It's dusk.

On the horizon were large fiery clouds, as if rendered by blood.

Jiang Wuche looked around.

It's a quiet neighborhood, and looking at the architecture, it's supposed to be nineteenth-century America.

The air was humid, and a heavy rain had just fallen, completely washing away the surrounding buildings and ground.

Living in an era where casual and accidental burps are possible, Jiang Wuche, a sloppy and outdated dead house for 10,000 years, has finally caught up with the trend and crossed over!

It's just that after he crossed over, neither his sister and maid cried in front of his hospital bed with a handful of snot and tears - so he had to pretend to be amnesiac to tell him the setting of this world, and he didn't meet the old man in the ring for the time being.

Maybe he's no longer the protagonist of the classic time-travel.

It stands to reason that a person who suddenly came to such a strange place should feel very frightened.

But Jiang Wuche remembered that he had no other advantages except for good kidneys, long legs, and good looks, and he instantly calmed down.

At this time in history, there were no strange things like immortals jumping and digging out kidneys.

As long as you take it according to history, except for the fact that it is more chaotic in time for the Civil War, there are no messy demons and monsters, and his personal safety is still a little guaranteed.

Then, Jiang, who "has a guarantee of life safety", began to wander around blindly with nothing to do.

It's just that no matter what angle you look at it, there's a weird feeling here.

It stands to reason that there are such obvious traces of human habitation, and there should be a few people who can be seen on the street.

But Jiang Wuche didn't say it was a human, and he didn't even see a dog.

He suddenly had a very bad premonition.

It's not going to be a ghost, is it?

A gust of wind rushed up from behind him and went straight into his spine, inexplicably creepy.

He felt someone behind him, and the footsteps were soft, almost in sync with him.

He's a master.

"Huh......" he pretended to be calm and let out a long sigh of relief, stopped, turned around, and pretended to be profound, "Is it interesting for you to follow me like this?" ”

Standing not far behind him was a lady, so beautiful that she was a little jealous.

After hearing his words, she paused visibly, and then looked at him very calmly.

The eyes of the two accidentally met in embarrassment, and immediately and very quickly dodged away.

She was tall, slender, with elaborate makeup on her face and beautiful waist-length wavy hair. Wearing a linen high-necked long dress, revealing a pair of delicate ankles and a pair of black low-top canvas shoes.

Scumbag big waves.

Jiang Wuche is fascinated by aesthetics, but obviously, it is not good for this mouthful. After silently complaining in his heart, he observed the other party without changing his face.

Most of the people dressed like this are relatively wealthy middle-class, with easy jobs, stable incomes, and both parents, and they don't have to worry about all kinds of miscellaneous things.

It's hard to be a single nobleman based on strength.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. She apologized, unhurried.

The slender eyebrows, slightly raised, have a different style, which is particularly attractive.

Jiang Wuche looked at her, frowning slightly.

"Any questions?" The woman blinked her eyes, and her fan-like eyelashes fluttered twice. There was a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth, and she was discharging electricity all the time.