Chapter 5 Return to reality
The night is dark.
Three figures sneakily approached Yang Fang from the far corner.
It is now in the middle of the night.
Zhao Gang and the other three were very courageous, and the masters of the Sanhe Gang had killed an evil spirit last night, so the three of them took the risk and headed towards Yang Fang's residence.
“Brother Gang, the lights are dark, I should be asleep by now.”
The whisper of a big man sounded.
“Take out the poison.”
Zhao Gang whispered.
A big man next to him immediately took out a dark tube-like object from his arms and handed it to Zhao Gang.
Zhao Gang wet his fingers, gently broke the window paper, inserted the tubular object into Yang Fang's room, and blew hard.
Yang Fang was startled and quickly covered his mouth and nose.
Drug?
Is this Zhao Gang?
He could almost hear the voices outside the door clearly.
These three guys want to harm themselves?
He gripped the sword tightly, frightened and angry.
After waiting quietly for a moment, Zhao Gang's voice outside the door sounded again, "It should be fine, open the door!"
A big man pulled out a dagger, inserted it gently into the crack of the door, started to fiddle with the door bolt, and slowly moved the door bolt to one side.
“It’s done!”
The big man's eyes flashed and he gently opened the door.
The three of them held their breath, vigorously swatted away the strong smell of medicine in front of their eyes, held daggers in hand, and rushed towards the bed quickly, as if they wanted to stab Yang Fang to death on the bed.
But just now!
Yang Fang, who had been hiding in the corner, suddenly took action.
The sword in his hand seemed to suddenly have life. The sword moved with him as fast as lightning.
Poof! puff!
Blood splattered, and the sharply polished sword tip quickly passed through the bodies of the two big men, causing them to scream in agony, which soon came to an abrupt end.
Zhao Gang, who was left alone, suddenly changed his expression and turned around quickly. He couldn't believe it.
"What."
Just as he was about to speak, Yang Fang's sword struck quickly and wildly.
The Thirteen Gale Swords!
Although it was just the most common sword technique on the road, when he used it with all his strength, it was still like a gust of wind and rain.
Coupled with the fact that it was dark night, the stars were scattered and only vague light could be seen. Zhao Gang was extremely frightened at this moment. Moreover, he himself was half-baked in martial arts and could only wave a dagger to resist randomly.
Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang!
Sparks flew out, and his dagger waved wildly, blocking Yang Fang's more than ten sword moves.
However, Yang Fang's sword also left seven or eight cuts on his body. He screamed miserably and begged for mercy in fear, "Who are you? I am the younger brother of Zhao Hu from the Sanhe Gang."
He still doesn’t know that it is Yang Fang who is drawing a sword towards him crazily.
Yang Fang didn't say a word, and the Thirteen Gale Swords were used crazily.
Zhao Gang's injuries became more and more serious, and his reaction became slower and slower. With a clang, the dagger fell, and Yang Fang pierced his shoulder with his sword, pushing his body against the wall, and he screamed in pain. .
“Spare my life!”
Zhao Gang spoke in horror.
“Why do you want to kill me? Why?”
Yang Fang's face was gloomy, and his palm was firmly holding the long sword.
“It’s you!”
Zhao Gang's eyes widened and he was extremely frightened, and said, "Yang Fang, spare me, you can't kill me."
Yang Fang pushed the sword hard again and said coldly, "I'll ask you again, why do you want to kill me?"
"I'm obsessed. Half a month ago, someone saw you fishing out a piece of black spar from the spot where the Mongolian Chamber of Commerce's boat capsized. I want that piece of black spar. Please spare me. My brother is Zhao Tiger."
Zhao Gang said fearfully.
“Your brother is Zhao Hu.”
Yang Fang felt gloomy and said, "Then I can't keep you!"
Poof!
He pulled out the long sword with all his strength and stabbed it out again. This time it stabbed directly into the middle of Zhao Gang's chest and out from the back. With a pop, Zhao Gang's eyes widened and he struggled to grab Yang Fang with both hands, but he was gone in the end. Any effort.
Yang Fang's head was pounding, his breathing was rapid, and his whole body was almost exhausted.
He killed someone!
He was extremely nervous, but he knew that he couldn't leave the corpses here. He immediately rummaged through the corpses of the three people and found a total of forty coins. Then he found some shabby clothes, wrapped the corpses, and started Process each item one by one.
Once people find out that he killed Zhao Gang, his end will be terrible.
Yang Fang didn't dare to slack off, and took advantage of the fact that there was no one around at night, and carried the corpses to three different directions.
One was thrown into a small river ditch dozens of meters away to the east.
One was thrown into an alley a hundred meters behind.
Another body was thrown into an alley to the north.
After doing all this, Yang Fang felt a strong sense of exhaustion coming over him.
He suddenly realized that his clothes were stained with blood, so he immediately took off his clothes, hurriedly returned home, locked the door, took a brazier, and burned the clothes.
After burning the clothes, he suddenly saw the dripping blood on the ground. His expression changed immediately. He quickly got tools and started to deal with it overnight.
More than an hour has passed.
Yang Fangcai finally handled everything properly, and his whole body felt sore.
“It shouldn’t leave any traces.”
His heart was uneasy.
Suddenly, he thought of the black spar that Zhao Gang mentioned before, and immediately started rummaging around the room.
Not long after, Yang Fang turned over a black crystal from a frame under the bed, which was the size of an adult's fist. It was six-sided, quite mysterious, and dark.
“Is this Black Quartz?”
Yang Fang frowned.
But what does this do?
Can it be sold for money?
While he was observing, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his left arm, as if it was burning.
He looked quickly, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart beat rapidly.
0 days 0 hours 9 minutes 58 seconds.
57 seconds.
56 seconds.
“Are you going to go back in time? Is it really possible to go back in time?”
He was extremely excited.
He simply doesn’t want to stay in this world for even a moment.
In the real world, he was a good young man who abided by the law and would never be in any danger while sitting in the office every day. But now that he has traveled here, not only is he surrounded by dangers everywhere, but he is actually forced to commit murder.
No one would be able to accept it.
Yang Fang immediately hid the black crystal stone again, lay on the bed honestly, and began to wait for the time to pass.
There has never been a moment when his heart was so excited.
Time is one minute and one second.
Suddenly, a strong sense of dizziness came over again, making his eyelids feel heavy. His body seemed to be sinking into a bottomless abyss, spinning rapidly.
I don’t know how much time passed before this spinning feeling began to slowly disappear.
The light returned to his eyes again.
brush!
Yang Fang's eyes opened again, showing a look of surprise, and he suddenly stood up from the bed.
Still in your own home!
To be precise, it was the home in the previous life.
I really traveled back in time.
Light tube, bed, white shirt, and a kitchen knife and fruit knife attached to his waist.
Everything is exactly the same as before.
He quickly took out his cell phone to check the time.
I saw that the time now happened to be 8:05 pm.
The date is still the same day, August 12th.
The year has not changed.
“Only an hour passed?”
Yang Fang was shocked and almost felt like he couldn't believe it.
He spent about three days in that world, but in reality only an hour passed.
He quickly looked at his wrist again.
The wrist is the same as before, with intact skin and no writing.
Everything before was like a dream.
However, a stream of information soon came to his mind, making him realize that this was not a dream.
(End of this chapter)