In a daze, Zhang Fan gradually gained a trace of consciousness. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I... Am I not dead?"

The smell of disinfectant water, the ward, the doctor with a flat look, the young nurse who is young and flustered... The scenes before dying come to mind.

"I'm still alive?!"

Zhang Fan felt a wave of ecstasy in his heart, no matter why, no matter what happened, as long as he lived, he was worth being happy.

The eyelids were a little heavy, and the body seemed to be filled with lead water. Zhang Fan could only lie quietly and wait for his body to recover.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Fan opened his eyes.

The pupils contracted back and forth several times before their eyes slowly converged.

His eyes moved, and the scene in front of Zhang Fan's eyes gradually became clear.

The tables and chairs are a little simple, and the bed boards are also hard, at least the soreness that comes from between the muscles and bones tells Zhang Fan that this is definitely not a comfortable Simmons.

Propping himself up, Zhang Fan's gaze couldn't help but fall on the ground and the wall.

Compact, but not very smooth dirt floor. The walls are not very well sealed log stakes, and the roof is a little leaky.

I moved my arms, and the linen clothes on my body were a little scratchy, and there were a lot of burrs rolled up on it.

Zhang Fan was so stunned that he fiddled with his clothes, his eyes constantly wandering around the room.

Fear, helplessness, panic .. These negative emotions hit Zhang Fan's reason like a tide.

One moment Zhang Fan was still a dying man, and the next moment he came to this strange place.

"Crossing the soul or not."

One question after another, one exclamation point after another kept popping up in Zhang Fan's mind.

After half an hour, Zhang Fan's mood calmed down.

Slowly stretching his body, his stiff limbs finally gained some strength.

After checking the furnishings and things in the room, Zhang Fan came to a conclusion.

"It's certainly not modern, it's not even Chinese civilization. ”

Clay pots, knives and forks, bacon and hard brown bread... These things are very reminiscent of the United States during the Black Slave era.

"Have you traveled back to America in the fifties and sixties?"

Zhang Fan muttered, he wasn't quite sure where he had come.

After pondering for a long time, Zhang Fan still decided to go out and have a look, a simple wooden house really can't provide enough verification conditions.

Pulling out the deadbolt of the somewhat astringent door, Zhang Fan gently opened the wooden door.

The bright sunlight fluttered towards Zhang Fan like a butterfly, and he could only squint his eyes slightly and quietly look around.

There should be a small fence outside the hut, but all that remains are the traces of the fence being demolished and some small dirt pits that have not yet been filled.

I don't know whose little hen is "clucking" in the soil in front of the door, and some dirty black water meanders through, exuding a sour smell.

Zhang Fan's cabin is located on the edge of the town, and to the east, you can see a crowded living area that looks like a beehive. In the center of the town are neat shops and a few markets, which seem to be managed with care.

Zhang Fan just groped little by little, trying to communicate with the people around him.

Not the United States, not any country or age on earth.

This is the conclusion that Zhang Fan came to that this place is basically yellow people, although they use tools such as knives and forks and some crockpots, which are very similar to the United States in the fifties and sixties, but they fundamentally belong to two worlds.

Most importantly, Zhang Fan learned that there are extraordinary powers in this world that surpass normal human beings.

It's a pity that ordinary human beings have limited understanding of this aspect, and Zhang Fan can only roughly know that this kind of power is very distant for the poor.

Zhang Fan's body is very young, probably only about seventeen years old.

Growing up in the town, because there is no relationship with relatives, there is no need for Zhang Fan to pretend to have amnesia.

He has a very hard, but relatively stable job. That is, under the management of the town officer, some basic maintenance and repairs of the town were carried out.

In fact, most of the work is hard work, but it is good to have a job that can make a living, how can there be room for choice?

More than ten days have passed, Zhang Fan has worked hard, worked hard to adapt, and worked hard to learn the basic knowledge here.

"Be careful, break the flower pot, go get twenty whips yourself!"

The town clerk had a dark face and looked at the busy Gu workers back and forth. These lazy guys have to use whips to work.

"This magic festival is very lively, I heard that you can even see magic weapons!"

"Be careful, let the town clerk see you chatting, watch out for the ass blossoms!"

The discussion of the companions around him made Zhang Fan's eyes light up slightly.

After coming here for more than ten days, Zhang Fan has always been very curious about that mysterious magic weapon. The existence of this extraordinary power affects the situation of almost the entire continent.

As a time-traveler, Zhang Fan felt that he had to see what was going on with those magic weapons.

At the end of the day's work, Zhang Fan simply ate something and fell asleep. Every day's work schedule is very full, because in half a month, it will be the annual magic festival.

The whole town is preparing for that day, and the festive atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger. Similarly, Zhang Fan, as a town's Gu Gong, has an increasing workload.

Half a month later, the whole town was almost completely new.

Clusters of flowers, illuminated roads, and people dressed in new clothes and jewelry.

People took to the streets to celebrate the magical festival.

Even the town care workers, who have been busy, are allowed to take a day off, and it is a very rare paid leave.

After changing his clothes and tidying up his appearance, Zhang Fan opened the door and walked out.

The streets were almost crowded with people, crowded with undisguised smiles on their faces.

Zhang Fan was a little uncomfortable with this kind of excitement at first, but he was soon infected by the crowd, and the whole person relaxed.

Waving your arms and shouting, laughing out loud..

It was fast approaching evening, and the orange sun was cloaking the town in a cloak that didn't dampen the joy and celebration of the magical festival.

Zhang Fan held a pancake in his hand and squeezed it into the crowd with all his might.

The highlight of the magic festival is coming, and Zhang Fan has been waiting for a month in order to see what is going on.

"Haven't you come yet?!"

"Don't squeeze it! Be careful!"

Chaotic crowds gather on both sides of the street, leaving only limited space for the performers.

Soon at the front of the street, there was a sudden uproar from the crowd, and the whole festival atmosphere suddenly reached its peak.

"It's coming!!"

"Wow!That's amazing!!"

The atmosphere of the crowd was mobilized, and everyone surged and screamed like a tidal wave.

Zhang Fan couldn't squeeze his body, and could only look at the end of the street expectantly.