Where am I? How is it not in the hospital?

Li Mao found himself lying on the side of a bustling street, the sky was gloomy, the cold wind was shining, and his body was only covered with a piece of broken hemp that exuded a strong smell of swill.

The clothes are gone, the shoes are gone, the wallet is gone, the baton is gone, did I let the thief rob it, where did Brother Ge go?

Li Mao raised his eyes to the sky, his mind was in chaos, and after a long time, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the surrounding environment: no neon flashes, no tide of people, no various billboards, no high-rise buildings, no hustle and bustle of the city...... There is not the slightest hint of modern civilization.

There was only a dusty dirt street, low, dilapidated civil houses, pedestrians in fancy costumes, and squeaky carriages.

Dressed so weirdly, are they filming? No, I probably crossed over.

In just an instant, Li Mao accepted the fact that he had crossed over.

Xu is because he has read too much of the literature in his previous life. He smiled bitterly in his heart. Who said that reading online articles is just for fun, for a time-traveler, it can at least help you overcome the tension and discomfort in the early stage of crossing, otherwise, you are very likely to have a mental breakdown due to the identity confusion caused by the change of time and space, and then become depressed.

The uniform on his body is gone, it may have melted when he passed through the wormhole, or it may have been stripped off by someone when he was unconscious, alas, no matter what he is, the traverser will inevitably have this or that embarrassment in the early stage, calm down.

Tang wear, this should be Tang wear, after a little observation of the costumes of the pedestrians on the street, Li Mao came to such a conclusion. But the Tang Dynasty in front of me looks a little disappointing.

Look at the street in front of you, dusty, garbage everywhere, sewage cross-flowing, leper dogs scurrying, there are more beggars on both sides of the street than on the provincial railway station square, and the industry self-discipline is extremely poor, and the phenomenon of forcing and demanding abounds.

The legendary Tang Dynasty, which is peerless, unparalleled in the world, and stands at the top of the world, has not even seen a shadow, and the Tang Dynasty in front of him is clearly the last days of the storm.

When Li Mao wanted to cry without tears, he suddenly saw four strong men with a tolerance appearance carrying red and white water and fire sticks, showing off their might, and pedestrians and beggars retreated like ants.

The officials are tyrannical, the people are fearful, and the omen of the end times is also.

In order to avoid dying on the day of the crossing, Li Mao hurriedly lay on the ground.

The tolerance is like a wind sweeping across the water, leaving only a trace of ripples, and the tolerance travels, and the street is lively again. The sound of begging came and went, and Li Mao sat up wrapped in a broken reed mat, looking at this new world blankly.

The so-called prosperity and wealth are not seen at all, on both sides of the street are an army of beggars who can't see the end, and the people walking on the street are also sad and sad, one by one lost their souls, like the walking dead. Fat, rich, and strong, the image of the Tang Dynasty beauty deduced in later film and television dramas is not seen at all, and there are many women here with orange peel faces, crane legs, and wooden eyes.

"Alas, the late Tang Dynasty is also Tang, the emperor is still surnamed Li, and the country name is still called Tang.

Li Mao comforted himself in his heart, and his stomach grunted uncontrollably. Eating, surviving, the harsh reality suddenly came into view. Where to go, where to go, Li Mao stared at a pair of godless eyes and thought blankly. After being hungry for too long, he was weak, and walking on the street with his bare butt didn't seem to look very good, making it even more difficult for him to change his identity and become a beggar. He lay on the ground to recuperate, waiting for the night to come.

The night of Datang is quiet and noble, and there is only moonlight like water on the black and hollow streets.

When the moon is dark and the wind is high, when people are killed and set on fire......

After Li Mao finished chanting these two lines of poetry, he dragged his extremely heavy legs into a nearby house. It's not to kill people and set fires, but to "borrow" an old garment to cover the bunker.

The moon is like a silver plate, the clouds are as thin as a veil, and the wisps slide over the silver plate. What a night of spring breeze.

The male owner and the hostess of the small courtyard are working together to torture a broken bed at the moment, squeaking, humming, like the waves on the sea, Li Mao's whole body is like a scene, and he is itchy and numb.

