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I closed my eyes and tried to get the screams of the women out of my ears, but their voices were still so persistent that I couldn't help but feel sore and my hands and feet weak. I thought to myself: if this is the form of hell, then my ban is too popular!

"Ahh

After the weightlessness replaced the fear of being bound in my heart, a few sharp cries pierced the eerie atmosphere and woke me up. When I opened my eyes, I saw a few shadows falling down in various postures in a circular light the size of a wellhead.

"Mother-"

Just when I was glad that my road to hell would not be lonely, I realized that this crying cry was a treasure. Why? He was also struck by ball lightning, and he died with a whimper? Then the other two figures, could it be Lao Yu and Weizi? God! I really don't want to be born on the same day and month of the same year, but I want to die on the same day of the same month and the same year!

I was the first to hit the ground, my back touched the ground, I bounced a few times, and then in the pain, I vaguely heard the treasure "ouch", and then lost consciousness completely.

When I woke up again, my muscles were so sore that I couldn't roll over. In my daze, I saw the dim light hitting a strange figure, no, I can't say strange, an old man in ancient clothes. I was puzzled to see his old face looking at me curiously.

Xu saw that I was awake, the old man had a surprised smile on his face, I saw him running out excitedly, shouting: "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" Hearing his voice, I suddenly froze, thinking, what's wrong with me? Am I not dead? Is there still someone in hell? No, how can there be pain when I die, could it be that I was saved by the crew who made the movie? No, who ran to such a place where birds don't to film, how high is the cost!

I thought about what was wrong, so I rolled up my sleeves to see if there were any wounds on my body, and at this look, I was puzzled for a while, and secretly thought: Strange, I was obviously struck by ball lightning, and my whole body felt like it was going to explode, how could there be no wounds, but I just felt a pain in my back? Just as I wanted to get down and ask what was going on, a figure suddenly ran in from outside the door, and when I looked closely, it turned out to be a treasure. He was dressed in an ancient garment, and when he saw me again, I could even see his jaw shaking with excitement.

He called me in a trembling voice: "Childe, you finally woke up, I thought that I, Liu Baocai, were going to die alone in this era." ”

"This era?" I was confused, looking at the jacket I was still wearing, and I was confused.

Baocai showed a bitter gourd face and said, "It's a long story......"

I don't know why, as soon as Baocai's bitter face appeared, my precise sixth sense climbed up again, and I tossed goosebumps.

Putting aside all the confusion, I just wanted to quickly solve the doubts in my heart, so I eagerly said, "Long story short!"

Baocai looked at me depressedly and said, "We have crossed!"

Through?

Hehe, listening to Baocai's words, I can feel the corners of my mouth twitching. Isn't this teasing me? I suddenly remembered what I said at the table in high school, "Do you believe that there is another time and space in this world?" We live the life of modern people, and in another time and space, the people of the Great Qin Empire are also living, they have not disappeared, but are living in another space.

Thinking of this, I laughed dryly, and even though I felt that what was happening to me now was a dream, I still asked, "Now...... What era is it?"

"The end of the Eastern Han Dynasty!" Baocai's tone of voice almost cried.

"The ...... of the late Eastern Han Dynasty" I repeated quietly, my heart tightened, that was not the era of my ancestors? At this time, it was the time when the warlords were fighting, the powerful were vying for hegemony, and the people were not happy, why was I so unlucky, people crossed the Song Dynasty, or the rich Tang Dynasty to be a son, and I wore from the peaceful era to the turbulent years?

I felt a chill in my heart, looked at the treasure in the coarse cloth short, and then asked, "What about Lao Yu and Weizi?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the corners of Baocai's mouth curved, and he cried loudly, and my heart suddenly panched, and I was terrified, and asked again: "What about them?"

Baocai looked at me, the tears in his eyes reflected in the candlelight, and after a while, he took a deep breath and choked up, "No ......"

After hearing the sound of my heart, I immediately sat up, walked up to him tremblingly, dragged him and asked excitedly, "It's gone!

Baocai held my two hands and said sadly: "When I woke up, it was only me and you, I looked for it nearby, there was no Weizi and Lao Ji!" Baocai cried more and more sadly, although it was gone, but there was no corpse, and there was still hope after all. Optimistic: Maybe they're just as inexplicable as we are. If we were in the same time and space, we might still see each other, but if not, or worse, our brothers might never see each other again. I couldn't stop crying when I thought about it.

Everything is like a dream, illusory and ethereal. Looking at the blue sky and white clouds, the green grass, and the quaint and dilapidated farmhouses, I couldn't believe that I had traveled back in time, but I finally accepted the reality.

The old man who saved me and the treasure was a peasant, and his family was very poor, and in addition to the years of fighting, he might as well live as he said, it was better to die. Originally, Wang Laohan had two sons, one joined the Yellow Turban Army, and was later beheaded by the suppressed warlords, and the other said that he was looking for life in order to survive, but he never returned, leaving two old people to rely on each other and not have enough to eat.

Perhaps it was because Wang Laohan lost his two sons, and he was very close to me and Baocai. Although Baocai and I don't know where to go, we are still very grateful to the two old men for saving their lives. So for several days, we fetched food for them, and while hope was not gone, we went to look for Lao Yu and Weizi. But the final result was not satisfactory, Baocai and I were so hungry that we ran out of strength not to talk about it, and the two buddies didn't have any news.

