Wu Er's breathing was rapid, and as he watched the red light getting closer and closer, his body seemed to move on its own.

Although he was injured in the chest, he did not notice the pain; his whole body was numb and blank.

Just then, the humanoid monster that was coming towards him suddenly stopped.

"You little demon, how dare you cause trouble in a mortal city."

It was a rather feminine voice, so the speaker must have been a woman.

The voice came from behind the humanoid monster, indicating that there was a woman there.

"Phew~"

Wu Er's blank mind was brought back to its senses by this sound, but his eyes were still unfocused and his vision was still blurry.

"Run...run fast! That thing isn't human!"

He didn't hear what the woman said, nor did he see where she was. Wu Er just wanted the woman to run away quickly.

Even though he was dying, he was thinking about other people.

It must be said that Wu Er is somewhat kind, even too kind.

In modern terms, this could even be described as a saintly personality, a detestable saintly personality.

Although most people dislike this kind of saintly personality, is kindness itself wrong?

However, regardless of whether it is good or bad.

Kind people are often lucky.

In Wu Er's blurred vision, he no longer saw the red-eyed monster.

All that could be seen were streaks of light, flashing and blinking incessantly.

My ears were filled with a buzzing sound, along with a series of fighting sounds.

As more and more blood flowed out, Wu Er's face grew paler and paler, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred.

In this hazy state of consciousness, Wu Er seemed to sense someone walking up to him.

The person seemed to have a golden bell tied to their hand...

"Ding-a-ling~"

In a daze, Wu Er heard a bell ring, then closed his eyes and completely lost consciousness.

......

At midnight, the clouds parted and the fog dissipated.

The stars and moon in the sky quietly emerged from behind the clouds, and a drop of dew fell on the tender green grass on the ground.

"call......"

Heavy breathing came from below, and Wu Er, who had been lying unconscious on the ground, opened his eyes.

"Ah...heh..."

Two more inexplicable sounds were heard, perhaps because Wu Er felt too uncomfortable, so he groaned twice.

He frowned, covered his throbbing head with his hand, and then slowly got up.

Wu Er opened his sandy eyes and saw a hoe broken in two not far from him.

Then he looked down and saw his tattered clothes.

At this moment, Wu Er's mind had cleared up, and he was able to vaguely recall some things.

"I really hope this is just a nightmare..."

Shaking himself, Wu Er murmured these words.

Although everything that had just happened was like a nightmare, the broken hoe and the tattered clothes were telling him something.

This is not a nightmare...

However, whether it was a nightmare or not, Wu Er knew he was still alive.

He touched his bare chest, where his clothes were torn to shreds, but there wasn't a single wound on his chest.

This is strange.

Wu Er clearly remembered that his chest was slashed open and blood was flowing all over the ground.

"What a fantastic day, full of strange things..."

Wu Er rubbed his chest again, shook his head, and stopped thinking about it.

He was, after all, a time traveler, even if he was a useless otaku before he transmigrated...

But some people are still quite composed; at least they won't go crazy just because they've experienced some strange things.

I stood there for a while, catching my breath, and then calmly thought things through.

Wu Er felt he should go back to the small temple.

What time is it now? If we don't go back this late, those junior brothers and sisters will probably be crying their eyes out, right?

So Wu Er hurried towards the small temple.

But after taking only a few steps, Wu Er remembered something, so he took a few steps back and turned back.

He stepped back to the broken hoe and muttered to himself, "Well... even though it's broken, it can still be used if I fix it, right?"

This hoe cost a lot of money to buy, and even though I'm a poor person, I can't forget it no matter how afraid I am of it.

Indeed, poverty is the most terrifying thing...

Wu Er bent down, picked up a piece of the hoe in one hand, and hurried back to the small temple.

Perhaps out of fear, or perhaps because the bright moonlight made it a good time to travel.

Wu Er walked very fast, almost running, and in no time he had covered a great distance.

Then, after climbing the mountain, we arrived at the entrance of the small temple.

On the steps in front of the small temple, someone was sitting; this person was Xiao Mingmu.

At this moment, Xiao Mingmu rested his head on his hand, leaning against the dilapidated door frame.

His body was swaying back and forth, looking drowsy.

Wu Er, who had returned to the small temple, also saw Xiao Mingmu. Seeing him looking utterly confused outside the door, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

She whispered, "Why don't you come inside and wait... It's so cold outside at night, what if you catch a cold?"

Although Wu Er's footsteps were very light and his voice was soft, the night was so quiet that people could still hear him clearly.

Xiao Mingmu must have heard the sound, because he stood up in a daze.

"Hmm? Is that Senior Brother?"

Xiao Mingmu rubbed his eyes hard, forcing a bit of energy onto his tired face.

"It's me."

Wu Er responded, then tucked the two broken hoes to one side of his arm to free up one hand.

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