The wind was raging, thick dark clouds filled the sky, the whole world was gloomy, pitch black, and somewhat depressing, and suddenly, with a thunderclap, a downpour fell from the nine heavens.

"What a ghost weather~!"

Wang Ziteng was walking on the way to rent back the house after work, and happened to encounter this unexpected heavy rain, raincoat, rain boots or anything without him, and soon the whole person was drenched in the pouring rain, and all his clothes were attached to his body, blown by the wind, cold, and a bit biting cold.

Bang!

The thunder roared, one after another, and the brilliant lightning swept across the world.

The wind was sharper and the rain was heavier.

The low-lying areas of the road were quickly filled with water, and the dirty rainwater gathered in the low-lying areas of the road and then rushed towards the sewers.

The wind and rain were wild, it was almost dusk, the prince was walking with one foot and one foot on the ground, anyway, he was almost home, and Wang Ziteng didn't want to find a place to shelter from the rain, he just wanted to hurry home and change into clean and warm clothes.

Tiansensen, the rain is misty, the wind and rain are coming, the prince lowered his head, half-squinted his eyes, and walked towards the wind and rain, the raindrops the size of beans hit his cheeks with the wind, banging and splashing, the rain flowers were flying, very crystal clear and beautiful, but his face was very painful.

"Plop!"

Not far away, an old lady was soaking wet, and suddenly she stumbled and fell into the rain.

"Really, such a heavy rain, such an old age, running out on a rainy day, it's really old and confused. ”

Although Wang Ziteng is not a hot-blooded young man, but when he encounters such a thing, he can't bear to stand by and watch, in such a stormy evening, if he doesn't help the old man up, something will happen if he doesn't get it right.

"Forget it, help it up, I hope it won't be falsely accused. ”

Wang Ziteng walked two steps quickly, came to the old man, bent down, helped the old man up, and brought the old man to the side, standing on the side where there was less water, but he stood where the old man fell.

Just as he was about to speak, above the sky, a thunderbolt swept through the sky, and lightning flashed.

Immediately, I heard the rumbling thunder rolling down, and my whole body hurt, and I was struck by lightning!

Wang Ziteng was very depressed!

"The paralyzed, the first time he did a good deed, he was struck by lightning, and there is no heavenly reason. ”

Wang Ziteng's eyes were dark, unconscious, leaving only an unwilling thought echoing in his heart

In the first year of Tiantong, in the cold winter of Layue, in a small village in the southwest of Caozhou Prefecture, Wang Han sat alone in a dilapidated house, looking at his son lying on the bed, and couldn't help but cry.

Wang Han is a showman, he is already in his fifties, his temples are like frost, and only Wang Ziteng has a son who depends on him.

Wang Han has no power to tie the chicken, he takes reading and scientific examination as his business, and he has no ability to make a living, since his wife died more than ten years ago, all the family property has been pawned and sold by him.

Later, his son Wang Ziteng grew up and found a job picking herbs in the mountains, and the picked herbs were sold to the local Tongrentang in exchange for some silver to maintain the daily life of the father and son.

Who knows, the sky has unforeseen circumstances, people have misfortune and fortune, in the morning when the prince Teng went up the mountain to collect medicine, his feet slipped, rolled down the cliff, was found by the people who went up the mountain to chop wood, and soon after bringing it back, he was unconscious.

The family is surrounded by walls, and Wang Han's family is already poor and has no money, so he can only watch his son die.

"Water ----!"

Wang Ziteng was sore all over, and woke up from the haze, only to feel that his throat was dry and uncomfortable.

"You, you, are you awake?"

Wang Hanteng stood up suddenly, glanced at his pale son, and hurriedly said, "You are weak, don't talk too much, I'll go find water for you." ”

turned around, picked up a bowl that was a little broken, poured a cup of hot water, hurriedly brought it over, helped Wang Ziteng up, blew hot air with his mouth, and waited until the water became warm and delicious, and then carefully poured it for Wang Ziteng.

"How's it going, Teng'er, are you feeling better?"

Wang Han looked at his son worriedly, his eyes were full of anxiety: "If you are uncomfortable somewhere, just tell your father, and your father will definitely find a way to cure you." ”

Wang Ziteng, who woke up, felt that there was almost no pain in his body, drank a bowl of hot water, felt that he had recovered some strength, and then endured the pain, and glanced at the person in front of him, the person in front of him, wearing a blue robe, with many rough patches on the robe, obviously not a rich man.

This person is fair-skinned, saggy, without any liliang, and does not look like a person who can endure hard work, and his temples are already like frost, and he is very old.

"This is a poor, old, inadequate, and incapable man. ”

His eyes swept over the man, and he looked around, except for the bed where he was lying, there was almost nothing in this place, and the house was surrounded by walls, and the howling cold wind blew in from the leaky part of the house, making the house cold and bitterly cold.

"Son, what's wrong with you?" Wang Han's hurried voice was full of anxiety, the way his son looked at himself just now was completely the look of a stranger.

"Could it be that my son's brain was broken when he rolled down the mountain?"

Now the prince who is lying on the bed is no longer Wang Han's son, in other words, Wang Han's son has fallen to his death when he rolled down the mountain, and Wang Ziteng, who is now awake, is a person who has crossed over.

This person is already the young man who helped the old lady to be killed by lightning on a rainy day.

"Where is this?"

Wang Ziteng looked around blankly, remembering that he was struck by lightning, his consciousness was clear, and he rushed out with an angry roar: "You paralyzed God, Lao Tzu saved people and was struck by lightning!"

"Son, what's wrong with you, you can't be rude to the gods!"

Wang Han looked at his son in front of him with some horror, and when he saw his son's unscrupulous insult to the gods, he trembled with fright, and kept making waves at the void in all directions, and his mouth was even more nagging:

"God, don't blame Xiao'er, he just broke his brain, I don't know what to do, you are merciful, don't give him a child's general knowledge, wait for a few days, Chinese New Year's Eve, I will definitely do my best to buy a rich sacrifice for the old man." ”

Looking at the panicked middle-aged man, Wang Ziteng was silent, this is an old feudal, he is actually worried about some gods, if only there were gods in this world.

Blankly looking around again, there were no telephones, no computers, no rice cookers, no lights, nothing.

This is clearly not a scenario that should be present in a modern society.

"Could it be that I have crossed by shit luck!" the prince wanted to cry without tears.

"I don't want to cross, God, you better let me go back, there is nothing here, no mobile phones, no computers, no TV, no telephone, how can you let me live here." ”

As a person who plays with his mobile phone for more than ten hours a day, Wang Ziteng really can't imagine what kind of torment it will be to live in such a shijie where there is nothing.

"Son, are you alright?"

Listening to his son who was talking nonsense, Wang Han was really frightened.

"It can't be stupid, right?"

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