As soon as he stepped into the space-time tunnel, Zhou Zhen immediately felt that he had entered a strange world.

Thousands of colors and shapes are whistling, all kinds of numbers, figures, formulas, theorems...... Overwhelmed, engulfing him in an instant.

His body was uncontrollably pulled into a singularity in the numbers.

Among the singularities, there are more, more majestic and smaller numbers, formulas, theorems, symbols, and figures...... They are like cells that need a microscope to see clearly, converging and turbulent, rotating and recombining, and little by little they become dense dots and broken lines.

These dots and lines, as if summoned by some kind of invisible, gradually come together, turning into a straight line with no beginning or end in sight.

It seemed that a second had passed, and it seemed that a long time had passed, Zhou Zhen couldn't see his body, nor could he see the body of the "nine-tailed fox", only his consciousness remained awake all the time.

Soon, he felt himself being pulled towards the singularity faster and faster, flying through countless scenes like lightning, his speed exceeding the speed of light, exceeding the speed of the expansion of the universe...... It was a very grotesque and very strange state.

He seems to exist in a position suspended above all dimensions, overlooking the spring flowers and autumn moon, the changes of time; is like the legendary detachment, watching the hustle and bustle of the red dust, and the purple Mo is surging.

In an instant, Zhou Zhen suddenly burst into a spirit, as if he had finally poked his head out of the deep water, and appeared in a dilapidated thatched house.

It was still dark at this time, there was no light in the room, the walls were made of adobe, the straw mat on the roof had broken several holes, and the thatch stubble leaked out of it, through these holes, the deep blue night sky could be clearly seen.

The moonlight is good tonight, and it spreads out to the earth like refined silver.

The moonlight shone in through the holes in the roof, through the only window the size of a grown man's palm, and through the cracks in the door, providing enough light to see the entire furnishings of the thatched house.

The room was about seven or eight square meters, and there was a bed in the corner.

No, to be exact, a floor shop.

In the place of the pillow, there is a broken brick, which is wrapped with some dried blades of grass, and in a very rough way, it is woven into something similar to a pillow towel, with black marks and dents in the center, which seems to act as a pillow.

Under the pillow was a bed of tattered sheets, the surface of the sheets was uneven, and there were many traces of grass blades, Zhou Zhen walked over and reached out and pressed it, and immediately found that under the sheets was not the usual cotton mattress, but old straw.

Just as he looked down at the sheets, he noticed that his hands had shrunk a lot and were much rougher.

This is a pair of palms of a seven- or eight-year-old child, the skin that should be delicate is covered with all kinds of scars caused by hard life, and there are obvious chilblains on the back of the hands, which have been cracked in many places, and even flow out of mucus like clear water.

And his figure has also shrunk to the point where the top of his head can only be next to the edge of the window.

Walking to the window on tiptoe and trying, confirming that he could not observe the outside through the window, Zhou Zhen turned to look at his clothes at the moment, the style is very ancient, like the caftan brown seen in the book, but it is even more simple, the material is a very coarse fabric, it is more than a hundred years ago, when the industry was not very developed, the traditional handmade fabric is unique, and the texture is as dry and hard as cardboard after pulp washing.

This is a handmade homespun cloth, no, it is rougher than the handmade homespun cloth he remembered more than a hundred years ago.

Call...... Call...... Call......

A cold wind blew outside the window, and the wind blew in unscrupulously through the window that only had a few balls of straw stuffed like a prevarication, as well as the gap in the thin door, quickly taking away the only remaining temperature on Zhou Zhen's body.

Zhou Zhen shuddered suddenly, realizing the fragility of his body now, he immediately left the window, held on to the edge of the bunk, climbed onto the bed, pulled the quilt next to him, and covered his body.

At this time, he noticed that he was not wearing shoes, and looked down on the side of the bed, not knowing whether the shoes were kicked under the bed, or if the body had no shoes at all.

Moreover, the quilt does not add much warmth to him, and the quilt that seems to be a little thick is not filled with conventional thermal materials such as cotton down, but is full of plant breath.

Zhou Zhen stretched out his hand and pinched it, knowing in his heart that the filler in it should be reed flowers and catkins.

In the history of China, the popularity of cotton began in the Song Dynasty.

Prior to this, reed flowers and catkins were common winter quilts and winter clothing materials for the poor.

It's almost certain that this is the "past"!

On the note of "Nine-Tailed Fox", the first goal has been accomplished.

Zhou Zhen suddenly understood his current situation...... Through the time and space tunnel, he traveled into a little boy suspected to be before the Song Dynasty, with a poor family and a body that does not seem to be very good.

In addition to the bed under him, there was only a locked cabinet at the foot of the bed, which was rudimentary, and I don't know what was placed inside, no table, no stools, no food and water.

Judging from these furnishings, it is impossible to speculate whether the body had parents and other relatives.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhen did not immediately go out to investigate the situation, but was ready to try his "digital domain" first, and whether it could be used.

So, he closed his eyes and looked at the formula in his head.

Zhou Zhen soon discovered that the formulas that represented the "digital domain" were all there, and none of them were missing.

He was overjoyed in his heart, and immediately tried to use [Overclocking Interference], but as his mind was highly concentrated on the formula of [Overclocking Interference], he suddenly felt a sharp headache coming, this pain far exceeded the level of the recent headaches, plus this young body was extremely weak, it could not be compared with his own body at all, and in an instant, the world was spinning, and he almost fell to the ground directly!

Zhou Zhen hurriedly took his attention away from the formula, and couldn't even sit still for a while, lying directly on the cold bed, gasping for breath, and his pale face flushed abnormally.

It took him a while before he recovered, and he quickly thought of the reason.

His "digital domain" is indeed still there.

But with the "digital domain", "digital energy" is needed, and now, he does not have "digital energy"!

The conventional ways to improve "digital energy" are: first, to kill the infected; The second is to enter the "digital forest".

And now in this time and space, it is very likely that there are no infected people at all!

The same is true for the "digital forest".

Of course, he had one more way to get into that classroom than the average compatible.

However, he wasn't sure if he would be able to enter the classroom in his current state......

Just as he was thinking, the door suddenly trembled slightly.

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door.

Zhou Zhen came back to his senses, he controlled his muscles, did not let the straw under him make any sound, struggled to get up from the bed, and walked lightly towards the door.

When he reached the door, he narrowed his eyes and looked out through one of the thicker gaps.

Outside the door was empty, there was nothing, but the moonlight was like frost, and the mercury was sprinkled all over the ground, shining a small flat mud floor, with a few stones for rainy days to settle down in the middle, and on both sides were vegetable beds with obvious signs of turning.

It may be due to the season, the vegetable furrow is black, and there is no vegetable seedlings in sight, but a few colorful silver whites are condensed, which seems to be frost at low temperatures.

A little farther away, I don't know if it was a tree or a haystack, and the thick shadows of the large masses blurred the outline.

Zhou Zhen thought quickly in his heart, and was wondering if the person who knocked on the door was hiding on the side of the door, and the knocking suddenly became intense.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each slam on the door was heavy, and it seemed that the next time, the force would knock the rudimentary door straight open.

A biting chill, as if with the moonlight, silently poured into the house.

I don't know what I ate wrong, I started vomiting and diarrhea in the middle of the night, I really can't lift the strength to write, and I owe everyone 1K4.

(End of chapter)