Zhenlongting

Chapter 1 Don't Stab, You're Not Dead
In torrential rain.

On the long street, on the broken and incomplete bluestone slabs, the rain splashed white flowers.

All kinds of shops along the road also closed their doors and windows early to prevent rainwater from entering the house.

At the corner, there are ruins, weeds and rubbish are piled up.

A small figure with tattered clothes and whose original face could not be seen shrunk and hid under the wall.

He clenched his fists tightly, his veins looming.

His breathing was so rapid that it seemed that he would not be able to catch his breath in the next moment.His eyes were wide open, and he looked at the bluestone slab less than ten feet away from him without blinking.

There lay a motionless figure lying there, letting the rain knock him down.

Looking through the rain curtain, the man was not very old, and his head was not shaved with the most common rat-tail braid nowadays, but it was somewhat similar to the short hair worn by foreigners.

The upper body is wearing a large piece of strange blue and white clothes with no discernible material, and the lower body is black trousers, which complement the pair of white shoes on the feet, which are dazzlingly white in the dim light of the sky.

"There is a large bloodstain on the shirt on the chest, and it is motionless. Is it a dead person?"

"It appeared suddenly!"

This person was struck by a bolt of lightning, she would never be wrong.

……

"Dengdengdeng..."

Footsteps came.

The girl was startled suddenly, she shrank her head, her small figure hid deeper in the shadows, and looked over.

At the end of the long street, a man in gray staggered past, cursing with his tongue out.

This man has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and his eyes are blurred. He is obviously an alcoholic.

Such a person is somewhat dangerous to her.

Especially when it's getting dark and it's raining again, there are no pedestrians on the street... hide if you can.

"what!"

The drunkard was running and stopped suddenly.

Slowly approaching the figure lying in the middle of the street, bent down and searched the body, cursed "bad luck", and began to peel off the blue and white clothes of the lying figure.

The shape and quality of the clothes are a bit weird, but it can be seen that the quality is quite good.

After taking off his clothes, the drunkard put the clothes on himself, laughed twice, very satisfied.

He looked down at his open-toed cloth shoes with broken backs, and then at the very beautiful white shoes of the man lying on the ground.

He kicked off his rotten cloth shoes three times and put on white shoes. The drunkard was still not satisfied, so he reached out and touched the man's waist.

"The trousers are also very good, silky, slippery..."

His hands tightened and he didn't take it off.

"Pants...can't be taken off!"

The drunkard was startled, he heard someone talking in his ears, raised his head, and saw that the lying young man had opened his eyes, his hands were weakly pulled on the belt around his waist.

"what!"

The man is still alive.

The drunkard was so frightened that he fell backwards, and then he came back to his senses and said angrily: "My lord thinks highly of you by taking some clothes from you, a poor man. If you want to die, you will die completely. Why do you blow up the corpse?"

As he spoke, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to grab the other person's neck, and pressed down hard: "I will help you, and you will die early and have a baby."

The young beggar girl at the base of the abandoned garden wall tightly covered her mouth, half stood up, then shrank back, the water in her eyes turned back and forth...

Before she decided to pluck up the courage to rush out, she saw the young man lying on the ground lift half of the stone slab from her side with lightning speed, and smashed it violently.

bang...

A muffled sound could be heard ten feet away.

The drunkard screamed, the blood on his head burst out, and he fell to the side, splashing a large amount of rain.

Struggling to get up again, he looked back at the young man in a white short-sleeved jacket lying motionless on the ground again, with a look of horror in his eyes...

He didn't dare to approach again, stumbled and covered his head, and went far away.

The young beggar struggled for a while, picked up a wooden stick, tiptoed close to the lying young man, hooked her waist and touched the man's feet with the wooden stick from a distance.

I didn't move for a while.

"Don't stab it, it's not dead."

Zhang Kun struggled to open his eyes, looking at this little beggar who was as timid as a quail.

"I used to..."

The young beggar let out a long breath, with shame in her eyes: "I didn't mean to..."

"Understood, you were right not to make a sound."

The little beggar's body was like a bean sprout, and he was a little thin, but he could vaguely see his face from his brows and eyes.

This kind of girl, not to mention just rags, with some black ash on her face deliberately, even if she just showed a pair of eyes, can arouse some people's criminal thoughts.

What's more, the exposed arm is still as white as snow.

This guy will never be a beggar for more than ten days.

Zhang Kun was having difficulty breathing at this moment, his eyes stayed on the girl's face for a moment, and then he scanned the surroundings...

Looking at the scene of this person, he even wondered if he was hallucinating.

