I was in a small northeastern bathhouse that I had never seen before, and the hot tub was hot water, steaming, and there was no one around, and I was the only one.

I got up from the ground and touched the back of my head, my teeth were in pain, it was the part where Cao Yuan smashed with the wine bottle. It seems that everything is real, but what is this place?

I suddenly felt that things were a little strange, and regardless of the fact that Cao Yuan was a bit contrary to common sense when he started beating me, I would like to tell me how I appeared in this bathhouse. First of all, it can be determined that this small bathhouse is not designated on the mountain of the forest farm, and it is not possible to transport such a big living person as me to the bottom of the mountain while he is unconscious. Even if Cao Yuan wanted to play a prank, Hu Touer and Lao Zhang would not agree, and the whole thing was completely unreasonable.

But here I am.

I recalled waking up from a nightmare last night, I sneaked out and saw Hu Tou'er wiping a gun, Lao Zhang worshipping the moon with Dasha, and Cao Yuan and the little chef conspiring to play a prank...... The whole thing is so ethereal and unreal, and when I recall it at this moment, it is similar to what happened in my previous life.

I walked around the small bathhouse and found no doors, only two frosted windows, which I couldn't see clearly and blurred. I tried to open the window, and the plugs were so fucking rusty.

I felt that it was very strange here, it was a hot pool, and it was heated, but it was not hot, not only was it not hot, but it could feel the slightest cold. I was wearing a padded jacket and fully armed, and my teeth were shivering and shivering from the cold.

I went to the hot tub and put my hand in the water. Good fellow, the water is like the water that comes out of the ice cellar, and the fingertips are numb. Strangely, the surface of the water was steaming thickly.

The hot tub is dark green in color and is an alluring color. I stared at the water and felt a strong urge to take off all my clothes and take a dip here.

In a trance, I had a delusion, and began to question the cold feeling just now, maybe the water here was originally hot, and the problem was me.

It was getting colder and colder in the bathhouse, and I shivered from the cold and hugged my shoulders. Looking at the hot tub, the urge grew stronger and stronger, and I couldn't control myself anymore and began to unbutton my clothes.

Half of it was solved, and out of nowhere, a cold wind blew into my arms, making me shiver from the cold.

At this time, I suddenly saw a mirror hanging on the wall. The mirror is round, the size of a basin, I don't know if it appeared out of nowhere, or if it has been there for a long time I didn't notice.

My mind was already wooden, I couldn't think about problems, and subconsciously walked over to the mirror.

I was startled by the figure in the mirror, and I barely knew the people inside. In the mirror, my face was covered in bruises, my eyes were swollen, my face was red, and a stone wall full of stones was revealed at the back of my head. I subconsciously looked back, and at the moment I saw that behind me was a bathhouse wall covered with white tiles, not a stone wall. Why is the scene reflected in the mirror different from reality?

I'm a little scared, this place is just weird.

I shivered and walked towards the hot tub, my vision blurred, and then I had a thought, stripped naked, and went into the hot tub, where it was warm and insulated from the cold.

When I came to the pool, I undressed in a daze, and when I was halfway through it, suddenly a very hollow voice sounded in the bathhouse: Little Golden Boy.

I shuddered, and when I looked back, the bathhouse was empty, empty, and the sound sounded like it was high up on the ceiling.

I recognized whose voice it was, it looked like it was coming from Cheng Hai. Cheng Hai is my guardian sect leader, and his voice has made me sober up a bit.

While I was hesitating, two extremely thick black shadows suddenly appeared outside the frosted window. The dark shadow clings to the surface of the window, looking like a person.

I swept around the bathhouse, and there was an iron bucket with water in the corner. I flew up and kicked it so hard that the bucket fell to the ground and all the water spilled out. Emptying the water, I went to the window with the bucket, held it high, and slammed it against the window.

The window looks very hard, but in fact it is almost like papier-mâché, and it shatters in response. It didn't matter, the cold wind outside blew in, I hugged my shoulders and gritted my teeth, and finally saw what the dark shadow was outside.

Outside the window stood two old ladies, dressed in black cotton jackets, with gray hair, slumped bodies, and gloomy faces. Their faces are wrinkled and shaped like walnuts, and their eyes are cloudy, and their complexion is also pale, not the skin color of normal people.

They stared at me through the broken window, with the inky darkness behind them, a strong sense of déjà vu that resembled a posthumous photo.

My frightened legs were limp, and my brain was buzzing. I couldn't move, and the two old ladies didn't move, so we just looked at each other through the window.

At some point, I passed out.

