"Hey~"

In front of the ruined house in Xiaohe Village, a young man sat on the threshold, holding his chin with his hands and sighing.

His eyebrows were handsome, his eyes were lowered, and his lazy expression was slightly cynical.

The reddish sun reflected on his face, adding a touch of life to his fair complexion.

Looks like a rich kid who doesn't fit in with this dilapidated village.

This person's name is Fang Zichen, known as Fang Dababa, who has just turned eighteen years old, and he just crossed over from 2022 three days ago.

Fang Zichen has never experienced this kind of thing related to supernatural magic, but he is familiar with this stalk!

"System?" He shouted a few times: "Space? Lingquan? 007？ ”

Shout~

A gust of wind blew through a few leaves, and no one answered him.

All right!

Fang Zichen sighed again, his heart sour.

For Mao's family to cross the golden finger of the big arm, he doesn't have it?

It's fucking unfair.

"Father~"

A child approached him, holding a handful of wild vegetables in his arms, looking down at his toes, and calling him timidly.

Fang Zichen looked at him with a strange feeling.

This kid is called a good boy, with a three-headed body, no, it is said that the three-headed body is lifted. I heard that he was already three years old, but he was short, small, and skinny, and his head was big, and he didn't look like a three-year-old child at all.

How can you walk at such a young age?

As soon as the gourd baby popped out, it was much bigger than him.

But short to short, thin to thin, the good boy looks so cute, big eyes, Joan nose beaded lips, if you take it back to modern times, walking on the street, there will definitely be a lot of girls overflowing with maternal love to come and ask: "Little friend, what color sack do you like?" Is urea pouch OK? ”

Fang Zichen didn't speak, the atmosphere was slightly embarrassing, the good boy plucked up his courage, smiled at him jerkyly, and shouted again, milkily: "Father, father~"

Fang Zichen reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth in response: "······ Ay! ”

This child is his stepson, and just yesterday, Fang Zichen's life reached its peak.

What's going on? We push the timeline back to three days ago.

Three days ago, Zichen had just passed his eighteenth birthday, and he was graduating from college, preparing to study for a master's degree and a doctorate, and his adoptive parents were happy, so they booked him a birthday banquet in a restaurant with a wave of money, because he had been drugged before, and he drank two glasses of wine during the whole banquet.

The alcohol content is not high, but the stamina is a little big, and when Fang Zichen woke up, his brain had an explosive pain.

Originally, he didn't wake up so quickly, but in a daze, he always smelled a foul odor, which he couldn't describe.

If you have raised pigs here, you can tell him very clearly that the stink is actually pig.

Fang Zichen rubbed his temples and sat up slowly, and after seeing the surrounding scenery clearly, the whole person was stupid.

His heart was beating violently, his brain was still aching, and he looked around blankly.

He felt like he had been tricked again.

The last time someone was drugged aphrodisiac/medicine, this should be a more advanced poison, and I was fucking hallucinating.

Big trees, weeds, dirt, and ······ A few lumps of something that was a little dark, irregularly shaped, and were being surrounded by flies.

“······”

The hallucinations are a bit realistic, and you can still smell it~

Fang Zichen ran to the side and threw up the tree. Exhausted, and just about to sit down to rest, there was movement in the grass beside him, and a wild boar with fangs arched through the dirt and burst into view.

Fang Zichen: "······"

me, it's ~ it's over, it's over, Barbie Q!!

As soon as the boar saw him, the ground stopped arching, and he let out two breaths, and the motor turned on as if it were the maximum, and crashed into him.

Fang Zichen's head is about to crack, and if he doesn't run at this time, he will wait for when~

After running around with his head covered for two hours, Fang Zichen got rid of the big wild boar.

If you want to say that it was a hallucination before, then now it is considered awake.

During the two hours of running wildly, his mood can be described as ups and downs.

First panicked, helpless, then confused, fearful, all kinds of emotions mixed together.

What iniquity has been created?

He thought.

Fang Zichen graduated from college at the age of eighteen and has a million dollars, he doesn't fight for his father, he is just a person, and he will be a social elite in the future.

However, this social elite did not have time to shine for the motherland, and when he woke up, he didn't know what the hell he was in.

As the third young man of the Fang family, no one dared to play such a prank with him.

It's crossed.

Why do you want to cross over?

And you can wear it! Why don't you say hello? He didn't even have time to prepare.

Okay, now it's a pair of pajamas, a pair of flip-flops, how to start?

Fang Zichen gasped and sat on a stone, and shouted again: "System~"

No one answered.

He studied the main character in the novel, closed his eyes: "Space?"

Stretched out his index finger again: "Lingquan?"

“001？”

“002？”

······

“009？”

it.

