In the dark and small stone room, there was only a worn-out wooden bed and a set of simple wooden tables and chairs arranged on the left side of the bed, on which were scattered seven or eight books spread out, the paper yellowed and blackened.

The blood moon hung high, and the crimson moonlight shone through the skylight on the roof, casting a faint red glow over the small, dark room.

The bronze clock hanging in front of the bed ticks, and when the hour hand reaches the second scale, the gears inside the bronze clock begin to rotate at great speed, and at the same time, the center slowly opens, and a mechanical crow composed entirely of various metal parts pops out, howling wildly.

The ugly and sharp scream finally made the thin figure lying on the bed react a little.

He slowly and with difficulty got up from the shabby bed, supported his body with his hands, and sat up a little bit.

The great pain that poured out of his limbs brought him to his senses in a very short time.

When I opened my sleepy eyes, my eyes were full of a blur of blood.

It took him three minutes to get used to it, and he could barely see his surroundings. During those three minutes, his brain was in a state of complete chaos.

Not only that, but in the deepest part of the brain, there was a tearing pain from time to time, as if someone was holding a steel nail and constantly making a puncture motion.

After his mind gradually calmed down, he slowly looked around the room, and after finding that the surrounding environment was extremely unfamiliar, he subconsciously asked a philosophical trilogy.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Shouldn't I be strolling down campus right now?

Why did I end up here? I must be dreaming, forget it! My head hurts, just sleep again, just wake up.

He lay down again, covered with a quilt and tried to fall asleep again.

But the tearing pain in his brain made his consciousness begin to become extremely clear.

He gradually realized that he was not dreaming, because the pain was so clear and intense.

He struggled to open his eyes again, his gaze slowly wandering upwards, and he saw the huge moon of blood outside the skylight, and suddenly fear spread like a raging tide.

Damn, when did the moon become like this, and where the hell am I?

Under the intense fear, he sat up from the bed like a frightened rabbit, and some violent movements even caused his spirit to be in a trance for several seconds, and his brain almost shut down again.

But he couldn't care about this, and he didn't even have time to put on his shoes, so he hurried to the log table and chair next to the bed.

There were very few things on the table, except for a quaint quill pen, a few yellowed books with strange covers, and a fully mechanical, steampunk lamp.

This is the case!

His mind went blank again, and it took him a few seconds to come back to his senses.

! I'm meowing this time travel?! Although, he likes to read some time travel novels, and sometimes he even fantasizes about when he can travel back again.

But when this really happened to him, not only did he not have half a point of joy in his heart, but he gave birth to infinite fear, fear of the unknown.

Maybe this is Ye Gong Haolong!

The nervousness spread, his thoughts diverged irrepressibly, and he subconsciously pulled into his pocket to find a cigarette, wanting to calm down.

But he reached into his pocket and groped for a long time, until his brain received all the information, and he realized that the clothes he was wearing didn't seem to be right, and his body seemed to have become smaller?

The more he looked at it, the more panicked he became, and hurriedly went to look for the mirror, and after searching for a long time, he found a small copper mirror from the small box under the desk.

Picking up the bronze mirror and holding it above his head, he finally saw what he looked like now by the dim and dim light, and as expected, what caught his eye at this moment was a strange face that he had never seen before.

Gray hair, green eyes, sunken eye sockets, high nose bridge, three-dimensional facial features, deep lines, and sallow skin.

This is obviously different from the face of the Chinese race and the iconic gray hair, which shocked him, it seems that there is no such race on the earth!

Looking at his thin and thin body, he could conclude that he had crossed over, if there was nothing wrong with his spirit.

In other words, how can you tell if you are mentally ill!

Waiting online, it's in a hurry.

He silently complained in his heart.

Calm, calm, he tried to gather his divergent thoughts, and began to look at the body carefully.

The body is thin and thin, the age should not be more than nineteen years old, and the life should not be too good, and it is suspected that he has been in a state of malnutrition for a long time.

Looking at this body, he could only get such superficial information for the time being.

Unlike those time-traveling novels, he had no memories of the body's previous owner, and naturally could not derive more information.

And not being able to find more information means that his situation will become very difficult in the future, and he is in danger of being identified at any time, how can he get more information without contacting "strangers"?

The question didn't bother him for long, for the room he was in wasn't big and there were very few things, so his eyes quickly fell on the little log table and saw the books spread out.

By the way, he clapped his hands and said, "Books! How can I be so stupid, what could be more information than books!

Straightening up his chair, he seemed to forget about the pain, and after slowly sitting up, he began to read each book in earnest.

