"Damn it, it's the seabed." In the pitch-black depths of the sea, Wang Han cursed, "Is this some kind of battle with water? River surface, sea surface, riverbed, now the seabed, it's getting worse and worse. Will it be lava next time?"
Surrounded by water, devoid of any aquatic life, and utterly dark, Wang Han, who had been to the seabed several times, immediately recognized it as the deep seabed.
"Scan. Through the wall." The next moment, Wang Han immediately scanned the planet, randomly selected a location, took a step, and disappeared into the hateful and pitch-black deep sea.
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"It seems this is an ancient world!"
The next moment, Wang Han appeared on a city wall made of piled-up mud. The wall was not high, less than six meters high, much like the city wall of a border town during the era of cold weapons. The city was filled with mud houses, with not many households, about a thousand. Most of the houses had sloping roofs, thatched with straw, while a few had tiled roofs.
People in the city were all dressed in Hanfu, but there were some differences between the Hanfu worn during the Three Kingdoms period and the Ming Dynasty.
"Who goes there?" A loud shout rang out from the city wall, and several soldiers dressed in Song armor and carrying long spears quickly ran over from the side.
"The Song Dynasty!" Wang Han glanced sideways, then vanished from the sight of the soldiers in a flash.
"This..." The soldiers who rushed over were all stunned as they watched the person disappear in the blink of an eye.
"It's a deity!" After a moment of stunned silence, one of the soldiers was the first to react. He immediately dropped his weapon, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed repeatedly, saying in a panic, "Forgive me, deity! Forgive me, deity! I didn't know it was a deity descending! Forgive me, deity!"
"Forgive us, gods!" The other stunned soldiers, upon hearing this, also came to their senses. They all knelt down and kowtowed, repeatedly pleading for forgiveness from the gods.
During the Song Dynasty, because the emperor was a devout follower of Taoism, and even gave himself the Taoist title of Daojun, the belief in gods and monsters was very strong among the people, and there were many believers.
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Night falls. The dilapidated temple, withered weeds, and abandoned doors and windows are carelessly discarded on the uneven muddy ground at the entrance.
Inside the temple, a thick layer of dust covered everything, cobwebs overlapped one after another, and tattered yellow canvas hanging from the roof beams was covered in dust. Many parts of the temple walls were collapsed and damaged, and moonlight shone through the roof. A broken offering table with a missing leg was placed on a toppled statue.
The autumn wind of the night blew into the temple through the cracks in the wall. A burly man, shirtless, barefoot, and with dark hairy legs, lay flat on the offering table, one hand behind his head, his eyes wide open like copper bells. He was asleep on the offering table, and if you listened closely, you could hear him snoring.
"Sleeping with his eyes open, what an interesting person. He must be someone who's been through a lot of adventures; I might be able to get a lot of information out of him."
Without a sound, Wang Han appeared next to the sleeping strong man, looked at him, and spoke softly.
At this moment, Wang Han was already dressed in his imposing black general's armor, a dragon-head mask covering his face, holding a thirteen-foot-long halberd, and carrying a double-bladed black iron bow on his back. This made Wang Han look extremely majestic and dignified. Because it was ancient times, Wang Han had deliberately dressed like this for ease of operation.
Unfortunately, two pheasants were still hanging upside down on Wang Han's halberd, which not only diminished its imposing aura but also gave it a somewhat Japanese-invading feel.
With a gentle wave of his hand, Wang Han caused several broken tables and chairs in the temple to fly to the center of the temple and pile up, with one of them landing at Wang Yan's feet.
"Snap!" With a light snap of his fingers, the pile of broken tables and chairs burst into flames, adding a touch of warmth to the autumn night.
Wang Han gently exerted force on his halberd, and invisible wind and water surged up his palm, slaughtering and cleaning the two thrashing pheasants in just a few seconds.
Wang Yan sat on a dilapidated stool, took down two cleaned pheasants, hung them on his halberd, and placed them over the fire to roast. With a flick of his free hand, several spice bottles and sesame oil appeared. With a few swipes, he spread the sesame oil evenly and sprinkled the spices evenly over the pheasants.
Before long, the aroma of roasted pheasant filled the dilapidated temple, an indescribable fragrance.
"Sniff, sniff, sniff." The burly man sleeping on the dilapidated altar sniffed hard. In his sleep, saliva involuntarily flowed down his cheeks, and his mouth moved involuntarily, as if he had already started eating in his dream.
"Ouch!" With a cry of pain, the burly man woke up, clutching his mouth. He had bitten his tongue.
"Who are you?" The burly man, now awake, noticed the firelight in the dilapidated temple and also spotted Wang Han roasting himself by the fire. Seeing that Wang Han was wearing imposing armor, he immediately asked warily, picking up the large knife beside him.
"What's your name?" Wang Han asked at the same time, bringing the roasted pheasant skewered on his halberd close to his mouth and taking a large bite.
"My name is Liu An." Seeing that Wang Han was wearing armor, the burly man assumed he was a government official and gave a false name.
“Water Margin? My name is Liu Tang, my nickname in the martial arts world is Red-Haired Devil.” Upon hearing this, Wang Han spoke. The moment the burly man spoke, the identification device had already identified him, even his real name.
"You're talking nonsense! I am Liu Tang, the Red-Haired Devil! You're called Liu Tang, so what's my name...?" Upon hearing this, although he didn't understand what the armored general in front of him meant, the burly man immediately retorted angrily. Halfway through his sentence, he realized his mistake and quickly shut up. At the same time, he quickly held the knife to his chest, guarding against Wang Han.
"So your name is Liu Tang. My name is Wang Han." Hearing Liu Tang's swear words, Wang Han was not angry. He tossed a roast chicken from his halberd to Liu Tang and said calmly, "I mean you no harm. Come sit down by the fire and eat with me."
Liu Tang, though a rough man, was not a particularly wicked one; he was just a straightforward and impulsive man. Straightforward people often make mistakes, whether unintentionally, passively, or without realizing they are making mistakes, influenced by the words of others. Moreover, Liu Tang also had a somewhat narrow-minded sense of justice.
Upon seeing the roast chicken tossed to him by Wang Han, Liu Tang quickly reached out his large, fan-like hand to catch it, but hesitated. After all, this man named Wang Han was wearing armor and was a government official. Although he wasn't a fugitive, he was a member of the martial arts world.
"I meant no harm, otherwise the time I spent roasting this chicken would have been enough for you to die a thousand times over," Wang Han said calmly without turning around. "Are you afraid?"
“Grandpa, I, Liu Tang, am not afraid.” Upon hearing this, Liu Tang immediately said, walked to Wang Han’s side, sat down on the ground, and saw Wang Han eating roast chicken. He then took a big bite of the roast chicken in his hand.
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(Due to an operational error, Chapter 470 was mistakenly posted before this chapter. My apologies, everyone.)
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