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His head hurt and his eyes hurt hotly. So, he patted his head with his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously before he opened them.

My eyes still hurt, but I can already see what is going on around me. Ling Yan looked around and couldn't help but be stunned: Where am I?

In front of him, it was no longer a police detention cell, but one cliff on one side, and he was sitting on a rugged path so narrow that it was hard to fit a truck.

Ling Yan felt as if he was in a dream, he closed his eyes again, firstly, to relieve the pain in his eyes, and secondly, he needed to think carefully about what was going on first.

The strange experience before instantly appeared in Ling Yan's mind, and he remembered the huge white light emitted by the two pendants, the incredible "whirlpool", and then it became like this.

Ling Yan guessed that the pain in his eyes was probably caused by the white "whirlpool" that had stimulated the retina for too long. He studied medicine, and he could explain this, but he didn't know why the "whirlpool" was there and why it was here. However, at this time, he remembered the plot of the novel he had read before: Could it be ...... Am I ...... Crossed?

But the time travel novels I read before, the protagonists only crossed after they hung up, but this time they didn't hang up, but they can also cross?

Ling Yan opened his eyes again, at this time, the sky was extremely dark, and the surroundings were quiet, only I don't know what kind of birds occasionally chirped once or twice.

Ling Yan tried to stand up. Fortunately, except for a slight pain in the eyes, there was no discomfort in the rest of the area.

Ling Yan cautiously walked to the edge of the cliff and looked vigorously into the darkness in the distance. At the foot of the cliff, one side is black, and it looks like a forest; On the other side, there were faint bits of light, like the candlelight of a farmer's house.

The breeze blew through Ling Yan's body, but it made him feel a biting cold, and his body couldn't help but tremble. He couldn't believe everything in front of him, and he couldn't help but think of those time-traveling plots in the novel.

"Impossible! No way! Ling Yan shook his head desperately, trying hard to deny his guess, but how to explain all this in front of him?

I don't know if it's because of nervousness, or if he really hasn't eaten for a long time, Ling Yan suddenly felt very hungry, coupled with this cold wind that penetrated his heart, he suddenly thought of a word - hunger and cold, and it was only now that he really realized the artistic conception depicted by this idiom.

Ling Yan pursed his chapped lips and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, so that he had another feeling - thirst.

He felt that he couldn't stay here any longer, and that he had to find a place to live no matter what, even if he could see someone. So, he looked at the place where the light was coming from, roughly calculated the direction in his mind, then tightened his clothes and turned around.

At this time, he suddenly discovered a very serious problem: which way to go down the mountain?

It was a winding path, blocked by cliffs at both ends, and, at night, Ling Yan couldn't be sure which side of the road was downhill and which was uphill.

Finally used a small stone to measure that the road on the right was downhill, but Ling Yan hesitated again: Could it be that if you keep going downhill, you can reach the place where there is light? What if it leads deeper into the mountains? The place where the light came from here was already far away, and if you took the wrong way, you would probably starve to death on this mountain and no one cared about it.

Thinking of this, Ling Yan was really a little scared, it was the first time he felt so helpless.

His stomach was getting hungrier and hungrier, Ling Yan had to reluctantly calm his emotions, measured left and right, and finally, he decided to go downhill: at least the trend of the road was down.

Just as Ling Yan had just finished making his decision, he suddenly heard footsteps. The sound seemed to come from an uphill road blocked by a cliff. The footsteps weren't fast or slow, but they sounded steady.

This is an ordinary voice in normal times, but at this moment, Ling Yan is very excited: I finally see my compatriots!

The footsteps were getting louder and louder, Ling Yan was very excited, and at the same time he had a strange thought in his heart: there must be a modern person!

As the footsteps approached, a figure appeared from behind the cliff. Because it was too dark, Ling Yan couldn't see the other party's face clearly, but what the man was holding and his clothes, Ling Yan could still see it clearly, he only felt a "buzz" in his head, and his mood instantly fell to the bottom.

The man had an axe in his hand and a basket-like thing on his back, from which black "sticks" protruded. The most distinctive features of his clothing are the collar with a lowercase "Y" on his chest and a coarse cloth tied around his waist.

That's clearly a farmer chopping wood! And it's the peasants of antiquity!

Ling Yan's smile froze on his face, he couldn't believe that he could actually see a living person more than a thousand years ago! After standing still, he wondered if it could be a film crew filming a TV series, but looking left and right, he couldn't find a second person other than that person: which film crew would shoot costume films at night and without even a staff member?

"Oh my God! I really crossed over! Ling Yan was shocked to the extreme, and his heart was beating wildly.

That person seemed to have noticed Ling Yan as well, and stopped hesitantly.

The two of them were in the dark, looking at each other, although they couldn't see each other clearly—at least Ling Yan couldn't see the person clearly.

"Who are you?" The man finally asked.

Judging from the rich and old voice, it sounded that the man's age was not young, and it was estimated that he was less than sixty. And from the tone of the question, you can feel that there is a little fear in the man's heart, but more hostility.

Ling Yan didn't know how to answer that person's question for a while, and after thinking about it, he said, "Uncle, I'm lost!" Can you take me down the mountain? ”

As he spoke, Ling Yan walked slowly towards the man. At this moment, Ling Yan didn't care whether that person was ancient or modern, it was better to meet someone than to be trapped in this barren mountain by himself.

"Stop! Stay back! The one suddenly raised his voice, and his tone became more stern.

Ling Yan saw the axe in the man's hand shake for a while, obviously the person was holding the axe tightly, he couldn't help but be shocked, and quickly shook his hand at the man: "Uncle! Uncle! I'm not a bad person! I'm just lost! ”

The man paused motionlessly for a few seconds, then slowly walked towards Ling Yan.

When the man approached, Ling Yan saw his face clearly, and it was similar to what Ling Yan thought: the vicissitudes of the man's face, wrinkles crawled all over all corners of his face, although he looked very old, but he was in good spirits and had a strong body, it was estimated that he had a physique cultivated by years of farm work.

The old man approached Ling Yan, looked at it carefully for a long time, and then said, "You are not from this village, where are you from?" ”

Seeing that the other party was a kind-looking old man, Ling Yan's heart was suddenly relieved, he scratched his head, and reluctantly came up with a word: "Uh...... I'm from the city. ”

Ling Yan replied, firstly, he really couldn't think of any other words, and secondly, he could also measure the era he was in, if it was still modern, of course the old man could understand it.

What Ling Yan didn't expect was that the old man sighed gloomily: "Hey! It's really messy, messy, at my age, I can't remember many place names at all. ”

Ling Yan was stunned for a moment, completely unaware of what the old man meant.