Although I don’t know who the opponent is, and what the opponent wants to do, I at least have some confidence in my heart. Even the underworld dares to accept me. This is simply immortal. Then I am afraid of being furious. Besides, I have a big killing weapon that can scare ghosts. Thinking of this, I opened my right hand and kept shouting in my heart, "Short stick! Short stick!"

The moment my soul entered my body, the short stick was combined into one. Now, after calling for a long time, the miracle did not happen. It was still quietly inserted into the clothes on my back. There was no way to reach out and pull it out.

I felt that the short stick I held when I went to the underworld should be the soul of the short stick. I didn't expect that this short stick actually had a soul. I held my breath and exerted my strength all over my body, hoping to make the short stick light up, but my face was so purple that the short stick still had no reaction at all.

My intuition told me, ‘Maybe it will only shine when my soul is directly connected to the soul of the short stick. Maybe it is not just shining, but something even more magical should happen’. I don’t know if it will be like this. Anyway, with my current ability, it is impossible to do it.

However, I still discovered some abnormalities, and felt that there seemed to be a trace of vague connection between me and the short stick. This feeling was really wonderful, invisible or intangible, and it was completely a kind of intuition in my heart.

Since I can't figure out anything and can't do anything now, I simply put all the problems behind me and started to walk downstream along the river bank, hoping to find a string of money.

The road on the shore is really hard to walk. It is either a large area of ​​weeds or a muddy river beach. The dense weeds in the weeds grow taller than me. It seems that such scenes often appear in films and TV dramas that solve the theme. Generally, when the camera shakes here, you can always find a corpse or part of the corpse by digging the weeds.

Although I know I am a little overthinking, I am still a little scared when facing such a place. I guess the possibility of touching a corpse is very small, but the probability of hitting a ferocious beast is very high, which is also a fatal matter. If there are snakes inside, it would be even more terrifying.

When I thought of the long striped creature with scales all over my body, my scalp became a little numb. I really wanted to light the weeds to see if anyone would come to put out the fire. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a lighter on my body and wouldn’t drill wood to make fire like the ancients, so I had to give up the idea of ​​setting fire.

Although the river beach does not look as terrible as the weeds, it actually hides murderous intent, because it is very hard on the surface, but in fact it is just a thin hard shell like paper. The bottom is covered with black mud mixed with river water. You can directly sink your knees by stepping on it, and maybe it can sink deeper, but I dare not try again, and I will take a detour to these two places.

I don’t know if Qian Chuanzi is still soaking in the river or has been washed to the shore. If he has already arrived ashore, he should have come back along the river to find me, so I dare not go too far and try not to let the river surface leave my sight, otherwise it would be unfair if I missed it.

After walking for a while, the terrain on the shore began to gradually rise, from an endless wilderness to a rolling hill. The mountains here are relatively smooth and it is not very difficult to walk. Finally, I climbed to the top of a mountain. Looking at the distance made me feel a little more depressed.

Although there was no grass growing on the mountain, only soil and gravel were pedaling underneath, and a turbid river water flowed rapidly below, and the scenery was a little worse, but the air was fresh and there was no industrial pollution. At this time, if there was another backpack containing elbow flowers, sauce meat made by my grandma, and a large box of white rice, it would be perfect.

When I thought of what to eat, my stomach immediately 'gurgled' a few times. At this time, I not only wanted to find money skewers, but also wanted to find people living here to stutter. Since I came here, I saw either ghosts or strangers who treat people as food. No normal people saw it. If I was so hungry, I was afraid I would have to eat human flesh like a weirdo. "Is there anyone in this damn ghost place?" I shouted loudly in anger.

"Someone! Someone!" A sarcastic voice suddenly came from a distance. I didn't expect my shout to be responded to. I stood on the top of the mountain for a while and was completely stunned. After a long time, I came to my senses and immediately began to search in the direction of the sound, but what I saw was the bare mountains, and I didn't even see a mouse.

Just when I was wondering if it was because of hunger, three people's heads suddenly appeared on the mountain opposite. After walking a few more steps, the three men stood on the top of the mountain. Only then did I realize that I was not listening to it, but these three people were just on the other side of the hillside, and of course I couldn't see a mountain between them.

