Chapter 179 Chapter 179

Shamon is as famous as he said, but if he doesn't need to get rid of the weirdness and need to show his presence in front of others, if he wants to keep a low profile, it's better to change his image.

Among Qing Tong's many aliases, the one that is most remembered by people is the weird businessman Bai Yixin. Because of his identity, everyone in the world who knows his existence remembers his appearance so that they will not miss the opportunity to trade with Bai Yixin if they meet him outside.

The second is Shamon.

Although he only appeared a few times, the reason why more people remember Shamon compared to the faceless child without facial features, the smiling paper man, and the half-skeleton Kairet is first and foremost because of the weird live broadcast under the ancient tomb.

Whether it is to study the original state of the ancient tomb and the burial objects, or to be curious about the dialogue Yixin's "stocking" in the live broadcast room again, everyone will watch the strange recording of the ancient tomb repeatedly. The discussion about Shamon's identity has also brought him a lot of popularity, which is the popularity that many first-line actors in many countries would be jealous of.

Some people think Shamon is a monster, some people think Shamon is a human. But even if he is a human, no one knows which country he is from, what his background is, or how old he is.

Occasionally, someone would say something like 'This is XX that I know' or 'It's very similar to XXX', but in the end it was proven not to be true.

This mysterious man whose race and origin are unknown is gaining popularity.

Even if the popularity occasionally fades a little, there will immediately be some groundless topic to bring it back up.

It hasn’t been that long since the weird live broadcast in the ancient tomb, so the popularity may last for a while before it really cools down.

Or, once people know who Shamon is, the enthusiasm will probably die down.

But now most people still remember him clearly. When Shamon revealed his handsome face with short brown hair, both the tourists who were trapped here and the two American awakened people in front of them, Ethan and Wright, recognized him immediately.

"You are the awakener in the ancient tomb." Ethan's face darkened. "What do you want to do?"

"Nothing. I just can't stand seeing you guys being sneaky." Shamon said with a smile.

The middle-aged woman who had asked Ethan for help recognized Shamon immediately after seeing him. She excitedly stepped forward and said, "You are the awakened one, right? I remember you. Do you know how to leave here?"

"This is a strange land. If you want to leave here, you have to solve the core of the strange land." Shamon, the invisible son, was very kind to the middle-aged woman. "Be careful to stay where you are, or follow me. Don't run around. I will do my best to protect you."

"Really?" A group of people looked at him excitedly, "Thank you so much, young man, where are you from?"

Shamon smiled and said, "Keep it a secret."

The vest is not from any country. If you ask the soul, it is from China.

"It's so reassuring to have you here. Don't worry, we won't cause any trouble for you." An older man even took out an apple from his pocket and said, "Here, have an apple."

Shamon took it with a smile, and his hand turned into black mud in front of everyone. He swallowed the apple, and the crowd watching exclaimed in amazement.

He counted the tourists present, and there were seventeen people in total, excluding the two American awakeners. Most of them were young people like him, and a small number were older locals who came here for a stroll.

There aren't that many people, but it's hard to take care of everything.

Shamon pursed his lips slightly. The old man who had just given Shamon an apple saw his difficulty and sighed, "I'm almost seventy years old. If you can't take care of me, just leave me alone."

The middle-aged woman frowned beside him. She was not young anymore. She would be fifty in two years. At least she was quite old among tourists. Logically, she should be abandoned because she could not be taken care of in the critical moment. But selfishly, she did not want to die. She was not joking when she told Ethan that she had children waiting for her at home. Her son was sick, her daughter-in-law was busy with work, and she had a little grandson to take care of at home. She did not come to this scenic spot for fun today. She set up a stall to make money, selling some wooden carvings. There was no market for these things elsewhere, but they were easy to sell in the scenic spot.

I was packing up my stall and going home at noon, but I didn’t expect to get involved in this kind of thing before I had even gone far out of the scenic area.

In the end, the middle-aged woman did not say a word, but just followed Shamon in silence.

After confirming the number of people present, Shamon chose a direction and walked forward. The tourists trapped here followed him. The two awakened people from the United States looked at each other and followed him.

Regardless of whether their previous conversation on the phone was broadcast live, saving their lives was their top priority. Although they were awakened, they knew how powerful the Evil Realm was, and they would not joke about their lives for a little dignity.

How much is self-esteem worth in the face of life and death?

Shamon didn't care that there were two white-skinned Americans behind him and walked on the dark road.

After taking only two steps, he paused, and the people behind him also stopped and looked at him in confusion.

The moment Shamon stopped, the surrounding environment changed. The originally wide road and neat trees suddenly turned into a dilapidated dirt road, which was very narrow. There were low buildings on both sides, which were small wooden houses with stalls outside. It looked like a busy market for ordinary people.

