Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 1 Traveling through "Mr. Zombie"

In October, the autumn air is crisp.

Large tracts of rice in the farmland glow with a rich golden color under the autumn sunshine. The autumn wind blows, and the rice is fragrant. From a distance, it seems to set off golden waves.

Occasionally, you can see banana trees, standing in the fields, like veterans who persevered to the end, telling the story of the glory of banana trees in the past.

On the winding road heading to the town, a passenger bus emitting black smoke was speeding along. It relied on the waves to turn and the brakes were used as decoration. The carriage was as densely packed with people as a sardine can.

"Anjia Village is settled!"

A tooth-aching brake sound sounded, and the old car door opened with a crash. An Yan hugged her backpack tightly with one hand, grabbed the person in front of her with the other, and squeezed out.

The moment he landed, he took a deep breath and never felt the air be so fresh.

"I haven't been back for several years, why is my hometown still the same?"

Just now in the car, he had so many mixed feelings that he almost lost his breath.

In addition to An Yan, there were two young men who got off the car, carrying tools on their backs. One of them also held a shovel in his hand, and the voices of suppressed excitement could be heard.

"Goudan, we are going to make a fortune this time."

"Let's go, let's talk about it when we get back."

One person intentionally or unintentionally glanced at An Yan beside him, pulling the young man holding the shovel with a little vigilance in his eyes.

"Oh"

The other person also noticed An Yan and stopped talking. The two hurriedly walked towards the village.

"Weird."

An Yan looked at the two of them and shook his head. These two were sneaky, could they be thieves?
  Don’t they all say that rural folk customs are simple and honest?

Thinking of the jokes on the Internet, he smiled and walked to Anjia Village.

Since the death of his second elder, he rarely comes back except for Qingming Festival because he is in college.

After graduating from college this year, he encountered obstacles in finding a job. He wanted to stay away from the materialistic metropolis for a while and go back to his hometown to relax.

"Time travel is a good thing, but isn't it fucked up to become a lonely orphan after time travel?"

After traveling into this world for twenty-two years, he became an orphan and was adopted by an old couple.

It's a pity that before he could find a job and make money to honor his two elders, his two elders passed away. It's such a heartbreaking thing to have a son who wants to support his son but doesn't care for him.

An Yan walked on the familiar village road. In recent years, the village has been paved with flat cement roads. The banana trees that used to be in the fields on both sides disappeared and were replaced by crops with more economic value such as rice.

The house in my hometown is a one-story cement bungalow with a large yard. The iron gate is locked, and weeds grow wantonly in the corners of the yard.

The dusty iron door was pushed open, and An Yan saw the weeds growing up again, and sighed: "We just cleaned them up during the Qingming Festival, and it only took a few months for them to return to their original state."

Fortunately, it is only a small bungalow on one floor, so cleaning it is not very laborious.

"Xiaoyan, are you back?"

The neighbor who came back from the field saw the iron gate opened and saw a tall young man mopping the floor through the window and asked.

"Mom, it's me."

"I thought I was being robbed, but it turns out Xiaoyan is back. Come on, take some of the vegetables here." Seeing the familiar faces, the aunt felt relieved. She smiled, grabbed a handful of vegetables from her hand, and walked through the window. Passed it in.

"Then thank you, auntie. I haven't eaten home food for a long time."

"That's right, this is all grown at home and eaten. It's delicious."

"Okay, ma'am, I won't bother you anymore. I'll be busy first."

An Yan looked at the lettuce in his hand and thought about cooking some noodles tonight.

After cleaning, he went to the village canteen to buy oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, rice, noodles, and eggs. He might have to stay in the village for a month or two.

Night falls, the stars are sparse, and the full moon hangs high.

There is no wifi in his hometown, only an old-fashioned large TV and VCD. He checked and found that it still works.

In the drawer, discs are arranged neatly one after another, such as Legend of Sword and Fairy III, Mr. Zombie, Brown Sugar Heroes, Dragon Ball, Naruto, Tiga, etc. They are full of youth.

An Yan felt a trace of nostalgia and took out a disc, Mr. Zombie. The red rope glutinous rice is still there today, but the people from Lin Dao are nowhere to be seen.

Recalling that figure that always made people feel safe, An Yan didn't expect that there were such classics in another world. He was so happy when he discovered them.

Press VCD to light up and put Mr. Zombie's CD into it.

The familiar opening music played.

Just as An Yan stood up, the TV screen suddenly shook.

"It's been too long. Is it broken?"

An Yan was a little worried and patted the old antique. It was still the same, with snowflakes floating on the screen.

He leaned over and thought about turning off the TV and turning it back on.

Unexpectedly, his foot slipped and his whole face hit the TV screen.

There was no imaginary crash.

I saw An Yan's whole body crashing into the TV, first his head, then his body, and finally his feet.

After the TV engulfed An Yan, the screen went black with a "pop" sound. There was a trace of smoke behind it, and the wires were short-circuited.

The lights in the living room suddenly turned pale and fell into dead silence.

The mobile phone placed next to the TV lit up, and a Fetion message popped up.

Fairy Xiaoya: "Xiao Anzi, you are dead, you haven't replied to my message for ten minutes!"

"what!!!"

An Yan looked horrified. He felt like he had fallen into a colorful bottomless pit and kept sinking. He couldn't help but scream.

Bang!
  "Ouch! My ass!"

A crescent moon hangs in the sky, the stars hang low, and the Milky Way flows in the sky like a gorgeous ribbon hanging on the black curtain.

The shadows of the trees danced, and the wind rustled.

An Yan sat down on the dirt road, feeling dizzy. It took a while before the dizziness subsided.

"Where is here?" An Yan stood up, rubbing his butt, looking at the tall trees around him with confused eyes: "Should I watch a VCD and travel through time again?"

The way he traveled through time became more and more bizarre. The first time he was hit by a dump truck, the second time he slipped and slid directly to another world.

Outrageous!

Having had a time-travel experience, his psychological acceptance ability is far beyond ordinary people, and he quickly accepted everything calmly.

It's just a pity that he hasn't had time to meet his online girlfriend in person, and he doesn't know if he is a foot-picking guy.

She also complained about her mood, and it was obvious that An Yan's mentality was very stable.

However, the most urgent task is to find out where is this place?
  The evening breeze blew, and An Yan, who was still dressed in shorts, sneakers and shorts, felt a little chilly.

He looked from a distance and saw a light at the end of the path. The outline of a huge building emerged in the light. It looked like a large family home.

So he set off along the trail to see if he could stay overnight and ask about the situation.

When he got closer, he found that it looked like a house from ancient times, with red bricks and high doors, and it seemed to be in the style of the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China.

There was a crackling and noisy sound inside, like a big opera.

An Yan scratched his head.

"Is this a rich family?"

But, what do the two traditional Chinese characters on the door plaque mean?
  "Yizhuang?"

When An Yan read these two words, he immediately reacted and broke into a cold sweat. Is this really a "rich" family?
  The black wooden door opened at this moment, and a familiar figure with a yellow robe and a peach wood sword appeared, shaking the Sanqing bell, and a row of "bosses" jumping behind him.

He finally knew which world he had traveled to.

"Mr. Zombie"!
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