Zhang Fang let out a long sigh, as if he had a thousand-year-old dream, and woke up slowly. When all the senses returned to the body, the brain was drowsy, the limbs were full of bones, and there was pain everywhere, but it was happy—yes, whoever it was, would have felt when he miraculously survived a plane crash.

I never imagined that an ordinary trip would be a disaster from the sky -- it was really a disaster from the sky. Known as the safest means of transportation in the world, an aviation crash with a probability of only one in a million will happen to you!

Fortunately, I survived, and I feel that I am not missing arms and legs, which is really a great luck in misfortune!

Zhang Fang slowly opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings first. The sky was blue, the vegetation was lush, and the rich earthy smell reminded him that this was the wilderness. Well, it's normal, a plane crash that either crashes into the sea or falls into the wilderness, at least so far, I haven't heard of falling into a densely populated city.

Zhang Fang shook his head from side to side, his eyes turned, but he didn't find the wreckage of the plane, nor did he smell any burnt smell of fuel burning. Could it be that he was so lucky to be thrown far away from the crash site?

Now that it's safe, let's make a phone call to report safety, Zhang Fang tried to raise his arm, and his heart sank violently - it was actually shorter! Is it broken! But why doesn't it feel painful? If you look closely, it's not broken, but ...... It's short! It's like an adult's arm that has become the length of a teenager's arm.

What surprised Zhang Fang even more was that the sleeves had also changed, not suit sleeves, but wide ochre-colored sleeve robes, like ancient costumes. Zhang Fang's eyes were lowered, and he was indeed wearing an ochre silk hanfu: a collar, a right side, a hidden buckle, and layers of praise, and a red and black rope tie around his waist...... Moreover, there is also an ancient sheathed long sword.

With the calmness unique to a psychiatrist, Zhang Fang controlled the huge waves in his heart, moved the scabbard from his waist to his chest, and three gems were inlaid on each side of the circlip. He doesn't know much about gemstones, but these three gems are easy to recognize, which are turquoise, Khotanese jade, and topaz. The scabbard is lacquered, the sword is gilded, and the green, yellow and white gems show that the sword itself is of extraordinary quality.

Zhang Fang held the handle of the sword with his right hand, pressed the tip of the card with his left hand, and pulled the sword out of the sheath halfway.

The sword is three fingers wide, there is a blood groove, the blade is like frost, the cold is pressing, close to the sword lattice is engraved with two seal inscriptions, but I don't know, the sword body is as bright as a mirror - reflecting a young man's face.

Zhang Fang's eyes were round, and the eyes reflected in the sword blade were also round.

This person is by no means himself, but ...... It's really yourself again!

Zhang Fang's hand holding the sword was trembling, and his face in the "mirror" was blurred for a while...... At this moment, Zhang Fang realized an extremely terrifying thing: in this strange air crash, he was not the lucky one, his physical body had died, but his soul had traveled through thousands of years of time and space and found a host!

Boom! Zhang Fang slammed the sword into the sheath, and the unfamiliar face disappeared.

This situation is so weird, so weird that even if it is Zhang Fang who has undergone special psychological training, the brain is also in chaos at this time.

Control, control, not panic, take deep breaths, keep your heart rhythm steady, and try to clear your brain of distracting thoughts, get rid of all bad associations, and completely let go.

Confirming that his state had almost calmed down, Zhang Fang propped up the ground with his sword scabbard, intending to check what other clues were around. As soon as the body moved, it was only then that I realized that the body had suffered a lot of damage: a large bag was swollen on the back of the head, but fortunately there was no blood. The eighth rib on the left side is obviously painful, it is estimated that it is a fracture, fortunately there is no obvious sense of movement, it should be a green branch fracture, which is the slightest one, as long as you do not do strenuous activities, you can heal naturally without bone. In addition to these two more obvious injuries, the rest are minor injuries such as slight scratches on the palms and bruises on the shoulders and hips.