Behind this noisy street are narrow alleys and ordinary tiled houses.

"What, what is this?" a little girl trembled, "Have we traveled through time?"

"Calm down, this is probably a scene from the past. It's always like this in the Uncanny Realm. You'll see scenes from a long time ago." Her companion whispered to comfort her, "Don't be nervous. Don't touch anything. It's okay."

But the last sentence is more about comforting myself than comforting my companions.

"Yes, don't touch anything and don't move." Shamon whispered, squinting his eyes and looking ahead.

There was a creaking sound approaching, and it sounded like wheels rolling.

In the darkness, there was a light swaying gently.

Someone behind him was about to shout, but the person next to him quickly covered his mouth. The person who wanted to scream made a short breath, and after realizing that he shouldn't make a sound, he also covered his mouth and huddled closely to the person next to him, trembling slightly.

The light got closer. It was a portable lantern. The owner holding the lantern was sitting on a donkey cart. There was cargo on the cart behind. The cargo was covered with a thick layer of cotton cloth, so no one knew what the cargo was transported by the donkey cart.

One donkey cart, two donkey carts, and finally four donkey carts appeared in front of Shamon and his companions. On each cart sat an old man wearing shabby and heavy clothes and a hat on his head. He held a lamp in one hand and hid the other hand in his sleeve.

Judging from the way the old man in the donkey cart is dressed, this clip from the past must have taken place in winter.

As soon as I had this thought, white snow began to fall from above my head. It actually started snowing.

A dark night, an ancient path, an old man driving a donkey cart, strange cargo, and small snowflakes.

It was as if they had really traveled back to ancient times and came to the streets of long ago.

But soon, the donkey cart arrived in front of Shamon and his companions, and they could see clearly the face of the old man holding the lantern on the donkey cart. It was a horrible face that was so dry that it had lost all moisture, and looked like a zombie.

Especially the eye sockets of that face were completely black, with no eyeballs.

Someone uttered a muffled groan and then covered his mouth tightly.

The people behind him were all ordinary people. All the weird things they had seen in their lives were seen through live broadcasts. This was the first time they had witnessed a weird incident in person, and they were not scared to death on the spot. Shamon admired their efforts.

I tried my best to cover my mouth and not make any sound. I was already doing a good job.

"Hey, asking for directions." The old man in the donkey cart in front opened his mouth, revealing his decayed gums. He looked at Shamon and asked in a hoarse voice, "Old Hu, room 35, which way is it?"

Shamon looked at the old man in front of him, then glanced at the goods on their donkey cart. He did not answer the question, but instead asked, "What are you delivering?"

The old man driving the donkey cart turned his head and stared at Shamon with his dark eyes.

At this moment, the air seemed to be stagnant. No one dared to speak. Even the sobbing sound from behind was silent.

After a while, the old man in the donkey cart finally spoke: "Send some of the produce from the farm. The master needs it. It's almost the end of the year."

"What's your surname?" Shamon asked again. "This area should be where common people live. Is there anyone who is rich enough to own a manor?"

This is true. Although the street where Shamon lives is in the inner city of Beijing and is also the old city, it was a place where ordinary people lived in the past, and there were no dignitaries. Even a few hundred years ago, this place was even in the outer city area, and it was not a place where rich people would choose to live.

If everything reflected in the strange realm comes from history, then everything we see now does not match history.

The old man in the donkey cart seemed to be stumped by Sha Meng's question. He stared at Sha Meng in silence for a long time before he slowly said, "The master lives in the west of the city. Here are some of the master's poor relatives from far away. We are here to deliver New Year's goods to those poor relatives."

To deliver New Year's goods to the poor relatives of an unfamiliar host, this explains why the old man in the donkey cart still asked for directions.

"The owner's surname is Li, a well-known surname." The old man in the donkey cart said again, and then suddenly his body began to tremble, "We are running out of time, we have to hurry up and deliver the goods, hurry up... "

"Go quickly? Why?"

"The New Year is coming."

"Half a day is fine."

"No, it's too late... It's too late..." The old man's body began to decay rapidly, and tiny soft-bodied creatures appeared in his dark eyes. He opened his rotten mouth, "You will die later... you will be killed." Killed together—"

The old man's voice gradually became more miserable. Just as he was going crazy, Shamon suddenly said, "Then I'll take you there."

The old man in the donkey cart stopped screaming, "Send us?"

"Yes." Shamon nodded.

His intuition told him that by following these old men driving the donkey cart, he would probably be able to reach the core of this strange area.

But considering that this strange domain is divided into several parts, it could also be... one of the cores.

Anyway, Bai Yixin has already passed away, so he doesn't need to worry.