Chapter 2 really time-traveled?
evening.
Seven past five.
Yang Fang was exhausted and returned home, still unable to calm down in his mind, frowning tightly, thinking about the scene during the day.
How could there be such a coincidence?
The patient said in horror that he would time travel and die.
In less than twenty minutes, he actually died?
Is there really someone in this world who can travel through?
Yang Fang couldn't help shaking his head slightly, opened the door, walked into the house, changed his shoes, took off his clothes, and prepared to take a bath to clear himself of the mold.
At this moment, he frowned, and suddenly felt a tingling pain in his left wrist.
It's like being burned by a flame, it's unbearable.
He immediately looked at his wrist, his pupils shrank slightly, showing surprise, as if he couldn't believe it.
0 days 0 hours 9 minutes 58 seconds.
57 seconds.
56 seconds.
A line of weird, bright black handwriting appeared in front of my eyes.
Yang Fang's heart immediately set off monstrous waves.
He rubbed his eyes hard, but found that it was not an illusion at all.
He rubbed the row of numbers on his arm vigorously, only to find that the numbers and his skin seemed to be integrated.
No matter how much you rub, the numbers are still counting down automatically.
Bursts of burning pain came continuously.
"Crossover."
Yang Anxin's head sank, and he thought of Zheng Fanghua's words before again.
Is what he said true?
Yang put down his consciousness and wanted to call the police, but suddenly he stopped.
Even if you call the police, how can the police trust you?
This line of numbers should only be visible to you.
At least the numbers on Zheng Fanghua's body are like this.
So if the police cannot see these numbers, no matter how much he explains, it will be completely useless, and they will treat them as crazy.
Yang thought about it calmly, and suddenly realized that he quickly put on his clothes, walked into the kitchen, grabbed a frying pan, and seemed to think that it was not safe, and pinned the fruit knife and kitchen knife to his waist.
After finishing all this, he walked to the sofa on one side, lay down quietly, and waited for the mutation to come.
If it is possible to travel through time, it is likely to be a soul wearer.
Because Zheng Fanghua's body is the proof!
Regardless of whether it is soul wear or not, he has to try it.
What if you can really bring the things around you with you when you time travel?
According to Zheng Fanghua, that world is full of dangers, and if one is unprepared, even passing through is a dead end.
The more Yang Fang thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.
Why didn't I trust Zheng Fanghua before?
Anyway, you should ask him more about the specific background of that world!
The countdown on the arm is like a bell that reminds you of death.
Every time it beats, Yang Fang's heartbeat trembles.
Time passed bit by bit.
Yang Fang gradually felt that it was difficult to breathe, his eyes gradually blurred and blackened, his body seemed to have fallen into a black sea, the darkness was endless, he couldn't see the slightest light, and he seemed to sink forever.
I don't know how long it has passed.
Yang Fang's eyes gradually showed a bright light, and his breathing became smooth again.
He opened his eyes, panting heavily, as if he had been suffocated for a long time, and sat up suddenly from the bed.
"This is!"
He looked shocked and looked at the surrounding environment.
Really time-traveled?
is no longer my own home.
A low oil lamp flickered faintly, the light was dim and somewhat depressing.
The room is low, cramped, and damp, and the air is filled with a musty and slightly rancid smell.
The surrounding walls are all made of thick mud blocks. A bed is made of simple wooden boards. The room is filled with a pungent smell of urine. A chamber pot is placed not far away, and there is a simple Something like a washbasin.
It looks so shabby and shabby.
The clothes on his body are no longer modern clothes, but the clothes worn by servants in ancient times, with several patches on them.
Yang Fang pinched his thigh hard.
Abnormal pain.
With a startled look on his face, he got up from the bed and quickly touched his waist.
Fruit knives, kitchen knives, and pans all didn't follow.
He suddenly looked at his arm again.
The countdown timer on the left arm is also completely gone.
The skin is rough, thin, and dark, as if he is malnourished all the year round, and also seems to be exposed to the sun and the wind.
He picked up the oil lamp and came to a water tank in the room.
The face in the water tank was extremely thin, with an ancient hairstyle, and a wooden hairpin tied on his head, but looking at the face, it was indeed exactly the same as before.
The only difference is that the facial features are a little dark and a little thin.
"The faces are the same, and the height is about the same"
Yang Fang muttered to himself.
Is this a world with an ancient background?
He walked around the room and began to try his best to recall information about this world.
But I found that the pain in my mind was abnormal, like a knife twisting.
Bits and pieces of information began to come in.
The place where it is located is called the Black Iron Settlement. It is extremely huge, densely populated, surrounded by miasma, dense forests, and extremely dangerous.
But at the same time, the settlement is not safe, and various corpses can be seen lying on the roadside every day.
The original owner’s name is also Yang Fang, a coolie at the Fuyun Wharf, ten pennies a day, precarious
Scenes of memories kept pouring into Yang Fang's mind.
Suddenly, Yang Fang showed surprise and captured a memory fragment.
"Evil?"
Is there something evil going on in the settlement these two days?
Someone dies mysteriously and tragically every night?
He subconsciously tensed up, his hair stood up, and he felt uncomfortable all over.
Don't you know that the world you travel through is the same world as Zheng Fanghua?
Are there other earthlings besides yourself?
Countless thoughts appeared in his mind, and he came to the closed wooden door, looking outside along the crack of the door.
It was pitch black.
I can't see my fingers.
It was in the middle of the night, the surrounding fields were quiet, and a needle could be heard.
But when he thought of the recent evil, Yang Fang's hairs began to twitch, and he couldn't help but backed away.
"What the **** is this world?"
He walks up and down the room.
Can I go back again?
How did Zheng Fanghua go back?
When he was frowning, suddenly, the light in front of his eyes was distorted, mysterious and hazy.
A shallow light curtain emerged.
Name: Yang Fang
Life expectancy: 21/32 years old
Repair: Not entered (20/30)
Heart Method: Introduction to Yang Yan Jue (6/100)
Martial Arts: Introduction to Galewind Thirteen Swords (18/100)
Qualification: Terrible (1/5)
panel?
A piece of information quickly appeared in my mind.
"This is a proficiency panel, as long as you practice martial arts, you can increase your proficiency, and every time you increase your proficiency, your martial skills will improve a little?"
Yang Fang showed a strange color.
Soon some bits and pieces of information about Yang Yanjue and Blast Thirteen Swords began to emerge in his mind.
Although the names of the two exercises are domineering, they are the largest and most common exercises in the settlement.
No features at all.
More importantly, this proficiency only has an effect on martial arts, and has no effect on mental skills.
That is to say, his [Yang Yan Jue] can only rely on a little bit of self-cultivation.
ah!
Just when Yang Fang was secretly nervous, suddenly, a shrill scream came directly from the night outside, hoarse and exhausted, it seemed to be only about tens of meters away from him.
Yang Fang was taken aback.
Evil spirits?
He was terrified and quickly backed away.
(end of this chapter)