From where Zhang Fang was, it looked like a steep slope greater than 40 degrees and more than 30 meters long, with a clear long rolling trail, from the top of the slope to the place where he stood. It was clear that he was rolling down from above.

Zhang Fang used his sword as a staff and leaned down to climb up along the indentation. As soon as he climbed a few steps, he found that the wide robe and big sleeves were simply a disaster, not to mention that the long sleeves were hooked by weeds, and the hem of the wide robe that dragged the ground almost knocked him into a fight and rolled him back to his original place.

This is not possible, Zhang Fang's eyes fell on the red and black knotted long belt around his waist......

Ten minutes later, Zhang Fang's appearance changed: red and black ropes crossed on his chest, and his wide sleeved robe was tied around the ribs, revealing two thin white arms; The skirt was also lifted and tucked at the waist, but there seemed to be no pants, and the lower body seemed to be a little cold......

Get ready and continue the climb.

Zhang Fang walked and carefully observed, along the way you can see large and small stones, the big ones are like basins, the small ones are like fists, the surface of the stones is fresh, as if they have just been peeled off from the top of the mountain and rolled down. I also picked up a lot of silk threads and torn floc along the way, and compared the clothes on my body to confirm that I had left them. When I was about to reach the top of the slope, I found a piece of square carved jade with a white body and a large half palm, as well as a heavy bag. When I opened it, I saw a full pile of copper coins and pieces of finger-sized, flat cakes - gold.

What attracted Zhang Fang's eyes was not the gold cakes, but the copper coins. Stretch out your fingers and pull out one, and in the faint sunlight, the two easily recognizable seals of "five baht" are clearly visible.

Five baht money! The standard currency of the Han Dynasty, could it be that the era in which I live is actually that glorious Han? However, just by one coin, it cannot be completely identified, because the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties also used five-baht coins, not to mention that the Han Dynasty was divided into the Western Han Dynasty and the Eastern Han Dynasty, which is a big difference.

Zhang Fang stuffed all these items into his arms, and this clothes had a "pocket", which was just right to hold valuables.

When Zhang Fang finally climbed to the top of the slope, the scene made his blood almost congeale-

It is a fairly smooth winding mountain road, with steep and majestic peaks on one side, as if a landslide had just occurred, and there are rockfalls everywhere, the largest of which is comparable to a millstone. And this grinding stone is inlaid on a thick lade. Even more heart-wrenching than the landslide were the fragments of the disintegrating carriage, the broken wheels, the broken spokes, the smashed horses, and the two inhuman-shaped corpses!

Where is this air crash, it is clearly the scene of a car accident. Moreover, it was an ancient car accident.

What really made Zhang Fang creepy was the four wolf-like and dog-like animals that were squeaking and biting around the horse corpses. The four animals that bit the carcasses were larger than dogs, smaller than wolves, with brown-red fur, short-tailed fox faces, sharp teeth, and a vicious image.

It's a jackal! Zhang Fang's hair stood on end, and he gripped the hilt of his sword hard.

Zhang Fang's appearance immediately aroused the vigilance of those jackals, and four pairs of yellow and green eyes swept over, cold and gloomy, making people hairy. The hairy head was stained with clumps of blood, the wings of the nose opened and closed, spewing a fishy breath, and the grinning mouth dripping with a viscous liquid mixed with blood and saliva, and the remnants of minced flesh were clearly visible between the teeth.

Zhang Fang has seen many corpses soaked in the foul-smelling formalin liquid, and when he was interning in the hospital, he also carried the dead who had just passed away to the morgue, and he saw even more of the various internal organs and blood stains on the operating table. However, I saw the jackals frantically gnawing on human corpses, tearing their hands and feet, devouring internal organs, and dragging their scrofula intestines seven or eight meters away...... This is the first time this has happened.