It's not right.

I seem to have walked into the book.

Old, outdated, with a strong historical atmosphere.

There were bursts of colic pain in the chest, heart and lungs, and the internal organs were seriously injured, which was by no means fake.

"It was so badly injured!"

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, knowing that he might have a broken sternum.

When I mustered up all my strength and hit the man with a stone slab, the broken bone even pierced the internal organs...

After a lot of tossing, the rain hit his face, making it even colder and biting.

While sobering, there is also deep despair.

Zhang Kun knew that he was really no longer in the original world.

Just a moment ago, he was still in class in Class [-] and [-] of Jiangcheng No. [-] Middle School with bright windows.

When I regained my senses, I came to this quaint street.

Old houses, dilapidated streets...

The low brick and tile house, the ancient chaimen banner, the little beggar in front of him, and the former drunkard.

The point is, he could see clearly at a glance, the ridiculous money rattail behind that alcoholic's head...

This is?

Zhang Kun had a vague guess.

"The name the old man gave me is not very useful."

"He said that I had a hot temper when I was very young. I started shaking my fists and snatching the milk of my twin sister before I could crawl. If I was not careful, I could beat my sister until my face was swollen. It is a typical example of being too angry and masculine. Sheng, I have to choose a more feminine name..."

"In the name of Kun, she is more feminine, but she can't suppress her natural explosive temper...

Therefore, when a few green-skinned monsters burst in through the window and started biting and attacking the students in the peaceful classroom, everyone else, including the teacher, immediately chose to run away screaming.

While the ferocious monster was devouring the girl at the same table, I took a pen and stabbed the monster's eyeball.Moreover, it was twisted a few times, and a monster was stabbed to death on the spot..."

"The gossip circulating on the Internet, such as rumors of the discovery of space cracks, are they true?"

These questions are bound to remain unanswered...

This place is obviously not Jiangcheng, nor is it No. [-] Middle School.

"The monster I stabbed to death at that time, when he swung his arm to fight back before dying, a ray of light rushed into the center of my eyebrows amidst the blood light..."

Thinking of this, Zhang Kun forcibly held back the pain in his heart and lungs, and turned his attention to his forehead.

With a slight blur in front of his eyes, he saw a translucent square frame shining with golden light, with some handwriting on it.

【Name: Zhang Kun】

[Talent: Blood Bravery]

【Age: 17】

[Physical: 10]

[Agility: 11]

【Spirit: 10】

【Martial Arts: Sanda (Introduction)】

【Skills: language (beginner), mathematics (beginner), English (beginner), physics (beginner)...calligraphy (beginner), painting (beginner), table tennis (beginner)】

Dragon Qi: 0
Nethergate: (0.1% regression)

This attribute bar has a sense of sight and talent...

Ha ha!

From this point of view, the gate of the void still has a chance to be opened, and there is hope of returning.

Thinking of returning, Zhang Kun's heart beat wildly.

If you guessed correctly, obtaining Dragon Qi should be able to improve your physical fitness and improve your skills...

Even, open the door to the void.

There was another colic in the chest and abdomen, and the skin of the body felt a slight burning pain...

Zhang Kun's eyes turned black.

"Seriously injured and drenched in the rain, I feel like I still have a fever. If it's really the last years of the Qing Dynasty... I'm too hard."

Thinking of the possibility of death, Zhang Kun was only slightly uncomfortable and worried, but he didn't have so much fear in his heart.

In that world, parents will be very sad...

The little girl is in the class next door. She has always been good at running with long legs, so she should be able to run out of school.

However, if the boundary of Jiangcheng is really like the gossip said, the void cracks open, even the school has entered monsters, it may not be safe everywhere...

The eldest brother went to other provinces to study in university, so he should be able to escape this disaster.

Just when I was frustrated, I heard the sound of thin and tight breathing...

Just now for a while, he was thinking about his own thoughts, but he didn't notice that the young beggar had already carried and dragged herself from the middle of the street to a low sloping wall to block the rain.

The girl wiped her forehead with her dirty sleeves, leaving her face blackened, and flung off a drop of water, whether it was rain or sweat.

Obviously, it was not easy for her to move a man who weighed about [-] pounds.

After panting for a while, the young beggar raised her eyebrows, stretched out three pale fingers, the middle finger was slightly bent, and put it on Zhang Kun's left wrist, tilting her head to feel it, and after a while, she shook her head and sighed.

"It turned out to be taking the pulse. Could it be that she also has medical skills?"

Zhang Kun's eyes moved slightly.

(End of this chapter)