"Mung bean cake, mung bean cake, fragrant and sweet mung bean cake, delicious and inexpensive! Two pennies, don't miss it when you pass by~"

"Little wonton, fresh meat little wonton! The skin is thin and filling, and a bowl of five cents is ......"

"Big buns, thin skin and a lot of filling, one has enough strength after eating, come and le~"

……

With all kinds of shouts, Wei Fang felt a kind of alienation for a moment. He doesn't know where he is? He remembered that he had been caught by two tomb robbers and went down to the tomb of the mighty tiger general together.

This accent? Sound familiar?

His head seemed to have been split in half by an axe, and he tried to clench his fist with his hand, but he couldn't do it. What made him most uncomfortable was his stomach, as if there was a fire burning in his stomach, and the feeling of hunger was like a big hand, clutching his stomach fiercely.

There is a sense of shaky shaking all around you, and you seem to be moving?

He opened his eyelids slightly, only to see two unkempt men, who struggled to scream, but one of them quickly covered his mouth.

Can only be issued: "Woo woo......"

His eyes widened, and he didn't have the strength to break free.

The man with a fat figure leaned into Wei Fang's ear and whispered, "Don't speak, it's me." ”

The voice...... White Fat Man...... That damn grave robber......

He carefully identified it, although the person in front of him was embarrassed, and his face was smeared with black pot ashes and other things, but the cunning fox-like eyes, as well as the disguised Maitreya Buddha and kindness, could not be faked.

If he was a white fat man, then the person next to him ......

Noticing Wei Fang's gaze, Biao Ye glanced at him with a cold face, which was regarded as a greeting.

“…… I ......"

The white fat man let go of the hand covering his mouth, and Wei Fang was about to speak, but was covered by that hand again.

I saw the white fat man staring at him, put his index finger to his lips, and warned again: "Be quiet." His eyes were looking out: "Don't get their attention!" ”

Wei Fang noticed that there was some backlash behind him, he touched it back, and when he put it in front of him, it turned out to be a small handful of withered yellow thatch. He remembered the shouting that had been ringing in his ears all along, and the accents of those people spoke in a dialect peculiar to the people of their Modri area, but it seemed to be a little different.

If you really want to talk about it, the accent of talking to his second uncle is somewhat similar. That's the tone of the older generation, young people go to school, advocate the use of a unified Chinese, and have less time to go home. Therefore, Wei Fang himself can't speak this kind of dialect with a strong local taste, and he can only understand eighty percent.

Above his head was a cramped plank, and he sat up with his elbows propped himself up; The walls were made of identical planks, and the sitting quarters were laid with thatch; The small windows on the left and right sides are blocked by a plain blue cloth. The eyes of the outside world could not penetrate the plank, and he gently opened the corner of the curtain, revealing a small bright corner.

The white fat man didn't stop Wei Flai's movements, he felt that Wei Flail needed to recognize their current situation, otherwise it would become a drag on them.

Bi Qisi sent him the latest instructions, telling him and Biao Ye to bring Wei Flails with them.

What he's going through now can shake off the jaws of a group of archaeologists and scientists studying quantum physics. Time is irreversible according to the law of entropy increase, and time travel can only exist in soft science fiction literature and film and television works, but this kind of incredible thing, he and Biao Ye just experienced it not long ago.

The time and space in which they live have undergone earth-shaking changes. Based on the clothes worn by the people outside, as well as the shape of the utensils they sold, he could basically deduce that they had returned to the era when the Great General Weihu lived hundreds of years ago.

Satellite-backed cell phone signals appear to be none, knowing that he doesn't just have a regular smartphone in his hand. There are also state-of-the-art satellite mobile phones, which can search for signals as long as they are still on tapir planet. However, the phone also became electronic waste.

What does this mean - the place where they are now is not a tapir - they are not in modern times.

The white fat man had never encountered such a thing in his life, and after he and Biao Ye woke up, the tomb was gone. All three of them were lying in the wilderness, and he heard the wolf howl, but luckily, the backpack was still by their side.

On the outskirts of modern cities, birds don't even want to nest there, and wolves have been extinct for almost 50 years.

A simple carriage happened to pass by, and the white fat man discussed it with Biao Ye, and stopped the carriage together.

The driver of the carriage was a swarthy old man, with yellow teeth and pockmarked on half of his face.

And he saw two men of great height jumping out of the roadside, and with a grunt in his heart, he threw his whip on the ground.

He didn't dare to raise his head and shouted: "The good man spares his life, the old man is a pariah, and there are not a few coppers on his body, please raise your noble hand!" ”

Although the white fat man is not from Modri City, he has traveled south and north for many years, and he knows more or less local dialect in various places. He shouted in the local dialect of a coachman: "Less nonsense! If you want to live, you have to know each other, don't play any tricks, I ask you to answer, but if you have half a lie......"

The white fat man stared at the old man on the ground with a fierce expression, and although the driver didn't see the white fat man's eyes, he still shuddered.

