Chapter 2 Carrying a person home, the soul travels to another world

Liu Mingan picked up the person and walked to the east end of the town to find the person he was looking for.

"Third uncle, have you delivered firewood to Fusheng Restaurant?" Liu Mingan looked at the gray-haired old man and greeted him politely.

The old man turned around and saw him, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face: "It's Mingan, I've delivered firewood and am going back to the village. Hey, why are you carrying a girl?"

Liu Mingan smiled embarrassedly: "That's why I came to you. I want to trouble you to take us back in a bullock cart."

Lotus Village is forty miles away from Lingshan Town, and it takes two hours to walk there. It would be fine if he was alone, but now he was carrying a person, and taking a bullock cart back was the best choice.

The third uncle smiled heartily, said "Let's go", and asked Liu Ming'an to get on the cart.

The ox cart was used to pull firewood, and it only had two wheels and a wooden board. Liu Ming'an sat down after getting on the cart, letting the unconscious girl lean on his arms.

"Where did you get this girl?" The third uncle asked curiously while driving the cart.

Liu Ming'an knew that the old man was a nosy person, so he didn't want to hide anything and told him about the market.

The old man nodded after listening: "Oh, so you bought a wife. I don't know how long you have saved these three taels of silver, and now it's all spent. Don't count it, don't count it."

The old man obviously saw the girl's bruised face and the injuries all over her body. Who knows if she has other problems. It's really a waste to buy such a person with three taels of silver.

Liu Ming'an smiled and said nothing. He changed the topic and started chatting with his third uncle about other things, and they returned to the village.

The third uncle drove the ox cart to the door of his house. After Liu Ming'an got off the cart, he took out the few copper plates he had left and stuffed them into the old man's pocket.

"Hey, what are you doing? No, no!" The old man waved his hands and refused.

Liu Ming'an stuffed the copper plates into the old man's arms, then bent down and picked up the girl: "Third uncle, it's a little gift, please accept it."

"This child!" The old man watched him carry the person into the house, turned around with the ox, and went home.

Liu Ming'an carried the person into the house, put her on the only bed in the house, covered her with a quilt, and then sat at the table and looked at the figure on the bed quietly.

He bought the person on impulse. At that time, he had just sold his calligraphy and paintings, and with the money he had saved for a long time, he was planning to buy a set of four treasures of the study. Later, he heard some noise and went to take a look out of curiosity, just in time to see Master Zhao poking her wound with a stick.

He wanted to leave, but he saw her eyes. She was calm, stern, and alert. She was clearly in a situation where she had no choice but to be slaughtered, but she gave people the feeling of a lone and arrogant wolf, as if she would pounce on people and tear them to pieces the next moment.

This is a proud and strong woman. He thought to himself.

Perhaps it was the desolate feeling of a hero at the end of her life that Liu Ming'an could not watch indifferently as she died in the wild with her last roll of straw mat.

Forget it, forget it, don't think too much about it. Liu Ming'an stood up, walked to the bedside, and checked on her condition.

The girl hadn't woken up yet. She seemed to be unable to sleep well because of the pain, with her brows tightly wrinkled.

Liu Ming'an saw that her lips were chapped and had many small cuts, so he went to the kitchen and brought a bowl of water. Liu Ming'an held the spoon before he realized how to feed water to a sleeping person.

Liu Ming'an thought about it and thought that even if she couldn't drink it, it would be okay to wet her lips with water.

Who knew that as soon as the spoon touched the girl's lips, the unconscious person's eyes moved and she woke up slowly.

"You're awake?" Liu Ming'an was a little surprised. She woke up so quickly, which meant that her injuries were not serious.

The woman heard the movement and turned to look at him. Her eyes were full of coldness and death, without a trace of warmth, as if she was looking at a dead object, which made Liu Ming'an shudder.

"Would you like some water?" Liu Ming'an asked again, and put the spoon back to her lips.

The woman didn't move, her eyes fixed on him, as if she wanted to see him inside and out.

Liu Ming'an waited patiently for a moment, and finally, the woman opened her mouth and swallowed a spoonful of water. Liu Ming'an hurriedly scooped another spoonful and fed it to her. This time, the woman did not hesitate and swallowed it directly. One spoonful after another, until the whole bowl of water was fed.

"Are you hungry? I'll get you some food."

After Liu Ming'an finished speaking, he found that she was staring at him again, without any reaction.

She was so alert! Liu Ming'an couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and went to the kitchen with the bowl.

The kitchen was just across the wall. The woman listened to the noise made by him cooking, and began to carefully look at the environment she was in.

She was lying on the bed, with a coarse sheet under her and a quilt covered with washed-white linen. There was thatch above her head, wooden pillars, brick walls, a wooden table and a wardrobe next to the bed. She did not see any electrical appliances, tiles, or cement. This was a room completely far from modern.

Combined with the clothes she saw when she woke up and the long hair of the man just now, she realized that she had indeed come to another world.

She was killed by a bomb, and there should be no body left, so this scarred body was not hers. She became another person.

When Liu Mingan came out with a bowl of porridge, he saw the person on the bed had closed her eyes, as if she was asleep, so he asked softly, "Girl, are you asleep?"

The woman opened her eyes with a swish, turned her head and looked at him without blinking.

"Eat something." Liu Mingan sat down beside the bed and fed her a spoonful of porridge to her lips, just like feeding her water before.

She must have not eaten for a long time, her stomach was empty, and the feeling of hunger was stronger than the pain. She

opened her mouth and swallowed the porridge in her mouth. As soon as the food entered her mouth, she knew that this man was not very good at cooking. The porridge was vegetable porridge, and the vegetables should be those green vegetables, bitter and astringent, and the rice was not cooked, and there was a little raw in the middle.

It tastes so bad, she thought, and then she ate the whole bowl of vegetable porridge mouthful by mouthful. The hunger subsided, and she finally regained some strength.

After Liu Mingan fed her, he went to the kitchen to eat the rest. After cleaning up everything, he returned to the bed.

"Girl, what's your name?"

Name? She has no name, she only has a code name - N.

Or rather, she has had many names and identities, but those are all fake, all made up for the purpose of killing people better. People who live in the dark have no names. As a killer, only by not being remembered can they live longer.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Liu Mingan asked tentatively: "Can you speak?"

The woman moved her lips, but asked back: "Who are you?"

The voice was as cold as ice. She hadn't spoken for a long time and was a little hoarse.

Liu Ming'an was stunned for a moment, looked at the coldness in her eyes, and replied with a smile: "My name is Liu Ming'an."

"Where is this place?"

"Lotus Village under Lingshan Town."

"What time is it now?"

Liu Ming'an looked out the window: "The end of the Shen hour, almost the You hour."

"I'm not asking that," the woman changed her words: "I'm asking which dynasty and generation it is now? What year?"

Liu Ming'an was a little surprised that she asked this, but still answered truthfully: "It's the Daliang Dynasty, the thirteenth year of Chongming."

After saying this, Liu Ming'an saw the woman's eyes flicker, obviously thinking about something.

The Daliang Dynasty and the thirteenth year of Chongming were both things she had never heard of, and were not within the scope of history she understood. It seemed that this world was different from any dynasty she knew.