Chapter 1: The Way to Come

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His name is Hou Ping'an, and he is a warehouse manager, not the kind of statistical table in front of the computer, but sorting out the goods in the warehouse. To put it simply, it's a porter.

Every day, it is either the goods or the customers that are confronted. Not only is the social circle pitiful, but even the salary is barely enough to survive alone, so I found a wife at the age of thirty.

said that she was a wife, but she was not married yet. It's just that according to local customs, the two lived together after they got engaged, and according to the hometown side, she is actually Hou Ping'an's "legitimate" wife.

Hou Ping'an likes to read martial arts novels very much, and like many people, he also likes the fight plots in it, but his favorite is some pretending scenes after the protagonist's victory in the fight. It's a kind of spiritual pleasure that can't be brought to him in ordinary life.

But he likes to read novels so much, but he has never bought any novels. Or to be more precise, he didn't buy a single paper book.

After all, for a person who has never sat in an office and spends his days running back and forth between workshops, warehouses or construction sites, it is a luxury to sit in a café, bask in the warm afternoon sun, and look through a book full of ink. So e-books have become his few, or the only choice.

Of course, this is not to say that Hou Ping'an really doesn't have a little time to look through paper books. It's just that compared to paper books, e-books are more suitable and convenient for people like him.

On the way to and from work every day, every time between work, he would take out his mobile phone and look at a short section.

In the words of his wife, the mobile phone or the novel is his real wife. Of course, this is just a joke.

Thinking of his girlfriend, Hou Ping'an looked sweet. That stupid woman told him that as long as he wanted, she would do.

Hou Ping'an, a thirty-year-old man, said this in the face of a delicate and kind girl, how could he not be willing?

She was like this, because Hou Ping'an said I was willing, so she accompanied him to meet the parents of both parties.

Hou Ping'an knew that she must have a story, but so what? He believed that as long as he gave sincerely, then she would repay Hou Ping'an's sincerity sooner or later.

The road is full of people and vehicles. And he is like a person in another world, looking down at his mobile phone, living with sweetness in his heart, walking on this road that he can walk with his eyes closed.

But no matter how familiar the road is, there will be unfamiliar people or cars. When Hou Ping'an turned a corner and saw the familiar small property right house in his house and the beautiful face in his mind. But he didn't see the speeding sports car next to him.

is like a bloody soap opera on the Internet, and it is also like a drama before crossing over in a novel, Hou Ping'an left this world in a car accident that happens every day.

The last thing he saw was the departing sports car.

The last thing on his mind was relief.

Yes, relief. For a man who has been in a mess for thirty years, with no goals and ideals in life. For a person who has been educated by his parents since he was a child, he feels that he is not tough when he has no money to speak. For a person who encounters difficulties, he will choose to escape at the first time. Low self-esteem seems to be innate, engraved in his bones.

At this moment, he finally felt that he was relieved, he no longer had to fight for his desire to buy a car, no longer had to work hard for the large bride price demanded by his mother-in-law, and no longer had to hear his mother's daily nagging.

However, why does he still feel that he is reluctant to leave this world?

I am reluctant to let go of that stupid sister, and even more reluctant to be the woman who is just a simple sentence of "I am willing" and walks with him on the road of no return to love.

But no, death never changes with human will.

When Hou Ping'an opened his eyes again, he thought that he had come to another world, a world with only souls.

But when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, and looked at the pair of expectant eyes in front of him, he knew that he had a great fate after all, and he didn't die. It's just that why are these people dressed so strangely, like the ancient times of the world they are in?

Surrounded by groups of strangers, I couldn't hear what they were saying, but the relieved faces made people feel inexplicably close.

Who are they?

Where is this?

Why is it so hard to open your eyes?

Why do you feel like you're paralyzed, and you can't move your hands and feet?

Why does I look like a kid now?

It looks like it must have been a dream.

Then close your eyes, and when you wake up from the dream, everything will be back to the way it was.

But this dream was so long, so long that Hou Ping'an slept for more than a month and couldn't wake up.

At this point, Hou Ping'an had to accept the fate he had crossed.

Since they have crossed over, they must figure out what the era they are in looks like, but whether it is their words or language, they are all unfamiliar to Hou Ping'an.

Hou Ping'an, who thinks that he has traveled to many places in the past 30 years, has a little understanding of the language or accent of each place he has visited.

But everything he experienced in front of him made him confused. The place where he lives and the things that the people around him do make Hou Ping'an really feel that this is ancient times. But none of what they said was understood by Hou Ping'an.

The only thing I can understand is my own name, my own three-word name.

Yes, like the original world, it is also called Hou Ping'an. Although the accent is a little weird, Hou Ping'an is extremely sure that when they say those three words, they are calling themselves.

The weird accent could be a certain minority in some small, remote place. Hou Ping'an comforted himself like this, and the first thing he decided to do when he came to this world was to read and learn words.

Either way, there is hope for survival.

After making this decision, the tired body took Hou Ping'an to sleep again.

In the dream, Hou Ping'an, like the protagonist of those novels he had read, hugged an ancient thigh, and walked all the way to the Ninety-Five.

But Hou Ping'an didn't know that in the world he was in now, there was no thigh he knew to hug.

This is a world where rivers and lakes coexist with temples, this is a world where martial artists and scholars compete, and this is a world that is completely unfamiliar to him.

This is the Great Zhou, this is the Great Zhou Tiannan County that has just ended the battle of the deer, and it is now the second year of the Great Zhou Chengping.

Chengping, the world is peaceful?