"A good man spares his life, a good man spares his life, I have eaten bear heart and leopard gall, and I don't dare to deceive the two strong men."

Biao Ye kicked the driver and said, "Stand up." ”

The coachman is still afraid, how can he stand up? He was afraid that as soon as he stood up, it would be a bright knife that would slash his neck.

Thinking of the size of the family, his legs trembled even more.

"I say, get up!"

Biao Ye kicked the coachman again in dissatisfaction, and seeing that he was still that weak chicken, he lost patience and said: "If you don't get up again, I'll cut off your ears and drink!" ”

"Don't, don't! Old man, I'll get up, I'll get up, I'll get up......" When he looked up, he found that the clothes of the people in front of him were unheard of, and they were somewhat similar to those "monsters" who ate people in foreign countries. However, the faces of both of them are from the state, and looking at their neat clothes and red faces, they know that they are from rich and noble families.

He expected that these two masters must be the sons and daughters of a wealthy family, and they would pretend to be strongmen outside the city and make fun of them. Thinking about it like this, the color of fear dissipated a lot, and he gradually regained his composure.

The coachman said with a flattering face: "Two masters, please say something about the two of you." ”

The white fat man didn't know what was going on, and the coachman had changed a little, but he thought deeply, and he was eager to figure out the current situation.

"I ask you, what is this place? Do you know how to get around the city of Modri? ”

"Back to the two uncles, this is the outskirts of Jian'an City, and the old man is a vegetable farmer in the city, and he is preparing to transport some vegetables and melons into the city to sell. Just this city of Modri...... The old man has never heard of it, and he can't help the two uncles. ”

Although he had expected it, the white fat man still didn't believe it.

"I ask you, what is the current era name?"

The groom said a little strangely: "Seven years of pacification." "As long as it is the people of the Xi Dynasty, they all know that the current saint has set the name of the year to pacify, and the general of Weihu has pacified the Quartet, and the new emperor has been in office for exactly seven years.

But when I thought that the two gentlemen didn't learn and didn't know how to deliberately use him to have fun, I immediately felt relieved.

The white fat man's heart fluctuated, and Rao was as determined as he was, and he couldn't help but have a momentary sway.

I didn't expect to really come to the Xi Dynasty where General Weihu was, the seventh year of the Xi Dynasty, if he remembered correctly, it was the year when the emperor took back his military power from General Weihu.

Looking at the coachman in a blink of an eye, the white fat man had some ill intentions.

"Hey, you, get out of the way, you carriage, we use it."

Biao Ye had no intention of stopping it, he had experienced those more magical and mysterious things. He didn't feel that he had encountered such a thing as time travel, and it was more likely that he had encountered a mysterious and unpredictable secret realm.

The old professor, who was very knowledgeable, told them that the secret realm was a kind of thing that seemed to be real but not illusory, and the people seen in it were neither dead nor alive. According to his understanding, these real-looking people are like an image. He can be cruel to all living people, and he cannot be expected to have compassion for these false people.

The white fat man saw that the coachman was a greedy person who was afraid of death, but he didn't expect to hear that the white fat man and Biao Ye were going to rob their carriage. The coachman pounced desperately, and the fat white man did not notice for a while, and was actually thrown to the ground by this pounce.

It wasn't until he got in close contact with the coachman that he realized that something was wrong with the old man. He has a huge problem, and he is a person who has been struggling on the line of life and death all year round, and he is not as strong as this old and frail bad old man. In addition, he slammed the coachman's back with his elbow, and a normal person could not bear such pain and could not help but let go of his hand, but the old man was unconscious, and reached out to pinch his neck.

Biao Ye originally wanted to stand aside and watch the play, in his opinion, in contrast to the body shape of the white fat man and the old man of the coachman, the old man was not the opponent of the white fat man. It's a pity that the situation changed too quickly, and he didn't expect this old man's reaction to be so strong, for a carriage, regardless of his own life, to kill the white fat man?

He showed a sapper shovel and poked it down with all his might, and the sharp blade cut into the old man's spine like cutting tofu. In this ancient world, even the reincarnation of the medical saint could not cure the person who had cut off the spine, and the dense nerves could not be reconnected by backward ancient medical techniques.

Biao Ye still has a hand in this shovel, and this old man doesn't look like he has been alive for a few years. At most, he paralyzed the lower half of his body, and spent the rest of his days in bed, not enough to kill him.

It's a pity that the old man has completely lost his mind, and his two thin hands are still pinching the white fat man's neck. Due to the lack of oxygen, the white fat man had begun to roll his eyes, and he reached out to break the old man's hand and became weak.

No way!

Biao Ye's understanding of the structure of the human body can definitely be called an expert. He is like a skilled butcher, but the object of slaughter is called human. In his reckoning, cutting off the old man's spine, he would immediately let go of the hand holding the fat white man like a dead chrome.

But......

Biao Ye subconsciously took a step back, and the old man's head glanced at him, his eyes were all whites, and there were no black pupils.

This angle......