the gray mist.
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In the thirteenth year of Guanghe, March 8113 of the Great Xia calendar.
Yumen County, Ganzhou, Bingquan Town, in a wing in the backyard of the Jinbao Martial Arts School.
"Huh!" Zhao Chen opened his eyes suddenly, then leaned back on the chair and gasped for air.
I actually dreamed that I saw a bunch of indescribable scary things in "space"... Could it be that I have read too much Cthulhu recently? Or am I really having a "Raleye" dream?
Maybe what he saw in the "dream" was too vivid, and the pain of mental tearing was still fresh in Zhao Chen's memory, so he sat there for a long time without coming back to his senses.
After about ten minutes, Zhao Chen's thoughts finally returned to normal. He couldn't help but laugh at himself and thought to himself:
I was stupid just now... I actually suspected that I was sleepwalking "Raleye"? Haha, if Xiao Liu and those guys knew about this, they would definitely laugh at me and say that I am still so "childlike" at my age...
What's more, if I really looked directly at the evil god like in the dream, I would have turned into a monster by now... Hey, I am still imagining it, because the dream just now was too realistic!
Huh? I can’t seem to remember what I saw in my dream just now...I just remember that it was scary and very frustrating...Forget it, dreams are like that, you can’t remember them when you wake up.
Shaking his head slightly, Zhao Chen glanced at the surrounding environment, preparing to confirm where he was. After all, with the return of normal thoughts, he also remembered that he was attending a friend's wedding banquet before he fell asleep.
I drank while helping the groom to hold back his drink...
As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Chen was stunned again, because the scene that greeted him was beyond his imagination!
This is an antique room, surrounded by wooden furniture and decorations. There is an ink painting hanging on the wall diagonally opposite. Zhao Chen only took a glance and judged that the painting depicts "Dayu's control of floods". s story.
This is where? Xiao Liu and they opened a retro-style hotel room for me after I was drunk? Or did someone deliberately prank me and throw me into a movie theater?
As his thoughts turned, Zhao Chen felt that something was wrong. After all, with his eyesight and knowledge, even after just a few glances, he could tell that the "Picture of King Yu's Flood Control" on the wall was both visually and spiritually perfect. It must be made by a famous artist, and it is definitely not the standard that a certain scenic spot, hotel, or even movie theater should have.
Could it be that what I saw in my dream just now was true? I was carried by a golden light and entered a miserable world surrounded by indescribable things?
At this thought, Zhao Chen felt seven parts panic, two parts disbelief, and one part inexplicable... excitement!
——He is a person who likes to explore unknown things, otherwise he would not have chosen archeology as a major in college.
Zhao Chen took a few deep breaths to calm down his rapidly beating heart. Then he stood up and walked quickly to the table under the "Picture of King Yu's Water Control"... It was inevitable that someone was deliberately playing tricks on him. He also More "evidence" is needed to prove it, and the rice paper on the table with the writing not completely dry can reveal a lot.
Looking down, I saw a couplet of poems written on the rice paper in a font that Zhao Chen, a graduate student majoring in archeology, had never seen before:
"The sword cuts down the evil dragon and clears up the weirs; the ax chops down the willow trees and shakes the sky."
The murderous aura hits the face, and the force penetrates the back of the paper. A good sentence is even better!
It's just... Although this font does not belong to any type that I know, it is undoubtedly Chinese characters... Plus King Yu in the painting... Didn't I travel through time and there was a person who created beautiful fonts and techniques? The great calligraphy and painting master is kidding me? That doesn’t make sense!
Zhao Chen frowned. When he was confused, the corner of his eye suddenly glanced at the inner door of this room, and found that the door was not closed. Looking through the crack of the door, he could just see a full-length mirror.
Mirror facing the door? From a Feng Shui perspective, this is not a good pattern. It eliminates good fortune and increases misfortune...
Although Feng Shui is not a required course for archeology majors, Zhao Chen, who is already interested in this aspect, still knows a little bit about it.
However, he didn't have time to think too much about the Feng Shui Bureau at this time. Instead, his heart moved slightly, and then he quickly walked into the room and cast his eyes on himself in the mirror.
What is reflected in the full-length mirror is a boy who is only thirteen or fourteen years old. His body is slender and well-proportioned. He is not short, at least 1.7 meters tall.
His skin color is white, his facial features are three-dimensional and deep, and he looks delicate and elegant. Although his forehead is slightly wider, he is still handsome.
