Evening.

Seven 05 a.m.

Yang Fang was tired and returned home, still unable to calm down in his mind, frowning tightly, thinking about the scene during the day.

How could there be such a coincidence?

The patient said with a frightened face that he would cross over and die.

As a result, in less than twenty minutes, he was actually dead?

Could it be that there are really people in this world who can cross over?

Yang Fang couldn't help but shake his head slightly, opened the door, walked into the house, changed his shoes, took off his clothes, and prepared to take a shower to remove his musty.

At this moment, he frowned, and suddenly felt a tingling pain in his left wrist.

It was like being burned by flames, and it was unbearable.

He immediately looked at his wrist, his pupils shrunk slightly, revealing a look of surprise, as if he couldn't believe it.

0 days, 0 hours, 9 minutes, 58 seconds.

57 seconds.

56 seconds.

...

A line of strange handwriting with a bright black color appeared in front of his eyes.

Yang Fang's heart directly set off a monstrous wave.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, only to find that it was not an illusion at all.

He rubbed the line of numbers on his arm vigorously, only to find that the numbers seemed to blend in with his skin.

No matter how you rub it, the numbers are still counting down automatically.

Bursts of burning pain kept coming.

"Crossing..."

Yang Anxin's head sank, and he thought of Zheng Fanghua's words before.

Is what he said true?

Yang put down his consciousness and wanted to call the police, but suddenly moved.

Even if they call the police, how can the police trust themselves?

This line of numbers should only be visible to you.

At least the numbers on Zheng Fanghua's body are like this.

So if the police can't see these numbers, no matter how much they explain it, it's completely useless, and they will treat it as a psychopath.

Yang thought about it with confidence, suddenly reacted, quickly put on his clothes, walked into the kitchen, grabbed a frying pan, seemed to feel that it was not safe, and pinned the fruit knife and kitchen knife to his waist.

After doing all this, he walked to the couch on the side, lay down quietly, and waited for the mutation to come.

If you can really cross it, most of it will also be soul piercing.

Because Zheng Fanghua's corpse is proof!

But whether it was soul piercing or not, he had to try it.

What if you can really bring the things around you with you when you cross over?

According to Zheng Fanghua, that world is full of dangers, and if you can be unprepared, even if you pass, it will be a dead end.

The more Yang Fang thought about it, the more he felt uneasy.

Why didn't I believe Zheng Fanghua before?

Anyway, I have to ask him more about the specific background of that world!

The countdown on his arm is like a bell that sounds like a dying bell.

Every time he beats, Yang Fang's heartbeat trembles.

Time passed bit by bit.

Yang Fang gradually felt that it became difficult to breathe, his eyes were slowly blurred and blackened, and his body seemed to have fallen into a black sea, which was pitch black and endless, and he could not see the slightest light, as if he was about to sink forever.

I don't know how long it has been.

A bright light gradually appeared in Yang Fang's eyes, and his breathing became smooth again.

He opened his eyes, gasped for air, as if he had been suffocated for a long time, and sat up from the bed abruptly.

"It's!"

He looked shocked and looked at his surroundings.

Really crossed?

No longer in your own home.

A low oil lamp flickered faintly, dimly and somewhat oppressively.

The room was low, cramped, and humid, and the air smelled of mold and a faint rancid smell.

The walls were all made of thick mud, a bed was made of simple wooden planks, the room was filled with the pungent smell of urine, a night pot was placed not far away, and a simple washbasin-like thing.

It looks shabby and shabby.

The clothes on his body are no longer modern clothes, but have become the kind of clothes worn by the little guys in ancient times, and there are several patches on them.

Yang Fang pinched his thigh vigorously.

Pain is abnormal.

Not a dream.

With a shocked look on his face, he got up from the bed and quickly touched his waist.

Fruit knives, kitchen knives, and pans didn't follow.

He suddenly looked at his arm again.

The countdown on the left arm is also completely gone.

The skin is rough, thin, and dark, as if it is malnourished all year round, and it looks like it is constantly exposed to the wind and sun.

He picked up the oil lamp and went to a water tank in the room.

The face in the water tank is unusually thin, with an ancient hairstyle and a wooden hairpin tied on the head, but looking at the face, it is indeed exactly the same as before.

The only difference is that this facial features are a little dark and a little thin.

"The faces are the same, and the height is about the same..."

Yang Fang muttered to himself.

Is this a world with an ancient background?

He walked around the room, struggling to recall information about the world.

But I found that the pain in my mind was abnormal, like a knife twisting.

Fragmentary information began to come.

The place is called the Black Iron Settlement, which is extremely large, densely populated, surrounded by miasma, dense forests, and extremely dangerous.

But at the same time, the settlement is not safe, and all kinds of corpses can be seen on the roadside every day.

The original owner's name is also Yang Fang, who is a coolie at the Fuyun Wharf, ten cents a day, and the day is not safe...

Memories kept pouring into Yang Fang's mind.

Suddenly, Yang Fang showed surprise and captured a memory fragment.

"Evil?"

Evil is going on in the settlement these two days?

Someone dies mysteriously every night?

He subconsciously tightened all over his body, his hairs stood on end, and he felt uncomfortable all over his body.

Don't you know that the world you travel through is the same world as Zheng Fanghua?

Are there any other earthlings besides yourself?

Countless thoughts crossed his mind, and he came to the closed wooden door, his eyes looking out along the crack in the door.

It's pitch black.

I can't see my fingers.

It was late at night, Siye was quiet, and the needle drop could be heard.

But as soon as he thought of the recent trouble, Yang Fang's hair rubbed and he couldn't help but retreat backwards.

"What the hell is this world?"

He walked back and forth in the room.

Will I be able to go back again?

How did Zheng Fanghua go back?

When he was worried, suddenly, the light in front of him was distorted and mysterious.

A shallow curtain of light emerged.

Name: Yang Fang

Lifespan: 21/32 years

Repair: Not in product (20/30)

Mental Method: Introduction to Yang Yan Decision (6/100)

Martial Arts: Thirteen Swords of the Wind (18/100)

Qualification: Awful (1/5)

...

Panel?

A message quickly came to mind.

"This is a proficiency panel, you can increase your proficiency just by practicing martial arts, and every time your proficiency increases, your martial arts will advance a little?"

Yang Fang showed a different color.

Soon, bits and pieces of information about Yang Yanduel and the Thirteen Swords of the Wind began to appear in his mind.

Although the names of the two exercises are domineering, they are the largest and most common exercises in the settlement.

There are no features to speak of.

What's more, this proficiency only has an effect on martial arts, and has no effect on mental arts.

In other words, his [Yang Yan Determination] could only rely on his own cultivation a little bit.

Yes!

Just when Yang Fang was secretly nervous, suddenly, a terrible scream came directly from the dark night outside, hoarse, and it seemed that it was only about dozens of meters away from him.

Yang Fang was taken aback.

Evil spirits?

He was terrified and quickly regressed.