Well, he recognized the reality and stopped dreaming.

After resting for a while, there was no distinction between southeast and northwest in the jungle, so Fang Zichen randomly picked a direction and walked down the mountain. It's an afternoon.

As evening approaches, the temperature plummets and the dense jungle becomes more and more gloomy.

Something began to scream in the forest, and Fang Zichen listened to it and his footsteps staggered more and more.

“··· Little brother~"

Suddenly, a voice came from his side, sounding a little old and hoarse.

Like an old man.

Fang Zichen: "......"

In the deep mountains and old forests, apart from his special situation, there are still people?

No, maybe, maybe... Not people!!

Fang Zichen only felt a tightness in his lower abdomen, a heat in his brain, and then all his anger came up.

In one day, twice, two times almost urinated, Fang Sanshao couldn't bear it anymore.

Young people are yang, bold, and not afraid of demons and monsters.

He waved the wooden stick he held in his hand to explore the way, and walked over to the sound and cursed menacingly.

"Fuck your uncle, you dare to come out and be scary before it's dark, and see that Lao Tzu beats you with a stick."

The half-human-tall grass was pushed away, and a human head suddenly appeared on the ground in front of it.

The man's hair was gray and long, and it was a mess on his face, and the skin leaking out of the gaps between the strands was dark blue, and his lips were chapped and black.

I can't see the body of a head, and the head seems to have been cut off and then grown directly on the ground.

To be honest, if Fang Zichen hadn't been rational and angry, he would have fainted.

Seeing Fang Zichen's head, he was very excited: "··· Little brother ~ help me. ”

Fang Zichen: "......"

Help what? Can I help you find your body?

Or will it help you reincarnate?

Fang Zichen didn't respond, his footsteps moved slightly, and he was about to pick up the wooden stick and rush over, just as the head spoke again.

"I fell into the ditch, my leg seems to have broken and I can't climb up in pain, can you pull me out and take me home?"

"My home is at the foot of the mountain, not far away, cough cough, little brother... Please. ”

The other party seemed to be very depressed, and he couldn't breathe after saying such a few words.

Fang Zichen stared at the head for a long time, as if to confirm whether the other party was in danger, and after a while, he walked over, and after a few steps, he vigilantly picked the weeds next to the person's head with a wooden stick, and really found a deep ditch for him, and at the same time saw the other party's body.

"It's not a ghost!"

Fang Zichen breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his face, and said complainingly: "Old man, it's easy for you to kill people if you do this."

"Little brother... Help me. ”

Fang Zichen immediately pulled the old man out of the ditch without saying a word, the clothes on the old man's body were a little dirty except for some grass clippings, but he could basically see clearly, the style and the fabric... It should be counted as an antique grade.

"Hey......"

Fang Zichen pursed his lips and didn't speak, he seemed to be in a trance, and the old man called him.

Fang Zichen sat on the ground: "What's the matter?" ”

The old man said that his home is at the foot of the mountain, not far, two days ago he went up the mountain to chop firewood and walked far away and accidentally fell into the ditch, and now his leg is broken and he can't walk, and he wants Fang Zichen to send him home.

Fang Zichen agreed, and immediately carried the old man down the mountain, thinking that the old man had stayed in this barren mountain for two days, and thinking of the guy he saw when he woke up in the morning, and then thinking about the environment around the ditch, he really wanted to turn his head and say to the old man: "What colorful gold-inlaid did you step on, and your life is so big."

The old man said not far, but he walked for more than half an hour before reaching the bottom of the mountain.

And the other party should be a person who can't stand loneliness, coughed twice, didn't notice Fang Zichen's instantly straightened body, just looked at the back of his head, and asked, "Little brother, are you a vulgar monk?" It's kind of weird to wear. ”

Fang Zichen: "......"

You see I'm dressed strangely, I don't think you're weird?

"No, I have loved meat since I was a child, and a meal without dried meat is not fragrant, how can I become a monk."

"Then you hair..."

"Cut." Fang Zichen said

"What..." The old man fell into the ditch for two days, and he should have caught a cold at night, and he hadn't been in the water for a long time, so he coughed up again when he was frightened, and asked him intermittently: "You... How can you turn your head... The hair was cut. ”

Fang Zichen rolled his eyes.

He's a modern man! I'm not an actor, and I don't do art, so it's normal to have short hair.

But the old man is making such a fuss, he should pay attention to what kind of body hair and skin, parents and the like.

Fang Zichen said: "I had lice before, so I can't do it if I don't cut it."

This reason was good and reasonable, and the old man was relieved: "Oh! In this way, then you will have a long lesson next time, you are young, you must be diligent, and you must take care of yourself cleanly, otherwise you will not be able to please your daughter-in-law in the future if you are sloppy. ”

"This is impossible," Fang Zichen shook him and walked down the mountain steadily: "Just at my long face, there are more moths to the fire."

