Hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry-

Zhou Qing opened his eyes, his heart was like a slow and clear drum sound, making a knock-knock-knock sound, the feeling of hunger made his whole stomach seem to have a flame burning wildly, he looked around, he seemed to be in a very dimly lit room, he subconsciously walked a few steps, the sound of clanging metal under his feet sounded, and when he looked down carefully, it was countless gold coins and jewels stacked indiscriminately. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He touched his head, feeling himself in a trance, and stumbled a few steps on the ground covered with gold, silver, jewelry, and various treasures, before stepping onto the hard, cold steps.

Walking down the steps slowly, Zhou Qing saw that there was a not very wide blue brick corridor in front of him, the top was arched, and a pair of bronze lampstands were inlaid on the walls on both sides at intervals, and the flames like bean seedlings provided a little light for this windowless room.

He staggered into the corridor, the feeling of hunger made him feel a sense of weakness, cold sweat broke out on his back and head with every step, and he struggled to walk to a wooden door, Zhou Qing pulled the metal knocker on it and wanted to open it.

It's just that whether it is pushing or pulling, the gate does not move at all, hunger and unknown panic make Zhou Qing involuntarily wave his fist, suddenly pound the thick gate, and at the same time let out a hoarse cry for help, the wooden door wrapped in a layer of iron made a dull sound under his hammering, and after a while, he heard a chaotic sound of footsteps at the end of the door, which made him refreshed, and quickly slammed it a few times.

After a while, the sound of chains sliding sounded at the other end of the door, and after a while, the closed door slowly opened, Zhou Qing subconsciously took a step back, and as the crack in the door gradually widened, he saw a group of samurai long swords wearing similar to the Western medieval full-body armor unsheathed, pointing at themselves, through their face armor, a pair of surprised and wary eyes stared at themselves, in addition, there seemed to be some subtle weirdness in everyone's expressions.

A breeze blew into the room, Zhou Qing only felt a chill on his body, and when he looked down, he was actually naked, and a majestic bird was still swaying a few times in the breeze.

With a strange scream, Zhou Qing covered his bird, and at this moment he felt that his head seemed to be more trance-like.

A large piece of roasted venison, slightly browned, a coarse, hard whole wheat loaf, a strange pea soup in a stoneware bowl, a chunked and coated apple, and a large glass of wheat-scented beer.

Zhou Qing ate all these things in ten minutes, and even the bread crumbs on the plate were licked into his mouth at all, and then he looked at the group of medieval warriors in front of him with a somewhat dull and wandering gaze.

A middle-aged man with chestnut hair seemed to be the leader, and after saying a few words that he didn't understand at all, another young man who was much younger glared at Zhou Qing and turned around and walked out of the room.

At this moment, Zhou Qing was wearing a gray coarse linen shirt and trousers, although it didn't fit very well, but it was much better than the embarrassing scene when he had just met everyone honestly.

Although the language barrier was incomprehensible, after inspecting the room that Zhou Qing had walked out of, the group took out a bunch of broken eggshells, and then began to discuss them in a rambling manner, until he slapped the table and made some gestures and movements to continue eating, and then they stopped talking for a while.

After a while, the young man who had just gone out returned to the room, holding a tray with a few pieces of bread piled up like a hill and steaming pea soup on it, rolling his eyes with reluctance on his face, and handed the food to Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing was not polite, the feeling of hunger at this time was not as strong as it was at the beginning, he picked up a piece of bread and ate it slowly, but his mind had already begun to run rapidly.

As soon as he got dressed, he was surprised to find that his body seemed to have become strong and tall, not only did his originally bloated and slightly chubby body shape become muscular, but also there was not a single scar left on his body.

Although his mind was in a daze before, Zhou Qing still remembered that before he lost consciousness, those almost endless groups of skeletons left an unknown number of wounds on his body, and even if he was lucky enough to survive, there was no scar on his body, which was too unbelievable.

At this moment, these people around me seem to be similar to Westerners, with all kinds of hair and eye colors, and their dress is obviously similar to that of the medieval era, some wear fine linen robes, some wear exquisite armor, but their language is obviously not English or French, and they cannot understand it at all.

Slashed by the skeletons, then unconscious, waking up naked and sleeping naked in a completely unfamiliar room with all kinds of gold, silver and jewelry, and then a group of retro Westerners who don't understand the language hold a pile of broken eggshells, a little awe and a little wary of their attitude.

Zhou Qing had a flash of inspiration in his mind - could it be that he was seriously injured and near death by the skeletons, and then for some reason, such as the oval crystal he had touched, he entered a huge egg, which was discovered by this group of humans, thinking that it was a treasure, so it was placed in the secret room with various gold and silver treasures. I don't know how long it took for my injuries to heal, and I unconsciously broke the eggshell, and then I became what I am now, if that's the case, everything can be explained.

Zhou Qing smiled in his heart, and suddenly a sense of pride welled up in his heart, however, in the next second, he found that even if the reasoning was successful, this conclusion did not seem to be of much help to his current state, pouted, and became a detective or something, or throw it aside first, what he wants to know most now is how long it has been since he lost consciousness, and where he is at this moment.

After eating and drinking, Zhou Qing began a difficult and long communication process, although this group of humans did not understand the language, but the usual living habits and themselves were not too incomprehensible, which was much easier to get along with than those monsters who were not a race at all. In the bumpy gesture, Zhou Qing finally learned the meaning of some of their simple and commonly used words, just when there were some eyebrows, suddenly there was a loud bell with an urgent frequency outside, these people suddenly exclaimed, two young people who looked like attendants quickly put on battle uniforms, chain mail, overshirts, helmets, etc., for the leader, and then a group of people rushed out of the room, only the other two attendants with nailhead sticks guarded themselves expressionlessly.

Zhou Qing gestured to the two attendants again, but they didn't react at all, just blocking the door like a door god on the left and right, holding the nail stick in both hands, staring at him intently.