Looking at the incredible scene in front of him, Meng Ran shook his head and smiled bitterly, and gradually accepted the fact that he had crossed over, after all, in the history of modern medicine, there was indeed no such so-called "primary treatment potion", and there was no such rapid healing effect.

All the wounds on Nishizawa's body recovered, and he was much better in spirit, loading the goods scattered on the ground into the carriage and beckoning Bu Fan to leave this ghost place together.

Obediently climbed into the carriage, Meng Ran sat opposite Lane, and greeted him out of politeness: "Hello Mr. Lane, my name is Meng Ran, thank you very much for taking me." ”

Ryan raised his head slowly, his face mixed with dirt and blood, full of decadence, helplessness on his expression and a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, as if there was something unspeakable.

"Mr. Lane? How can I help? Trying to ask, Meng Ran didn't want to be so bored all the way, he still wanted to know more about this unknown world.

"It's all over, it's all over......" Ryan tightened his mouth and closed his eyes with his hands on his forehead, and could see a trace of tears clearly passing through the corners of his eyes.

Yi Yang scratched his head and looked him up and down, judging from his bloated body and clothes, fabrics and clothes, he seemed to be a businessman, maybe a nobleman? In an era similar to the European Middle Ages, Meng Ran really couldn't think of any identity that could represent a wealthy family.

"My goods...... It's all over! ”

Ryan covered his face, cried slightly, and said the reason intermittently.

It turned out to be goods, isn't it okay if people are fine?

"The goods are gone, I'm messing with it, anyway, my life is still there, there is always a chance." Meng Ran patted him on the shoulder, trying to comfort him.

Ryan wiped away his tears, sniffed, and pointed to a pile of wooden crates, "These are colored porcelain vessels from Tilburlin, each worth 4 gold coins!" The carriage fell and all shattered, and without money, I didn't even have the capital to turn over, what chance was there to speak of......"

Meng Ran followed the direction of his finger and looked at the wooden boxes piled up in the carriage, even sitting under his buttocks, if you calculate carefully, there will be at least a price of hundreds of gold coins.

It's no wonder that Ryan is like this, although he doesn't understand the value of gold coins very well, but looking at his distressed look, he should also understand that these are valuables.

Meng Ran tried to open a wooden box, something strange happened, the wooden box in his hand did not feel the slightest weight, in the process of disassembly, these hands seemed to be deliberately guiding him, it seemed to be extremely skillful, it seemed to be an innate ability.

The wooden box was opened, revealing the broken colored porcelain utensils inside, Yi Yang's attention was attracted by this exquisite vessel, the colorful colors complemented each other to make him feel a little amazing, the undulating arc of the bottle body has a heart-warming curvy beauty, but unfortunately it is broken, like a beautiful and flawless face, there is an extra scar, and it can no longer rise to a pleasing mood.

Picking up a broken piece of porcelain, Yi Yang tried to place it in the broken place, and the moment his fingers touched the vessel, a strange thought subconsciously flashed through his mind.

Hands gently stroked the shattered crack, as if doing so would repair the ugly scar.

Meng Ran shook his head, how could this be possible, he must have liked it too much to think so.

"Huh?"

A smooth touch came from his fingertips across the bottle, Meng Ran's face paused, and he raised his arm to look, the original terrifying crack suddenly disappeared for some reason?

"Ahh

Meng Ran couldn't help but exclaim, attracting Ryan's attention, his eyes gradually moved towards the wooden box, Yi Yang hurriedly closed the wooden box, and naturally put it back into the distance.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I just think it's a pity that these porcelains are broken." Expressing his feelings lightly, Meng Ran lowered his head and ignored Lane's gaze.

Ryan didn't think much of it, still immersed in his sad world.

Meng Ran stared at his hands, and suddenly felt a little unfamiliar, but the familiar lines on the palms and the scars burned by boiling water belonged to the hands in his impression.

There was no system in his head, and he didn't carry any artifacts with him, and after he came to this world, his body just changed drastically.

Like this......

The palm of his hand gradually sank into the closed wooden box at his feet, he could clearly feel the broken utensils inside, and even felt the sharpness of the porcelain pieces, his hand was slightly forced, the wooden box seemed to grow in his hand, and he lifted it easily, without feeling the slightest gravity.

The hand slowly detached from the wooden box, and the pain of being scratched by the porcelain pieces remained on the fingertips, everything seemed so real.

Thinking back to his previous experience, an incredible thought popped into his head.

Did you travel through creative mode? Yi Yang asked himself quietly, very calm and excited.

He knew the answer to the question very well in his heart, but he still asked himself repeatedly, he was a little afraid, afraid that these were illusory, dreams, false visions generated by the subconscious in the depths of his mind, and the seven days and nights of sleepless made him a little unclear about reality and falsehood.

Trying to pinch his arm, feeling a faint pain coming from the surface of the skin, Meng Ran's face showed a bit of morbid enjoyment, it seemed that only in this way could he recognize the reality and feel the most real existence.

The carriage came to a slow stop, and Nishizawa's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Let's all get off, we're in Tren Town."

Through the carriage, you can clearly hear the footsteps of pedestrians on the road, and the crisp sound of the wheels breaking small stones.

Meng Ran lifted the curtain, jumped off the carriage, stepped on the solid granite, and looked curiously at the town in front of him with a European medieval style.

The magnificent Gothic architecture attracted his attention, and he often heard people talk about the architectural characteristics of this style, and the design of the arches and stained glass was unique, no wonder Ryan would bring so many colored porcelain vessels to run around, and people who wanted to come to this world have a unique preference for patterns and colors.

The carriage stopped in an open space, and he followed Nishizawa and Ryan through a long corridor shaped by pointed arches, where three or five people sat around in a spacious tavern, holding the intoxicating aromatic ale from a glassware and talking about what they had heard recently.

Nishizawa brought three glasses of ale wine and beckoned Meng Ran and Ryan to come over, the corner was not as lively as that side, only a few scattered people were drinking stuffy wine.

He took the ale handed by Nishizawa and tasted it carefully, the taste of the ale was slightly bitter, the alcohol concentration was very low, and the taste buds did not feel the slightest spiciness.

A little disappointment flashed in his eyes, he put the ale wine in his hand on the table, and whispered: "It's not bitter, it's not as good as wine......

To be continued