I searched the front yard and the back yard, but I couldn't find even a cloth head.

"This Datang is really poor enough." Li Mao sneered.

A certain creature was dissatisfied with his slander, and suddenly pounced from the darkness!

Wangwang......

Wangwang......

Wangwang......

"Why do you raise so many dogs from a poor family!"

Li Mao deliberately added an accent under the word "dry" to express the resentment in his heart, and after complaining, under the "gift" of six vicious dogs, he hurriedly embarked on the road of escape.

Running naked from the east of the city to the west of the city along the east and west streets that run through the small town, running out of strength and exhausted. Seeing that the dog did not chase, he fell to the ground with a pop, and fainted without breathing.

The two night patrol soldiers passed by, because it was a naked male corpse, neither of them cared much, and one kicked Li Mao's arm with his leather boot, and shouted vaguely. Seeing Li Mao's response, the two of them walked around and continued to patrol.

It has long been common for poor people to die of cold and starvation on the streets, and the clothes of the dead will be stripped of without exception. There are too many people who lack food and clothing these days.

Around the first watch, when the corpse collector of the government responsible for collecting the nameless corpse was patrolling the street with a cart, he found Li Mao lying naked.

The corpse collector slowly put on the elbow-length leather gauntlet, held his breath, picked up the erected Li Mao and threw it into the car.

At the third watch, the corpse collector pulled the cart to the mound outside the city, he chose an open space, parked the cart, picked up the shovel on the cart and began to dig a pit in the ground. Tonight he was lucky, the total received such a "corpse", and he pondered that he would bury the person early and go home to sleep. In the past few years, the world has deteriorated, and more and more people have died on the street due to freezing and starvation.

While the corpse collector was busy digging the pit, Li Mao was awakened by freezing, and before, he was frozen.

As a sign of respect for the deceased, the collector covered each body with a cloth, which was originally white, but was never washed because of repeated use, and has now become a sauce color.

It was this corpse cloth that saved Li Mao's life, because he was warm and he came back to life, and because he woke up because of the cold.

Li Mao sat up in a daze, blinked vigorously, and blinked his eyes full of golden flowers, and then he heard a rustling sound. He saw a man struggling to dig a hole.

"In the middle of the night, he is digging a pit here, what does he want, hum, something interesting......"

Li Mao crossed his right arm in front of his chest, his left elbow rested on his right wrist, and gently scratched the sparse stubble on his chin with his left thumb, looking at the digging man fighting in front of him with great interest, guessing his intentions.

"Let's just ask."

The weather was too cold, and Li Mao couldn't stand it. He struggled to jump out of the car and wrap the cloth around him.

The work of digging the pit was successfully completed, and the corpse collector stuck the shovel on the ground vigorously, wiped the fine sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, untied the wine gourd on his belt, and drank it, and took a pleasant breath.

Li Mao patted him on the shoulder, smiling all over his face.

"Sorry to bother, sir, I'm ......"

Li Mao's words just started, and suddenly found that the pupils of the corpse collector were dilating sharply, he stared at himself deadly, his facial muscles twitched sharply, and his throat and eyes suddenly made a muffled sound of "pop", and then he fell straight down.

The size of the pits he dug was always based on his own height and width, and he felt that it was a complete waste of time to measure the corpse with a ruler. He proved to be a very prescient man.

Li Mao looked at the person lying in the pit in a daze, and it took him a long time to realize that the pit was originally dug for him.

A chill hit, and goosebumps fell all over the place.

The corpse collector died unexpectedly, and Li Mao continued to flee.

The sky is gradually brightening, and there are fields in front of me that cannot be seen as far as the eye can see, the autumn rice has been harvested, and the sorghum is red. Li Mao lay down in the small puddle under the ridge and licked a few mouthfuls of water, and secretly stuffed two handfuls of sorghum into his mouth, swallowing it, although it was bitter and hard to swallow, he was very hungry, and the stomach problem was temporarily solved.

Li Mao squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while, broke a branch to make a cane, and walked aimlessly along the path.