Looking at the strange words on the cover, which were very different from Huaxia, his brain ached at first, and then gradually translated it.

"Basic Pharmacy Theory", "Basic Poison Knowledge", "Detailed Explanation of Human Structure", "Potions", "Basic Potions Identification", "Occultism", etc., are all about medical knowledge.

Open a book of "Basic Potions Identification", in addition to depicting a variety of strange plants that have never been seen before, there are only amazing annotations, each word is the same size, neat to the point that people are outrageous, the handwriting of the owner of this book can be called art.

From this book, he didn't find much useful information, but only slightly identified two things.

One is that he did travel to a world that seemed to have "magic", but this world didn't seem to be very advanced, as can be seen from the quill on the table and some small mechanical objects.

The second is that the previous owner of this body should have a high level of education, which can be seen from the annotations he wrote, which can be called an artistic calligraphy handwriting, and I am afraid that it will not be practiced without ten or eight years of hard work.

The level of education of a person is a reflection of the social class of the person, especially in such a relatively backward world, how can a well-educated person not live in such a shabby place, right?

The clothes he was wearing now were a gray-white linen robe that had been washed many times and had been torn, the robe reached the floor, and it was enough to cover the whole body, and there was no clothes under the robe, no underwear.

Lifting the robe, his thin body was covered with whip marks.

Before that, because his mind had been in a state of high tension and he was so busy searching for information that his brain ignored the physical pain for a short time.

It wasn't until this moment, when his mind relaxed slightly, that the pain in his body was "revealed".

Where's the hell meowing yourself?

Long-term hunger has led to severe malnutrition in the body, even if you wear such tattered clothes, you can endure it by gritting your teeth, but how can this still bring personal injury?

From the whip marks all over his body, it can be seen that the place he is staying in is not a safe place!

No, it looks like we're going to run away, and the farther away from this place the better.

Wait, no, he suddenly realized, if he could escape, this guy would not be able to run for so long? This place must not be that simple.

What can I do about it! As soon as he thought that he might be killed directly as soon as he crossed over, and there was even a high probability that he would not cross back, his little face became bitter, and his heart was a little desperate.

No, I can't give up, I have to give it a try.

Calm down! We must keep our sanity and not get out of our way.

He told himself over and over again that he couldn't be afraid, not panicked.

For this reason, he even went to hit the injured part of his body, and forced himself to calm down with violent pain.

What if!

What if you can escape?

But which way to run? Definitely not on the other side of the door, then there is only ......

His gaze quickly wandered to the skylight above the wooden bed.

The age of this body is not very old, and it is because of long-term malnutrition, which causes the body to be very thin.

Drilling through that sunroof shouldn't be a big problem.

Just do it, he endured the pain, and began to act quickly, not knowing when someone would come looking for him, he didn't have that much time, he had to act immediately.

With difficulty putting the chair on the bed, he stepped on it steadily, and he could barely reach the edge of the skylight.

Jumping hard, the intense pain from the laceration of the wound made him almost let go of his hand holding the edge of the window, gritting his teeth and swallowing the blood, he finally climbed up slowly.

Standing on the skylight, the first thing you feel is the fierce wind.

The wind was so loud and fierce that it almost blew him away.

Strange! I didn't hear the slightest wind in the room, but when I got to the roof, I ......

Forget it, leave it alone, the dog's life matters.

With that, he focused all his attention on the huge blood moon in the sky and the towering spire directly in front of him.

Is the moon that big in this place?

After staring at the blood moon for a few seconds and not seeing any name, his gaze gradually moved down, and he saw not far away, the twenty or so skylights that were exactly the same as the one on the soles of his feet, which meant that there were at least two dozen rooms like the one he lived in.

There could be two dozen guys like him!

I found a skylight nearby, climbed cautiously over it, and looked down from the window, a little guy who was also wearing a linen-gray robe was lying on the bed and snoring, smacking his lips as he slept, as if he had dreamed of something delicious.

Sure enough, his conjecture was right! Most of them were abducted domestic slaves or something.

This strengthened his determination to escape.

There were no human rights in the old society!

He crept through the windows to the edge of the minaret, and that's when he was able to get a glimpse of the building.

Call!

This turned out to be a very large castle, a Gothic castle.

With the exception of those towering minarets, they inhabit the highest floor.

Walking to the edge of the castle, he tried to climb down, trying to look down, and suddenly a cool breath rushed from the soles of his feet to his head.

He's meowing! This castle is actually floating in the air, what the hell did he come to!