Just as Zhao Chen was staring at the young man in the mirror who looked and looked and aged completely different from himself, a cry suddenly rang out in his mind:
"Find out the truth behind my death! Help me take revenge!"
This voice was like crying and complaining, lingering for a long time before dissipating.
"As expected, I traveled through time, into the body of a young man who had just died...
"And I have a vague feeling that only by completing the boy's final obsession can we truly accept his identity and obtain his complete memory..."
Zhao Chen took a few deep breaths again, forced himself to calm down, and prepared to take advantage of the opportunity when no one else was around to explore the room more.
Is it the second best to help my predecessor find the truth about his death? The top priority is to determine the identity and situation of the body he has traveled through, and to get a handy weapon... After all, the murderer of the original body is probably still nearby. Who knows if the other party will be there? Again.
When he looked in the mirror just now, Zhao Chen also carefully examined his current body and found no external injuries. The murderer may have killed him by poisoning...
"Of course, it may be some weird means that I don't understand." Zhao Chen recalled the indescribable scenes he saw in his previous "dream" and couldn't help feeling a little chilly in his heart.
At this time, the door to the outer room was pushed open, and then a young man who was about the same age as Zhao Chen, short in stature, and with decent facial features walked in carrying a teapot.
Seeing this, Zhao Chen was shocked and quickly picked up the lion-shaped paperweight on the table.
When he saw Zhao Chen in front of the full-length mirror in the back room, the young man showed joy on his face and shouted happily: "Second Young Master, you are finally awake!
"You fainted from heat stroke while standing this morning, which frightened me... Although your senior brother Feng said that there was nothing serious about you, you have been in various situations recently. If there is any accident, I will I’m afraid that I will be beaten to death by the master and his wife.”
He poured a cup of tea quickly and handed it to Zhao Chen while muttering to himself.
When Zhao Chen subconsciously took the teacup, the information about the young man in front of him also appeared in his mind:
"Fengqu, 13 years old, is the boy assigned to me by my father. He is good at work, but he is too talkative."
I see, it seems that I can still get some relevant memories when I see some people or objects that are familiar to the original owner of the body... Zhao Chen nodded thoughtfully, and then asked calmly:
"How's it going outside?"
He didn't notice it when the door was closed just now, but when Fengqu opened the door and entered the house, there was noise and drumming. In addition, there was no one to look after the young master who had fainted from "heatstroke", so Zhao Chen judged that this was the case. I'm afraid something happened at home...
The murderer may have taken this opportunity to attack the original person.
If this is the case, it means that the murderer did not dare to kill me openly...
After Zhao Chen breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Feng Qu raise a pair of thick eyebrows and said happily:
"That's right, Second Young Master, I'm afraid you don't know yet, but someone is challenging your master. Now Master Huang is signing a life and death certificate with the other party, and he will take action soon."
My master...Master Huang? There is no relevant memory. It seems that either the original owner is not close to the master, or the memory needs to be "triggered" by seeing the person...
While his mind was spinning, Zhao Chen asked again: "Who is challenging the master?"
"They are the people from the Sand Snake Gang in Chijin Town. They have always been defeated by Master Huang before. This time they may have found a master to challenge Old Master Huang's position again."
As for the specific person the other party had found, and what benefits he would get after successfully challenging the challenge, Fengqu, a young man, could not explain clearly. He only kept thinking about how lively it was in the front yard, and how many famous people in the town were there. The characters are all present, etc... After all, he doesn't read much and is young, so he doesn't have that insight.
Hearing this, Zhao Chen put down the teacup in his hand after a brief thought and simply told Fengqu, "Take me to the front yard."
He didn't dare to say anything more. Without understanding the original person's habits, the more he spoke, the easier it would be to expose flaws.
Fengqu was stunned when he heard this, and tactfully advised: "But Master, your health is not good yet...and you have only been a disciple for two days, so there is no need to be tied to the Golden Dart Martial Arts School."
If you go out now, if Mr. Huang loses, the young master and the Zhao family will be embarrassed, right?
Zhao Chen glanced at him sideways and said again in a more serious tone: "Lead the way!"
The reason why he insisted on watching the martial arts competition was because there were many people in the front yard, and according to Fengqu's words, there were many martial arts people. The unknown murderer might not dare to attack in public, and the safety factor was relatively high;
Secondly, it was because he was very interested in martial arts in this world and wanted to see with his own eyes what it was like.
After all, if what you see in your "dream" is true, then this world may be very dangerous, and the method that can enhance your "strength" is your foundation.