When I woke up, I was lying on a bench with heavy snowfall. I shuddered, sat up, and found that it was an old-fashioned train station.

The parking shed was all made of wood, painted with red and green paint, and it was close to dusk at the moment, the sky was dark, and there were some people at the station, all dressed in old-fashioned clothes, probably like they looked like before liberation.

I sat on the bench, rubbing my head, and for a long time I couldn't figure out how I got to this place. Suddenly, a whistle sounded, and a black train came in the distance, coming like a long dragon, with white mist spraying from the front of the car.

As the car entered the station, the sound of neat footsteps sounded on the platform, and everyone stopped and turned their heads to look over. On the other side of the platform, a team drove over, a water of yellow military uniform with pointed bayonets, and big boots stepping on the road of bluestone slabs, "praise and praise".

The team approached, forming a cordon and keeping all passengers out of the security line.

I sat there in a daze and didn't walk in time, and I was kicked by a soldier, and I was about to stare when he raised his bayonet and let out a "goga".

I was shocked and secretly complained, how did I say this, what age is this, and why are the Japanese devils coming out.

I was driven out of the blockade by the Japanese soldiers. It was crowded with passengers, all of them complaining, they were all going to catch the train, and this must be a mistake.

Standing next to me was an old guest in a black jacket, who spoke with a mouth full of bud rice stubble, and seemed to be from the Northeast. I whispered, "What's going on, old man?" ”

The old guest scolded with his hands in his hands: "These kings are fucking, looking at this posture, it seems that they are going to welcome some big shots." ”

"What is this place?" I hurriedly asked.

The old guest glanced at me, his eyes full of suspicion: "This is Fengtianfu, what's wrong with you, where are you?" ”

I shuddered, how did this come to Shenyang. I didn't dare to speak, and watched silently, and the train finally entered the station and stopped.

The car door opened, and the Japanese soldiers came down, and then there were many Japanese in costumes, both men and women, all dressed neatly, and at first glance they looked like high-class figures in society.

When these people were finished, the blockade line of the Japanese soldiers did not let go, as if they were still waiting for someone.

There were snowflakes in the sky, and people were surging on the platform, but they were all silent, and the heavy snow was falling quietly, which had a strange and strange beauty.

At this time, three people got out of the car. These three people, two men and one woman, look very strange, and they are actually wearing traditional Japanese clothes on such a cold day. The women wear kimonos, and the men wear what they wear, which is a bit like Abe's eyes in the manga.

The people around me whispered, and I wondered, "Could it be an onmyoji?" ”

Someone in the back spoke: "What is Onmyoji?" ”

I looked back and there stood behind me a man with a blurred face, wearing a top hat with a low brim, and for some reason, I thought he was familiar.

"Onmyoji is the Japanese god of jumping." I say.

The man nodded.

I saw that these three onmyoji were directing the Japanese soldiers to take something from the train, which was an iron box, very heavy and locked.

Several Japanese soldiers escorted the tin box and walked away with the three onmyoji. The rest of the soldiers relined and withdrew.

When they were gone, all the people breathed a sigh of relief, I wiped the white sweat on my head, the Japanese, especially the Japanese soldiers, have an indescribable aura, which I usually can't feel when watching TV, but now that I'm close, I feel extremely obvious, it's a feeling that I can't breathe.

I was pondering how to get out of here, when the man in the top hat grabbed me by the arm and whispered, "Follow those Japanese soldiers and see where the things go." ”

"Who are you?" I frowned.

The man slowly took off his top hat, revealing a face underneath. He was a man of thirty-five or sixteen years old, very thin, I am sure I had never seen him, but I had a strong feeling, and I seemed to have seen him there, very familiar, who was.

"Your name is Feng Ziwang." He said.

I was stunned: "You know me." ”

The man nodded, his expression was like a vulture with a gloomy skull: "The surname is Feng, for the sake of Cheng Hai's face, I can not pursue you, but you have to do something for me." ”

"What are you talking about?" I don't understand a word.

The man didn't explain too much: "You help me steal the tin box in the hands of the Japanese, and I want the contents inside." ”

I laughed and said, "How is it possible, you might as well let me go out of the solar system to pick the stars." ”

The man said gloomily: "You can not go, but even if we have a feud, as long as you stand up in the future, I will become a mortal enemy with you!" I'll turn your hall into a dead hall of disaster! None of the people who watched the matter on you ended well, I let you end up in a lawsuit with money, hardship, and imprisonment, and you can't turn over for the rest of your life, and life is better than death! ”

"Damn, big brother," I was anxious: "Where did we get such a big feud, you want to hurt me like this." ”