"Who the fuck dug a hole, do you have a public morality..."

Yang Xu held a rattan tightly with both hands, climbing upwards with difficulty, cursing and cursing.

He participated in a wild training event with several friends in the company. When he passed by a forest, he accidentally stepped on the air and rolled into the pit at the moment.

Fortunately, although the pit is very deep, the weed vines crisscrossing inside play a good cushioning role. Apart from a few scratches on his body, it was not a big deal.

With the help of the rattan, he finally climbed to the edge of the pit. He was about to increase his strength to turn over, but he found that the light on his head became dimmed, and then several heads emerged.

I thought it was my friend, but when I looked carefully, I saw several strange men.

Those strange men had strange hairstyles and clothes, which were very different from modern people. It was like time was facing a thousand years, meeting a group of ancient Chinese people.

What's going on?

Yang Xu was stunned and stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, all speechless for a moment.

No matter who he is, go up first!

Yang Xu let out a hand and reached out to a burly black man: "Brother, help me and pull me up!"

The burly black man grinned, grabbed Yang Xu's left hand and pulled him up with force.

"call……"

The climb just now almost exhausted Yang Xu's strength. After he came up, he sat on the ground, just gasping for breath.

At this time, he realized that there were more than a dozen men around him, all wearing coarse cloth, short brown hair, buns, holding sticks, swords and guns, and a strong aura all over his body.

These people dressed like this, which crew was probably filming costume dramas here?

"Brothers, what kind of scene are you shooting? Which crew is from?"

Yang Xu asked casually, and used to touch the mountaineering bag with his backhand, trying to take out a bottle of mineral water to quench his thirst, but he didn't know that his back was empty.

"Damn, where is my mountaineering bag?"

Yang Xu hurriedly leaned over to check the bottom of the pit, but there was no trace of the mountaineering bag.

There are tents, moisture-proof mats and other items hanging on the mountaineering bag, which contain food, drinks, compass, maritime telephones and other important things. If you lose it, you will not be able to continue participating in this wild training activity and have to quit.

But strangely, I rolled down to the bottom of the pit, and the mountaineering bag should have fallen into it, so why did it disappear?

"Where did you come from the monk?"

A faint voice suddenly rang behind him.

Monk?

What about me?

I just shaved my head and didn’t have a bald head, so why did I become a monk?

blindness?

When Yang Xu heard the voice behind him, he felt angry and funny.

He turned around and looked at the sound, and was facing the gaze of a tall and thin man, and his heart suddenly became shaking.

This thin and tall man with an ordinary appearance and a little rustic look was clear and sharp, just like two long swords, which penetrated his heart!

This guy is not simple...

Yang Xu muttered in his heart.

"You guy, our military advisor asked you why don't you speak?"

The burly black man who pulled Yang Xu out of the deep pit stepped forward and pointed at Yang Xu and asked.

His voice was like thunder, and his body was like an iron tower. When he stepped out and his feet fell to the ground, Yang Xu felt that the ground seemed to tremble slightly.

How does this tall and strong body grow...

Yang Xu glanced at the tall and burly black man, and shrank his head with fear.

The black man is strong and strong, with a thorny muscle. If he takes off his clothes, he only has a pair of shorts and then paints a layer of green all over his body. He is definitely a small-sized Hulk!

"I'm not a monk!"

Yang Xu rolled his eyes at the tall and thin man in anger.

"The body, hair and skin are my parents, not monks. How can you shave off all your hair and hair? Well, judging from the clothes you are wearing, it is indeed not a monk's robes... Who are you? Could it be a spy from Beihu?"

The tall and thin man was obviously the leader of these men. He looked bright and stared at Yang Xu and shouted sternly.

A spy from Beihu?

What the hell?

Yang Xu was stunned again, and then he thought that these guys were too immersed in the role? Or they regarded themselves as an extra?

I'm in a hurry to find a mountaineering bag, but I'm not in the mood to cooperate with you in acting!

Yang Xu didn't bother to pay attention to the tall and thin man, so he got up and circled around the pit, hoping to find traces of the mountaineering bag.

The tall and thin man frowned when he saw Yang Xu ignore him.

"This guy is suspicious... Fugui, take him back to the village and I will interrogate him slowly. If it were a spy from Beihu, we would send him into the city and hand him over to the defenders, maybe we could exchange for some rewards!"

The tall and thin man threw down this sentence with a faint expression, turned around and left.

"Yeah, that's great!"

The burly black man named Fugui responded, poked his hand forward, grabbed Yang Xu like he was catching a chicken, carried it on his shoulder, strided away, and followed the tall and thin man with other companions.

Yang Xu was 1.78 meters tall and had practiced Sanda fighting for two years. His physical fitness was very good. However, when he was caught by the burly black man, his whole body felt as if he was electrocuted, and he was numb and soft. He could not exert any strength and could only let him do it.

He was carried on his shoulders by the burly black man, and his body could not keep moving as he quickly moved. Yang Xu felt that his internal organs were almost being pushed out. In addition to being uncomfortable, his heart was full of humiliation and anger.

Just as I was about to curse a few words to relieve my hatred, I heard the burly black man say in a muffled voice: "You are a strange bird, dressed up and have no identity. You can't let you know the way to our Yangjia Village, so as not to be troublesome!"

After the words came, Yang Xu felt a pain in his neck, and then his eyes became dark and he lost consciousness.

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I don’t know how long it took, but a scoop of cold water splashed on Yang Xu’s face.

After being stimulated by the cold water, Yang Xu hummed twice and woke up slowly.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing that caught my eye was still the abominable faces of those men.

At this moment, it was a small dilapidated courtyard. A fire rose in the courtyard, and the firelight reflected the faces of the men. Each of them looked a bit hideous and terrifying.

In the entire courtyard, except for the slight beeping sound when the fire burns and the low sound of insects in the corners of the wall, there is a silence.

My eyes crossed the yard and looked into the distance, and I saw the night sky was vast and the galaxy was shining.

In the night, under the starry sky, the mountains are rising and falling, stretching endlessly, like silent gods.

Where did these bastards bring me?

What exactly do they want to do?

A cold night wind blew, and the fire swayed. Yang Xu couldn't help but shivered, but he also woke up much more.

There are no shooting equipment around, no other props or staff, this is not like a crew...

Look at the dozen men surrounding him, all of whom were ferocious and fierce in their eyes. Their eyes were full of suspicion and hostility. How could they look like an actor?

A bad feeling suddenly arose in Yang Xu's heart, and a heart hangs high.

"Who are you...?"

Yang Xu forced himself to calm down and told himself not to be afraid, but the slight trembling voice betrayed his mood at this moment.

"This is Yangjiazhai, we are the people in the village... You don't have to be afraid. As long as you are not a spy from Beihu, we will politely let you leave."

The one who spoke was the thin and tall man with clear and sharp eyes. Seeing Yang Xu's appearance of being stern and compulsive, he couldn't help but laugh.

"You are not filming?"

Yang Xu swallowed his saliva and asked in a dry voice.

"Film? What does it mean?"

The tall and thin man frowned and asked.

In his eyes, the man who was caught by them had extremely strange hairstyles and clothes, and his accent was also a bit strange. Even if he was not a spy from Beihu, he was quite suspicious. He had to figure out his identity and origin before he could decide whether to let him go.

"Nothing... Where does your Yangjiazhai belong to?"

"Among Jinyang County."

"Where does Jinyang County belong to?"

"Among Ningwu Mansion."

"Where does Ningwu Mansion belong to?"

"Among the State of Zhao."

"Which emperor is in power today?"

"Qinglong... we all know about these things, but you don't know about them?"
To be continued...