In the pouring rain.

On the long street, on the broken and incomplete bluestones, white flowers splashed by the rain.

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

At the corner, there are ruins, overgrown weeds, and piles of rubbish.

A small figure in tattered clothes, with no real face visible, huddled and hid under the wall.

He clenched his fists tightly, veins looming.

His breathing was so rapid that he seemed to be unable to breathe in the next moment. His eyes were widened, and he stared at the bluestone slab less than ten feet away from his body without blinking.

Lying there motionless, the figure was beaten by the rain.

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

The upper body is wearing a strange piece of blue and white clothing with no obvious material, and the lower body is pitch black trousers, which are paired with a pair of white shoes, which are dazzlingly white in the dim skylight.

"There is a large blood stain on the chest and the middle shirt, and he is motionless. Is he a dead person?"

"It appeared suddenly!"

This man was struck by lightning, and she would never mistake him.

…

"Dengdengdeng..."

The sound of footsteps came.

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

At the end of the long street, a man in gray clothes stumbled past, cursing with a loud tongue in his mouth.

This man had a sharp mouth and a monkey's cheek, and his eyes were blurry. He was obviously an alcoholic.

Such people are somewhat dangerous to her.

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

"Eh!"

The drunkard was running and suddenly stopped.

He slowly approached the figure lying in the middle of the street, bent down and searched him, cursed "bad luck", and began to peel off the blue and white clothes of the lying figure.

The shape of the clothes is 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, and was very satisfied.

He looked down at his cloth shoes with open toes and broken back straps, and then stared at the very beautiful white shoes of the man lying on the ground.

He kicked off his tattered cloth shoes and put on white shoes. Still not satisfied, the drunkard reached out and touched the man's waist.

"The pants are also very good, silky and smooth..."

My hand tightened and I didn't take it off.

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

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

"ha!"

This man is still alive.

The drunkard was so frightened that he fell backwards, then came back to his senses and said angrily: "I want to show you that you, a poor man, have only a few clothes to look after you. If you want to die, I will die to death. Why are you blowing up your body?"

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

The young beggar girl at the foot of the abandoned garden wall tightly covered her mouth, stood up half-way, then shrank back, the water in her eyes turning around...

Before she could decide to muster up the courage to rush out, she saw the young man lying on the ground lifting up half a stone slab from beside him with lightning speed and slamming it over.

Boom...

A dull sound could be heard from ten feet away.

The drunkard screamed, blood burst out from his head, 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 shirt who was lying motionless on the ground again, with a look of horror in his eyes...

Not daring to get closer anymore, I stumbled away, covering my head, and walked far away.

The young beggar girl hesitated for a while, picked up a wooden stick, tiptoed close to the young man lying down, and touched the man's feet with the wooden stick from a distance.

It didn't move for a while.

"Stop stabbing, he's not dead."

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

"I used to..."

The girl beggar let out a long breath, with some shame in her eyes: "I didn't mean it before..."

"I understand, you were right not to say anything."

The little beggar has a figure like a bean sprout, a little thin, and his face can be vaguely seen between his eyebrows and eyes.

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

What's more, the exposed arms are 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 time. His eyes stayed on the girl's face for a moment, then glanced around...

Looking at this man and this scene, he even wondered if he was hallucinating.

Something is very wrong.

It seems that I have already entered the book.

Ancient, old and full of history.

The cramping pain in my chest, heart and lungs, and the severe injuries to my internal organs were definitely not fake.

"You were so seriously injured!"

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

When I just mustered up the remaining strength to hit the man with a stone slab, the broken bone even pierced the internal organs...

After a lot of tossing, the rain hit my face, which made it even more chilly.

While it makes people sober, it also brings with it a deep sense of despair.

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

A moment ago, Class 3 and 5 of Jiangcheng No. 2 Middle School were in class in a brightly lit classroom.

After regaining consciousness, we arrived at the ancient streets here.

Old-fashioned houses, dilapidated streets...

The low brick house, the ancient flags of Chaimen, the little beggar in front of me, and the drunkard from before.

The key is that he could see clearly at a glance the ridiculous money rat tail behind the drunkard's head...

This is?

Zhang Kun had a vague guess.

"The name the old man gave me is actually of little use."

"He said that I had a hot temper since I was very young. Before I could crawl, I started shaking my fists and grabbing my twin sister's milk. If I wasn't careful, I could beat my sister until her face was swollen. It was a typical sign of being too angry and too masculine.

Sheng, you need to choose a more feminine name..."

"With the name Kun, I am more feminine, but I can't suppress my natural explosive temper..."

Therefore, when a few green-skinned monsters broke in through the window in a peaceful classroom and began to bite and attack the students, 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 it into the eyeball of the monster. I also twisted it several times and stabbed the monster to death on the spot..."

"Are the rumors circulating on the Internet, such as rumors about the discovery of space cracks, true?"

These questions are destined to remain unanswered...

This place is obviously no longer Jiangcheng, nor is it the No. 2 Middle School.

"When the monster I stabbed to death waved its arms to fight back before it died, a ray of light burst into the blood between my eyebrows..."

Thinking of this, Zhang Kun forcibly resisted 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 with a hint of golden light, and there were some writings on it.

[Name: Zhang Kun]

[Talent: Blood Bravery]

【Age:17】
To be continued...