The old man didn't know a single word, so he coughed and asked him, "What?" What fire? ”

Fang Zichen was sprayed with saliva on his neck again, if he didn't have a little conscience, he probably threw people to the side of the road long ago, he asked patiently,

"Uncle, don't you have a leg pain?"

"It hurts."

"If it hurts, just say a few words!"

“……”

Little River Village.

The village chief's family has been doing white work for the past two days, with white cloths and a white lantern hanging on both sides of his house, a coffin resting in the not too spacious hall, and several people are kneeling on the ground, whimpering and crying.

A middle-aged man knelt in front of the coffin, with a brazier on the ground in front of him, and he cried as he burned paper money inside.

"Daddy... Dad~ Your life is miserable! I've been tired for most of my life, and I can't get into the coffin when I die, it's the child who is not filial, and the child is sorry for you! ”

When the men and women next to them heard this, they cried even harder.

When several villagers around heard this, they also felt that Uncle Heliu was a little pitiful.

I went to chop wood, but I suddenly disappeared in the mountains.

In fact, it's nothing if you don't see anyone, but there are many things in the mountains that cost people's lives, and no one has come back for two days, and they can't find it, most of them are gone.

The village chief didn't give up, and yesterday he took the men in the village to look for a day, but he didn't find it, and he didn't do it until today.

When it was dark, a young man came running in from outside.

"Dad, grandpa is back, grandpa is back."

“…… What do you say? The village chief staggered over and grabbed his second son's hand tightly: "You said your grandfather is back?" He's fine? ”

When the people kneeling in the coffin heard this, they instantly surrounded Hexi, and looked out again, but there was no hair.

Hexi was still excited at the moment, seeing that everyone was looking at him, he said seriously: "Grandpa, he accidentally fell into a ditch on the mountain and broke his leg, and now he was rescued by a little brother and came back, they are still behind, I want to come back and tell you first."

He also ran into Shang Zichen and them on the way home, and a group of people listened to it and were thinking about going out to pick it up, but Fang Zichen had already carried the old man to the door.

The village chief's eyes were red: "Dad~"

A group of people hula-la came up and 'shh

"You old man still knows how to come back, why don't you die outside, woo woo woo~ Poor I thought I would have to be widowed when I was old, and I couldn't sleep all night."

"Dad, where did you chop wood? I led people to search the back mountains and didn't find you. ”

"Yes, Dad, you scared us to death, but luckily you're back."

……

No one noticed Fang Zichen.

Fang Zichen didn't expect that he was such a big person and so spicy and eye-catching, and there would be a day when he would be ignored so completely.

"I said," he said in a quiet tone, "can you come and take the master off my back?" I TM carried it for more than half an hour, let me just throw him to the ground?

“…… Oooh. ”

Everyone was in a hurry again, and after settling down with their father, the village chief finally had time to talk to Fang Zichen.

Seeing that he had short hair and strange clothes, and that his bare arms were very exposed, he asked him where he came from and where he was going.

Fang Zichen wanted to say, I came from my mother's womb and wanted to go back to the soil, but he maybe, maybe, probably need to spend the night here tonight, and it is difficult to open his mouth if he offends people, so he started to run the train after turning his eyes.

"I'm from the Eastern Tang Dynasty."

The village chief thought for a while, and frowned slightly: "I haven't heard of it, are you from overseas?"

Well?

Fang Zichen tilted his head with the bowl, the village chief's gaze swept over his head, and said: "There is a dock in our town, a few big ships came a few years ago, those people have blond hair and green eyes, and their hair is like yours, very short, our people here, except for the monks, no one will have such short hair, and they are also dressed better... Comparatively less. ”

"Well, yes," Fang Zichen breathed a sigh of relief, and drank the water in the bowl in two sips: "I'm from overseas, you're right."

"Then how did you end up in the mountains?"

Fang Zichen: "......"

You ask me, who do I ask?

He turned his mind around for a little and said: "I'm here to play, I was targeted on the road, they robbed my things, and they were holding knives to kill people, I can't stand and wait for them to cut it!" So I ran, ran, ran! Later, I ran into the mountains unconsciously. ”

"I see." The village chief believed.

It's not that he's easy to deceive, but Fang Zichen doesn't look very old, with a tender face, red lips and white teeth, and outstanding facial features.

This man is not a man of the field.

Not quite a bad guy either.

After chatting for a while, the village chief said that he would let him live at home for a while first, Fang Zichen was the old man's life-saving benefactor, and the village chief's family was extremely polite, and what he just served him was sugar water, which was sweet.

Fang Zichen nodded in response.