After arriving at the top of the mountain, the three men did not continue to walk forward, but stood there staring at me. They were observing me, so I naturally had to observe them. The mountains here are very small, and the straight-line distance between the two peaks is at most seventy or eighty meters. Although the details cannot be seen clearly at such a distance, the general appearance can still be seen clearly.

These three men are fat and thin, and they should be in their twenties. The fat man is about the same height as me. He stands in the middle with his shaved head. Two thin men stand on both sides, one on the left and one on the right. One of them is nodding at the fat man and saying something, while the other is standing beside him with a charming smile on his face. Although I can't hear what I'm talking about, from their attitude, it feels like the fat man should be the leader of these three people.

The three of them were wearing the ancient gray cloth clothes, and they were old and torn. Except for the fat man's clothes, the two thin men were wearing relatively complete clothes, and the clothes they wore were even patches and holes. They could hardly see the original color and style of the clothes. What puzzled me the most was that they were holding guys in their hands. The fat man was holding a knife in his hand, which was the same as the sheathed waist knife in martial arts dramas. There was actually a scabbard on his back, which looked quite like a green forest hero. However, the things in the hands of the two thin men were a little funny. They were actually holding farm tools, one with a hoe to the ground, and the other with a loose soil rake.

This combination is really a bit inappropriate. Although it doesn't look like a good person, I was a little unsure of what the three people on the opposite side did. At this time, these three people had already taken steps and walked towards me. However, when they walked from where they were standing, they needed to go down the mountain first and then go up the mountain. Although the three of them were very anxious, the journey was less than ten, and they would definitely not be able to finish it in twenty minutes. I simply found a flat stone and sat down, and watched them leisurely.

"Hey----Boy, my elder brother asked you to come down." A thin man shouted loudly while walking, "I'm so tired that I can't walk anymore, so you might as well come up." I replied loudly. Upon hearing this, the thin man's lips moved a few times, as if he was whispering something, but I couldn't hear it. Then they ignored me and just kept rushing towards me.

I sat on the top of the mountain and stared at the three people for a while, and felt it was a bit boring, and my mind began to get distracted again. At this time, I thought that the language of these people was the same as mine. In fact, I discovered this problem in the underworld. However, I just thought that people would look like that after they died, so I didn't think much about it. Now that I finally met a living person, I still spoke the same language with me, which is a bit strange.

Now it is almost certain that I have left the world where I have lived for more than ten years. The last slightest fantasy has long been shattered, but the world in front of me really surprised me. The people here are actually yellow people like me. Since I came here, although they have only seen these three living people in front of me, they have seen many ghosts, but they have not seen ghosts from other races. Even those monsters who eat people, although they are as dark as Africans, have an Asian face.

Then their language is the same as mine. At least no ghosts who speak English have been found yet. In addition, the clothes they wear are completely different from mine, but they are not unfamiliar with them. They look very similar to ancient styles.

If any historian could come here, he would definitely find more similarities. However, with my half-baked junior high school level, I can only find these at most, but these are enough to prove that there should be some connection between the two worlds.

As for why this connection occurs, this question is too mysterious. Of course I don’t know it. I guess even if I vomit blood, I can’t figure it out, so I had to comfort myself that I had not entered a world that speaks English, French or other languages. Otherwise, I would have to go to a language training school first and then take the CET-4 and CET-6 exams.

Just as I was thinking about it, the three people on the opposite side had already walked the entire journey. After I arrived here, the two thin men separated from each other, and the three of them appeared in semicircles to encircle me. At this time, I could finally see the details of them clearly. They looked abominable and had a fierce look. They were indeed not good people, but I was not afraid at all. At worst, I would fight. This is a sports that I like very much. Even if I can't beat them, I can run away. Anyway, I am immortal now, so what else can I be afraid of.

The three of them stood seven or eight meters ahead of me. Before they could stand firm, the fat man in the middle shouted fiercely, "I'm the mountain, I'm planting this tree, I want to pass by here and leave to buy wealth!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!