early morning.
On the narrow path, Ye Zhan walked first, his hands and upper body bound by a golden vine.
The mountain forest was covered in dew, and Lin Shu hunched her shoulders, feeling terribly cold. She exclaimed, "It's so cold in the mountains!"
Jiang Xiaowan glanced at her short skirt and ripped top, "You look pretty cold in this outfit, and it's not very convenient for fighting. Do you have any clothes to change into?"
Lin Shu: "I can't bear to lose my points."
Jiang Xiaowan: "You still have to spend money, but your legs are sticking out. What if a hand pops out of the bushes and grabs you?"
Lin Shu agreed, so she reluctantly bought a pair of trousers and, with the help of Jiang Xiaowan and Yao Shu covering her up, put them on directly.
Fu Guan turned around and said, "You three run a few steps, don't fall behind."
"Here it comes." Lin Shu took a step forward, stepping onto the thick layer of fallen leaves. Beneath the fine layer of leaves, a small beetle that had been shaken off her trouser leg was crushed under her foot.
At the front of the group, Shi Jinzhe holds the item [Guiding Pointer], places a small piece of bone finger in the middle of the pointer, and selects the [Directional] function.
After taking only two steps, Shekh flicked away the bones, and the wildly spinning pointer stopped.
"The pointers are out of order, and we're standing on bones."
Fu Guanzai: "The props have failed, and finding a beekeeper in the vast mountains is going to be very difficult."
Huang Yingzong said worriedly, "If we can't find a beekeeper, we'll have to spend the night in the open in the mountains, which is too dangerous."
When Shekh was alive, he would fold his palm and write, "[Do you have a solution? If not, I'll flatten the mountain.]"
"Yes, there are bones all over here, you don't need to transform into your original form."
If I get dirty and upset her, I'll have to scrub myself when I get back.
Shi Jinzhe closed his eyes, then opened them again. His dilated black pupils magnified his vision, piercing through the dense forest and reaching ten kilometers away.
Fu Guan grew increasingly curious about his skills and took a step closer to observe his eyes more closely.
Shekh turned his head and stared at him silently.
Fu Guan pretended to raise his hand to rub the back of his neck, saying, "I'm tired from walking, I'm going to stretch my neck."
"I've got it."
The selected pointer's "Safety" function will immediately redirect the route.
The forest was deathly silent. Apart from Ye Zhan at the front, the others walked in pairs, constantly communicating with those around them.
Shi Jinzhe: "Now there are only four of us left who haven't experienced a life-threatening crisis, so we need to be extra careful."
Fu Guan grumbled to himself, "It's not me who's deaf, so why are we the ones who keep writing? I can't even imagine what my death will be like."
"Scumbags are usually the favorites of female ghosts." Ye Zhan said bluntly, having given up all hope.
Fu Guan was sarcastic, saying, "A brat like you usually brings this on yourself; you bring it on yourself."
Shekh wrote to Shi Jinzhe: "[It's good that you're deaf.] You don't need to listen to this nonsense."
"Oh no, I haven't heard your voice in a long time."
"It'll only be four days. You'll hear it once you get out."
Shi Jinzhe could only see her mouth moving: "...I can't hear you."
"If you can't hear me, then stop listening."
...
The ten-kilometer mountain road was no problem for the experienced hikers. When they saw the wooden beehives, only three hours had passed since they entered the mountains, and it was still morning.
Weeds grew in abundance at the entrance of the simple wooden hut. Sheh pushed open the beekeeper's dwelling, where cobwebs were everywhere and the thick dust felt like stepping on a soft carpet.
Fu Guan fanned away the dust: "Cough, this place doesn't look like anyone lives here."
"This is it."
Shekh grabbed the folded clothes and wiped them clean, finding a large bloodstain under the thick layer of dust.
There were many knife marks on the wooden floor, and one area of the floor was almost completely hacked apart, with congealed black blood seeping down. There, Shekh found a gun muzzle and a rusty bullet casing.
She asked Shi Jinzhe: "[What kind of gun is this?]"
After examining it for a while, Shi Jinzhe shook his head: "I've never seen it before, I don't recognize it."
Lin Shu: "Let me see."
Shi Jin handed it to her, and Lin Shu used a flashlight to examine the bottom of the bullet. She could barely make out a few letters and numbers on the rusty casing. She measured it with a ruler and found it to be 6.5mm, still a rifle bullet.
"I don't know what the historical process of your division is like, but this bullet is very similar to a type of gun that appeared in my world a hundred years ago, called the Type 38 rifle, which is commonly known as the Type 38 Arisaka."
Shi Jinzhe listened to Shehe's translation, frowned slightly, and turned to ask Lin Shu, "Which world region are you from?"
Lin Shu reported the numbers, and Sheh wrote down, "[Just like Jiang Yi, she's in the same world as us.]"
Fu Guan, realizing what was happening, asked, "You're from the same world?"
Shekh: "That should be true."
“That’s quite unexpected.” Lin Shu put down the spent cartridge. “I live in Southeast Asia and don’t pay much attention to players in China. I recognize this because they have everything there. You can find quite a few of these old things. Many collectors go there specifically to find these antiques, so I know some of them. The Type 38 rifle was the most commonly used gun by the enemy during the war.”
Shi Jinzhe remembered the time he had seen on the tombstone, and the missing key point was filled in, which immediately connected the background of the story.
Having organized his logic, he still let Sheikh speak for him.
"The background of this novel is very similar to the course of our world history. So the background of this story is that six hundred years ago, the Yu family built Banshan Bao Temple for Mingpei. More than five hundred years ago, Yu Qiongzhi passed away. One hundred years ago, the flames of war spread to Banshan Town again. The Yu family was so rich. This time, without Yu Qiongzhi and her son Yu Shuang, they could not escape the fate of being looted. That's why the old Yu family house was abandoned and dilapidated."
“There is still time. The people in the town, the furnishings in that little villa, and the fact that no new graves have been built since 1935 mean that their way of life is still the same as it was a hundred years ago. But look at the beekeeper’s house; it hasn’t been affected.”
Shi Jinzhe wiped a speck of dust from his finger. “The Yu family mansion is the same; there are traces of the passage of time there. Outside of Banshan Town, time is normal.”
"So the real background of this story is that a cunning fox spirit tricked eight middle school students into a strange town where time had stopped." Qian Chang clicked his tongue. "So, were the people we met in Banshan Town even human?"
Huang Yingzong: "...It's hard to say."
Fu Guan covered his nose with the back of his hand. "Let's look for any other new clues."
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