On the other side, Xiaosi Fengqu felt that his second young master was particularly serious today and did not dare to persuade him. He quickly said "yes", then turned around and opened the door, leading Zhao Chen to the front yard.
"Golden Dart Martial Arts Hall" is a large house with three entrances and three exits. It is a typical Chinese style, but Zhao Chen has never seen some patterns and mythical animal decorations on the eaves. They should be "specialties" of this world.
Following Xiaosi Fengqu, Zhao Chen crossed two moon gates before entering the front yard.
The courtyard covers an area of two acres, completely paved with white sand, which is flat and smooth.
The wings on both sides of the courtyard are open. The disciples of the Golden Dart Martial Arts School took their seats in the east wing, while the west wing was reserved for the "Sand Snake Gang" who launched the challenge.
In front of the main hall in the north of the courtyard, there are several Taishi chairs placed side by side, on which sit the so-called "big shots" that Feng Qu mentioned in his speech, who came to witness the martial arts competition.
In addition, there are many idle people on the surrounding courtyard walls watching the excitement.
Seeing Zhao Chen and the others entering the courtyard, a tall man with broad shoulders and a broad back, wearing black training uniforms, immediately came up to them and took them into the east wing.
And the message of this strong man also appeared in Zhao Chen's mind:
"Feng Cang, the official disciple of the master, ranks third."
This eighth achievement is the senior brother Feng mentioned in Feng Qu's words... The level should not be high, after all, he didn't even realize that the original body was dead, and he even said he had heat stroke... Such a big "heat" in March?
While Zhao Chen was complaining in his heart, the two people who were about to compete had already signed the life and death documents, and then walked to the center of the yard one after another and stood fifteen or six meters away from each other.
One of them looked about fifty years old, with broad shoulders, a thin waist, and a tall figure. He was the master of Zhao Chen's body, Huang Xianjun, the owner of the "Golden Dart Martial Arts School".
The other person is 1.9 meters tall, with high cheekbones, a pointed head, and a pointed chin, as if two bullets were buckled together. At first glance, he looks skinny, but in fact his muscles are well-proportioned and very powerful.
He was wearing a yellow shirt, with one hand on his chest and the other on his waist, and his body was arched.
There was no extra etiquette or dialogue. As the three-way drum ended, the two of them took action at the same time.
I saw Master Huang of the Golden Dart Martial Arts School moving left and right, his figure continuously changing. In just one second, he crossed a distance of more than ten meters, got close to the man in the yellow shirt, and kicked him with a flying kick. The opponent's head.
Although the man in the yellow shirt did not move his steps, his upper body seemed to have no bones. He made an extremely twisted movement to avoid the sharp kick from the owner.
At the same time, with three consecutive sounds of "Bang! Bang! Bang!", the owner of the hall Huang Xianjun seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer. He retreated seven or eight meters away before he could stabilize his body.
However, his left shoulder was obviously seriously injured, and blood kept pouring out, staining his white training uniform red.
Seeing this, the man in yellow shirt did not pursue the victory. Instead, he pulled out a smoking black revolver from his waist and aimed it at the owner...
The two faced off again!
After this fight, it wasn't until Master Huang retreated that the "audiences" in the west chamber and on the wall came to their senses, and then they started to cheer one after another:
"Awesome! 'Yellow-shirted Gunslinger' Jia Zhengming is well-deserved! Now Mr. Huang is in danger."
"Hey, the left-handed dart is Huang Laofu's famous stunt. Now that his left arm is useless, let's see how he can win!"
"Hey, Master Huang's footwork is actually very restrained with fire guns. In the past, even if the gunslingers fired five rounds of bullets, they still couldn't touch the side of Huang... But this 'yellow-shirted gunslinger' is a skilled person. He was so brave, he allowed Mr. Huang to get close to him, and then fired three shots from close range... What a courage and courage.
"It is rumored that the 'Yellow-shirted Gunslinger' studied under the 'Desert Eagle' Yan Sanxia and learned the opponent's 'Condor Gunfighting Technique'..."
"Oh, Yan Sanxia is a master of cultivating the Nine Apertures. He is only one step away from achieving the realm of magic. How could he accept someone who has not even achieved the true energy as his disciple? At most, Jia Zhengming is just his named disciple."
"The Sand Snakes are very capable. They were able to find such a master to challenge Mr. Huang."
…
As various comments reached his ears, Zhao Chen was a little dumbfounded, because this was a little different from the knight-errant competition he had imagined!
Is "American Juhe" the mainstream painting style in this world?
Besides, we even have revolvers. The technology of this world doesn’t seem to be as backward as I thought.
