After searching the room casually and not finding any useful clues, Zheng Gan pushed the door open and left.

Stepping out of the door, there is a dark and narrow alley.

At the entrance of the alley, a group of people in tattered clothes and with dejected expressions were looking at him cautiously.

The soldiers had introduced to Zheng Gan that these people were those who were unwilling to work hard to build their homes.

They are marginalized by society and can only survive in this dark corner without receiving any care or help from anyone.

Zheng Gan had tried to use the power of soul resonance to transform them into fanatics, but failed without exception.

Their hearts seem to have been eroded by time and are no longer able to accept any form of redemption.

After passing through several deep alleys, Zheng Gan's footsteps suddenly became heavy and he slowly stopped.

His gaze fell on the front, and the figures of Tang Jingye and others were reflected in his pupils.

His brows were furrowed, and an inexplicable panic surged in his heart.

Just now, he firmly believed that this area was a forbidden place where one could not peek into other people's memories. However, the people who appeared before him made him begin to doubt his judgment.

Zheng Gan took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil.

However, when he stood in front of everyone, Tang Jingye asked in a slightly puzzled tone.

"Uncle, what can I do for you?"

"Uncle?"

Zheng Gan was stunned, confused, and asked tentatively.

"Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you before."

Tang Jingye nodded and replied.

"Yes, we've just been here for a while and we're going to walk around and get to know the place."

Before he finished speaking, he turned his gaze to Zheng Gan and asked with some curiosity.

"Uncle, how long have you been here?"

Just as Zheng Gan was thinking about how to answer, a burst of chaotic footsteps broke his thoughts.

He looked up and saw a group of people also dressed in warrior costumes striding towards him.

Their eyes swept over Zheng Gan unscrupulously, with an indescribable scrutiny and provocation.

At the same time, he keenly noticed that around the corner not far away, there was a man who looked like a soldier secretly peeking at this side.

"Hey, old man, are you a samurai?"

A voice broke the silence, with a hint of teasing and provocation.

Zheng Gan raised his eyebrows slightly, but his voice was full of calmness.

"What does it have to do with you whether I'm a samurai or not?"

The warrior obviously did not expect Zheng Gan to respond in this way. A trace of surprise flashed across his face, and then his expression darkened, as if anger was burning in his chest.

"Of course it does matter. If you're not a samurai, you can't wear samurai clothes. It's blasphemous to us."

Zheng Gan smiled gently, his fingers stroking the delicate patterns on the samurai uniform, and finally landing on the samurai sword at his waist, his voice calm and firm.

"So, do you want to try it?"

He looked directly at the warrior, a light in his eyes that should not be underestimated, and a hint of expectation.

The warrior and his companion on the opposite side first laughed out loud, as if they were mocking Zheng Gan's courage and confidence.

However, the laughter suddenly stopped, and their faces instantly became cold and serious, as if covered by a layer of frost.

The warrior stared at Zheng Gan and said in a low and powerful voice:

"Since you're so insistent, I'll grant your wish. However, if you lose..."

Before he could finish his words, Zheng Gan interrupted him.

"Come on, don't give yourself so much drama."

Zheng Gan gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, stiffened his body, and made a gesture to draw the knife.

At that moment, he seemed to be back home, wielding the sword alone, and the familiar touch and power surged into his heart.

After being interrupted by Zheng Gan, the other party did not continue to talk to himself like the NPC in the setting.

He slowly took off the clothes on his body and threw them to his companion beside him. His action revealed a determination that could not be ignored.

Seeing this, the others took a few steps back, leaving a wide open space.

Tang Jingye and others also remained silent tacitly, joined the crowd of onlookers, and waited quietly for the next contest.

The two stood face to face, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

The warrior gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, his eyes firm and sharp. He took a deep breath and swung the sword down suddenly. A sharp blade light came straight towards Zheng Gan.

Zheng Gan did not show any fear in the face of this devastating blow.

He held his breath, took a steady step forward, leaned forward slightly, and quickly and forcefully drew out his katana with his right hand. The blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight as he swung it out.

"Draw your sword and slash!"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Zheng Gan didn't know what this so-called "sword-drawing and slashing" move was. He only knew that at this moment, he had to concentrate all his strength on this sword.

Swing the sword quickly, strike steadily, and cut accurately.

Relying on his physical fitness, he made full use of this knife.

As swift as the wind, starting later but arriving first.

Zheng Gan's knife drew a dazzling arc in the air and struck the opponent like lightning.

"Swish!" A soft sound.

The samurai sword accurately slashed across the opponent's waist, leaving a shocking wound in an instant.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining Zheng Gan's blade red and splashing all over his clothes.

The warrior was in excruciating pain. He covered his wound, wailed, and tried to stuff his intestines back into his stomach.

However, the wound was too deep, and blood and internal organs continued to flow out, and there was no way to stop it.

The warrior wailed and kept stuffing his intestines back into his stomach.

Zheng Gan watched all this indifferently, without a ripple in his heart.

The scarlet blood and the strong smell of blood reminded him of this.

Everything in front of me is real, and these people are not illusions.

He took a deep breath, shook the blood off his katana, and rushed towards the next enemy again.

In Zheng Gan's eyes, since the storm has already started, it would be better to let it come even harder.

Perhaps, the target will appear in front of him soon.

When Zheng Gan's sword flashed again, a shocking blood mark appeared on the neck of a warrior.

The remaining warriors finally woke up from their dream and began to fight back.

However, when those warriors really started to fight back, they showed their impressive strength.

They are agile and their moves are sharp, and every blow is full of power and skill.

"Dang!" The blades collided and sparks flew.

Zheng Gan quickly adjusted his pace, avoided the opponent's attack, and slashed at the waist of one of the warriors with his backhand.

The warrior did not expect Zheng Gan's counterattack to be so swift. He had no time to dodge and was cut with a deep wound on his waist. The pain was so severe that he could hardly stand.

Zheng Gan did not give the other party a chance to breathe. He took the opportunity to attack again and killed the warrior completely.