Bao Cai dug up a little wild vegetables, in the past few days, I admired his ability to recognize plants, including some wild survival skills, although every day the lower belly is some herbaceous plants, but still can fill some stomach.

The place we crossed and landed was in Qiaotou Village, Wuling County, Jingzhou, and according to my calculations and Baocai's calculations, this place is now Yuanling County, Hunan, which is almost the place where we had an accident. The current time is the first year after the end of the Yellow Turban Uprising, that is, the fourth year of Zhongping. According to this conclusion, I suddenly thought of my ancestor - Feng Xie, at this time he should be the year of the weak crown, I thought that since he had been unlucky to wear it, it would be better to take this opportunity to meet my legendary ancestor and find a way to return to modern times.

With the plan in mind, Baocai and I returned to Wang Laohan's house with a bamboo basket, where the thatched roof of their house had been torn through a hole, the bedding on the bed was in tatters, and there were bamboo hats of their two sons on the wall.

As soon as we entered the grass hut with our front feet, Wang Laohan also came in with a sigh.

When Baocai saw him, he immediately asked, "Uncle Wang, what's wrong?"

The old man looked up at us, then sat down on the bench with his head down, and said, "There is news of my second son. ”

I wanted to say that it was too good, but looking at the old man's sad face, I thought that the news was not good, so I was silent and did not speak.

I poured tea for Wang Laohan, and after a long time, he eased his emotions, looked at the pottery bowl in his hand, sighed, and said, "Ge San from Qiantou Village said...... Saying that my son and his brother went to the grave to steal the dead man's things, and now they are fine, and their lives are left there!"

Baocai and I heard about the theft of things underground, looked at each other, and thought: What happened to us recently is really evil, first ran to the lair of tomb robbers, and now has traveled to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Wang Laohan's son also lost his life because of the inverted fight, this is ...... How do you feel like you've fallen into the whirlpool of the inverted bucket and can't get out.

The old man's rough hands wiped away his tears, and then said: "My eldest son died a miserable death, his bones were abandoned in the wilderness, and he could not return to his homeland, and my old couple could not worship him, and now even the younger son ......."

Looking at Wang Laohan's grief-stricken face, I don't know how to persuade him, in this world, white-haired people send black-haired people, and there are many things that can't be returned to the roots, and now it happens to the benefactor, and my heart is always uncomfortable.

The next day, Wang Laohan's wife fell ill and was bedridden, so Wang Laohan hired a doctor. The doctor said that Aunt Wang's heart was depressed, thinking that she was going to sleep forever, the eldest son's bones were outside to endure the wind and rain, and the younger son couldn't go home in someone else's tomb, so she was not happy and worried all day long.

I see that this kind old couple seems to have aged a few years overnight, and a kind of kindness in another world and a different place makes me feel a strong sense of responsibility to them in my heart.

After that, Baocai and I took care of the two elderly more intimately. However, in the troubled times, the living conditions are extremely bad, many people in Qiaotou Village are either starved to death, or they are killed by rough soldiers, it is becoming more and more difficult for me and Baocai to obtain food, this life is too sad, Baocai is monkey-like, the skin has been wrapped in bones, and my face like Chen Bolin has become haggard into an uncle.

For the first time, I missed the leftovers of the restaurant at that time, but they were all out of reach and became a spiritual desire in my dreams. Sadly, now I and Baocai are no longer far away from home, because the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty and the modern era are more than 1,000 years apart, maybe we will never go back, and we will never see our parents. Thinking of this, the two of us had to sigh and sigh, and continued to face the reality the next day, giving the old couple the food they found from outside, and filling their flat stomachs with water constantly.

However, this situation did not last long, Aunt Wang still died, and when Wang Laohan had his last breath, he asked me to go to Ge San, hoping to recover the bones of his son Wang Yu so that they could rest in peace.

Favored by others, a thousand years. Although Baocai was reluctant to go to the catacombs, he couldn't help me in the end, and after taking care of the funeral of the second elder with me, he picked up his luggage and set off.

Along the way, the sky was so blue that I sighed that the air in ancient times was good, but I came to the wrong dynasty, because we saw corpses that no one cared about, and white bones exposed in the field, which made me and Baocai feel so heavy that we could hardly speak. After all, we were born in a healthy society, without famine and war, and now it takes preparation and time to evolve our body and mind into something that can withstand all kinds of suffering.

Bao Cai and I retched all the way, and in addition to fear, I felt more uncomfortable and uneasy. It's spring, mosquitoes are breeding, the bones on the road are rotting and smelling, and the black smoke and ruined houses in the distance are under the blue sky and white clouds, with the green leaves and flowers of spring, which is both strange and unreal.

This desolate scene did not end, and we walked for a while, without a human figure, until we found a village, in which there were people in rags watching us vigilantly, like me and Baocai what a man-eating monster.

After looking for a long time, we finally found someone to talk to. Baocai and I listened to his broken dialect and tried to make out it, and finally found Ge San's house.

When I saw Ge San, I was a little shocked, he was tall, thick and mighty, and he looked cold, as if we owed him millions. But later, I also understood that if the people of this era don't make themselves murderous, they may be killed by the most vicious people. And from Ge Sankou, I learned that if you want to survive in troubled times, you must have the ability, otherwise your own flesh may have to be contributed and become someone else's meal.

After listening to his words, my hair and Baocai stood on end, and I felt cold, thinking: This era is almost the end of the zombies, no wonder when I entered the village just now, the eyes of several villagers were so strange, and the feeling was that we were afraid that we would eat them!