Wang Ting felt as if he could see thousands of soldiers. In the blink of an eye, he saw many ancient girls dancing in front of him. In an instant, a large group of people dressed in ancient clothes prostrated themselves at his feet and worshipped him. Then, many colorful clouds appeared. It was as if he had arrived in a strange world. In this world, he was actually flying freely like a god.
Wang Sheng: Wake up."
Wang Ting had a terrible headache. He struggled to open his eyes and saw many blurry heads.
She closed her eyes with all her might and opened them again. Only then did she see those blurry people clearly. She did not recognize any of them. Not only did he not recognize any of them, but they were also dressed strangely, as if they had returned to ancient times.
The people around them were like the people in ancient costumes they saw on television. Their hair was tied up in a bun and they were wearing long robes. Their clothes were loose and some of them had something tied around their waists that looked like hemp rope.
"Wang Sheng, you're finally awake. You've been unconscious for two days, and the villagers are all worried sick.”
One of the old men, who was about 60 years old, said.
Wang Ting felt even more pain when he saw this. Where was this? Why didn't he recognize any of them? Moreover, they were all dressed in strange shapes. "Wang Sheng, you should have some porridge to recover. Everyone should go back. Let Wang Tong accompany his brother so that Wang Sheng can recover as soon as possible.”
Under the old man's persuasion, everyone left one after another, leaving only a child of eighteen or nineteen years old standing in front of Wang Ting. Seeing that everyone had left, he turned around and picked up a bowl full of porridge from the table beside him. He said,"Brother Wang Sheng, have some food.”
Wang Ting was indeed hungry. He slowly sat up and took the bowl of porridge from the child in front of him.
" Pfft!" Wang Ting spat it out as soon as he took it. What kind of porridge was this? It tasted so bad that even pigs wouldn't eat it.
"Big brother! Are you feeling unwell?”
"No, don't worry!" Wang Ting saw that the other party was genuinely concerned and wondered if the other party was just so poor here and did not specially treat an outsider like him.
He was really hungry. Helplessly, he picked up the bowl and finished the porridge.
After drinking it, he carefully looked at the place. The house was not high and was built with stones of different sizes. The stone was not very tight and could be seen through the sunlight from the stones.
The floor of the room was also muddy. Other than his bed, there was only a table and a piece of furniture on the right side of the bed. The table was square, and it was a very primitive carpentry work. The bark on the table legs had not been peeled off, let alone tung oil or paint. The side of the table against the wall was filled with things like bamboo slips, and a few writing brushes were placed diagonally on the table.
This was the layout of the entire room.
"Your name is Wang Tong, right? Where is this place?”
"Brother Wang Sheng, you don't know your little brother. I'm Wang Tong, and this is your home!”
"Ah, my home!"
Wang Ting closed his eyes and recalled the scene in his memory.
His girlfriend's family in Han wanted them to work and live in Han. Because the woman was an only daughter and her family had assets of more than 100 million yuan in Han, as the sole heir of the assets, her family requested that they return to inherit the inheritance.
However, Wang Ting also had his own company in China, and he had his own familiar environment and connections, so he didn't agree. The two of them tried to persuade each other, but neither of them listened to the other.
In a fit of anger, he came out to drink. Perhaps they had drunk too much, but for some reason, the people at the neighboring table started to fight. There were three of them, and after a sharp pain in the back of their heads, they felt nothing.
Thinking of this, Wang Ting wondered why he had come to this strange place instead of the hospital.
However, he had never heard of such a place in the city he lived in. Wang Ting opened his eyes and looked at the child in front of him.
The child looked very simple, just like the children in his village who had never seen the world. His eyes were simple and even a little dull.
" You said it's my house. Tell me, how did I end up lying here? Why can't I remember anything?"
" Brother Wang Sheng, you went out hunting and fell down the mountain. Then you fell unconscious. Didn't you wake up after two days?"
"Wang Tong, I... I might not remember anything. Where do you think this is? Is it Qing Dao?”
"Qing Dao? This is the Wu Ling County, our Wang Family Village!”
"Ah! County? Wait, let me think!"
"Wu Ling County, why does it sound like an ancient place?。。。。
Could it be…I came to ancient times... Transmigration…F * ck…My girlfriend, my life in the 21st century, I haven't lived enough.。。。。。。。。。。。。!
After a long time, Wang Ting looked at Wang Tong and asked,"Do you know which dynasty we are in now?”
"Big Brother Wang Ting, this is the third year of the Great Han Dynasty. Brother, what's wrong? Wait a moment, I'll get grandpa to take a look at you.”
With that, Wang Tong turned around and ran out.
Wang Ting was really speechless. What the f * ck. What's the matter? No, could there really be a soul? Otherwise, how could there really be a transmigration?
After all, Wang Tong was a modern person. Although he knew that there was a phenomenon of soul collection in the countryside, which could not be explained by medicine, he was still an atheist.
Sigh, since he couldn't figure it out, he might as well not think about it. He slowly moved his head. It didn't feel that painful. There were no major problems with other parts of his body. There were a few bruises on his arms and legs, but it didn't affect his movements. She sat up with her head puffed up, slowly put on her shoes, and walked out of the door.
Looking up, he saw mountains outside. The village was built in a flat valley among the mountains. There were about seventy to eighty households. The houses were all built with stones. Although they were not high, they were well-arranged.
At the foot of the mountain opposite the village, there was a small stream flowing from east to west. It was like a paradise. Unfortunately, Wang Ting was currently in a state of chaos. No matter how good the environment was, he didn't feel anything.
At this moment, the child called Wang Tong was leading the old man that Wang Ting saw over.
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