Zhang Fang's scalp tingled for a while, and his heart was afraid for a while—he was sure that "he" had fallen out of this shattered ancient vehicle, and was very fortunate to have suffered only a few minor injuries, and escaped the disaster of broken bones and the dismemberment of the wolf.

Any animal, including a jackal, will not risk wasting physical strength to hunt another seemingly tall "animal" as long as it has food in its mouth. So, the four jackals just grinned at Zhang Fang and made a ho-ho trilling sound in their throats to warn them not to step into their prey grounds and snatch their food.

When ordinary people see such bloody scenes, most of them will have weak legs, vomit, collapse, and may even faint. Fortunately, Zhang Fang's profession gives him the psychological quality and endurance that ordinary people can hardly match. Even so, his nerves were highly tense, his pupils constricted, and the knuckles holding the hilt of his sword turned white. At the moment, the jackals have food, and they may not be able to take care of themselves, but with such a crazy devouring speed, how long can this bit of human and horse bones be held? If they haven't eaten yet......

Gotta leave, no matter what!

Zhang Fang slowly drew half of the sword, his eyes locked in staring at the group of jackals, and he retreated step by step. No matter where you are, whether there is any danger or not, stay away from these jackals, and only then will you have a chance to see the sun tomorrow.

The slanting sun stretched the young man's figure into a slender one, and the group of jackals, who sometimes raised their heads and spit letters, and sometimes lowered their heads to bite, gradually changed from clear to blurred, and disappeared from the pupils......

……

After Zhang Fang's figure disappeared for nearly half an hour, several jackals were eating happily, and suddenly several sharp whistles sounded in the air, and an arrow the thickness of a finger broke through the air. Burst! The beast's blood splattered, and after a terrible howl, there was an additional jackal corpse on the ground.

The remaining jackals roared angrily, but the animal's peculiar sense of danger finally forced them to abandon their food, cling to their short tails and fleeing in a hurry.

What scared the jackal away were more than a dozen men with black cloth heads, brown clothes, narrow pants and bast shoes. The group carried long and short swords, one of them held a horned bow, and the corpse of the jackal on the ground was his masterpiece.

Witnessing the tragic situation at the scene, more than a dozen men did not frown for half a minute, and dispersed very tacitly and searched around. Some inspected vehicles, some inspected corpses, some picked up scattered items, and several people searched carefully following the traces of Zhang Fang rolling down the hill before.

While the men searched around, only two men, one tall and one short, stood still. Among them, the five short and sturdy men with short figures, heads like fences, thick necks, and shy bellies like bulges, were looking up and grinning at the tall and thin man beside them: "Brother Ji Xin, I'm not wrong, this little thing is not difficult for our brothers, and it is clean and neat." ”

The person known as "Drama Xin" is a middle-aged man with thin cheeks, a mustache, and a gloomy face. In this group of people, he was the only one who wore a scarf on his head, a straight and deep coat, and a sword at his waist, and his temperament was incompatible with this group of rough men. He looked up at the steep and steep mountain peaks beside him, his eyes fell, he glanced at the falling rocks all over the ground, his gloomy face showed a smile, and he nodded: "Ambushing the chariots and horses with rocks caused an accident, and it is flawless." Only Xian Zhongkun, who is familiar with the terrain here, can do it, and Ju Xin did not find the wrong person this time. ”

The short man smiled smugly, and was about to speak, but he saw a man with a pinch of black hair on his right cheek, who hurriedly came over, and said with an ugly face: "The royal hand and the attendants are all there, but there is one person missing, and there are footprints showing that he is going north...... The main one ran away. ”

The stout man's smile froze.

Ji Xin's hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened, and Sen Ran forced to look at the sturdy leader: "Jiao Meng, I gave you the weapon, and I also gave it to Qian Gu, I only ask you to handle this matter properly - is this what you call clean and neat?" ”

The short and stout leader was panting, his face was pale, and his eyes bulged out and he roared at more than ten subordinates: "Search for me!" Find it for me! I'm going to dig it out when I go all over the top mountain—"