Chapter 3, Where Am I

This is simply the most absurd thing Zhu Dapeng has ever encountered since he began keeping records! In this unfamiliar world, these people are clearly a group, and he himself is the opposite of all of them. How could he possibly be threatened by such clumsy tactics?

"Eliminate corrupt officials, achieve wealth equality! Real men, follow me!"

Red Turban Army, Red Turban Army. The Red Turban Army that drinks talisman water, impervious to swords and spears

Strange surroundings, unfamiliar crowds, speaking in a strange and peculiar dialect, constantly chattering away. Some speak harshly, while others feign pity, yet their purpose is the same: to free the one who has been captured.

"Sorcery! He used the sorcery of the Maitreya Sect!" Mr. Bow King, standing at the far left, suddenly shouted as if he had discovered some monumental secret, dropping his wooden bow and fleeing in panic. Two streams of warm urine cascaded down his pant legs.

He ran quickly, but Zhu Dapeng chased even faster. In the blink of an eye, the tip of the knife was already aimed at his back. Poor Mr. Su was so frightened that his soul nearly left his body; his legs went weak, and with a "thud," he fell down in a disheveled manner. He crawled forward a couple of steps, hands raised high, pleading, "Spare my life!"

However, when he instinctively grabbed the knife with the remnants of his instincts and lifted the guy who was urinating on his face, the entire world instantly transformed!

Before going to sleep, I was still playing games by the computer, leading a group of online followers to wreak havoc. Upon waking up, I found myself lying on the ground, transformed into some sort of old man! Moreover, a strangely dressed, foul-smelling man was urinating on my face! Such a situation is intolerable, even for the most patient of people.

"Murder! Murder! The demon of the Maitreya Sect is killing people in the street!" Bai Yuan and the little prisoners, who had run off to a distance, happened to see this scene and shouted at the top of their lungs, their voices hoarse.

The torrent of destruction swept everything away in an instant. The sounds of crying, pleading, cursing, the clash of swords and guns, and the collapse of buildings quickly became the main theme of the evening, plunging all who heard it into madness.

Spare me! These two words and the corresponding action are universally understood in both the north and south, recognized by all. Zhu Dapeng slammed on the brakes but couldn't stop in time, nearly stepping directly over Mr. Su's back. Fortunately, his physical coordination tonight far exceeded that of usual. At a critical moment, he leaped into the air, covering a distance of more than half a zhang, and landed steadily just a few inches above Mr. Su's head. He then swiftly turned around, pressing the tip of the knife down, pointing it at Mr. Su's nose, and shouted: "Don't move! If you move again, I will really stab you!" At a critical moment, he leaped into the air, covering a distance of more than half a zhang, and landed steadily just a few inches above Mr. Su's head. He then swiftly turned around, pressing the tip of the knife down, pointing it at Mr. Su's nose, and shouted: "Don't move! If you move again, I will really stab you!"

"Enough with the nonsense! Where is this place? What are you all doing here?" Zhu Dapeng, feeling impatient, pointed the tip of his knife forward and continued to press for answers

Kill! Kill the Tartars! Welcome Lord Li into the city!

In an instant, countless people were shouting loudly, their rough hands gripping sharpened wooden sticks, rushing out from the lowly thatched cottages, converging into a torrent of destruction

Only Mr. Li remained, still thinking about avenging his nephew, trembling as he nocked an arrow on the bowstring. Zhu Dapeng, who had completely lost track of whether this was a game or reality, would not give him any more chances. In just a few steps, he rushed forward, using the momentum of the pig-killing knife to stab at the man's chest. "Puff," the blade pierced through the gap between the ribs, directly leaving Mr. Li feeling utterly cold.

This is Xuzhou City, the capital of the Xuzhou Prefecture in the Henan Jiangbei Province during the Yuan Dynasty! Suddenly realizing that Zhu Laonian is now possessed by Maitreya Buddha and may not be aware of worldly matters, Mr. Su continued to add information in quick succession like pouring beans. "The Mule and Horse Alley in the southwest of Xuzhou City! Maitreya, what has happened to you? Sir, your knife, oh my, spare me!"

When faced with sudden blows or incomprehensible events, individuals often instinctively numb themselves. This was the case for Zhu Dapeng in the autumn of 1951.

"Kill the Tartars, kill the corrupt officials, but do not harm the common people!" The common folk, who usually dared not even breathe in front of Mr. Wang, at this moment seemed to be transformed, raising their voices and loudly repeating. They then followed the strong man, turning towards the next street corner

Run quickly, run quickly, Zhu Laonian has stabbed both Ma Kongmu and Mr. Li

"Sir, I did not know you were the Lord of the Maitreya Sect!" Mr. Su thought his accent had caused a misunderstanding, so he quickly twisted his tongue and adopted the accent from the Dadu and Yongping regions to add, "If I had known you were the Lord of the Maitreya Sect, even if I had three more lives..."

After a brief moment of distraction, he, with an astonishingly skilled motion that even he could hardly believe, pulled the troublesome butcher's knife from Mr. Li's corpse. Gripping it, he chased after the nearest person from hetushu.com, shouting in an extremely awkward Mandarin as he ran: "Stop! Don't run! If you keep running, I will unleash my ultimate move!"

Immediately following, a series of crisp sounds of "bang bang bang" echoed as three arrows shot through the air from behind. Two of them struck the corpse of the large man, while the last one hit Zhu Dapeng squarely in the left shoulder

In an instant, Zhu Dapeng could no longer think about where he was. He jumped up and charged directly at Mr. Li, Mr. Su, and another archer from the yamen who were shooting arrows.

Thus, the dream transformed into a game, and everyone else became NPCs. However, the Boss in the game surprisingly did not drop any equipment after being defeated

Clang! The butcher's knife that had already been thrust under his eyelids suddenly fell to the ground. Looking at Zhu Laonian, he seemed to be instantly drained of all his strength, collapsing softly. His eyes stared blankly ahead as he murmured, "Xuzhou, how did I end up in Xuzhou? I was still at home in Handan when I went to sleep last night. No, something must be wrong, it must be..."

As he had anticipated, the arrow shot into his body did not hurt at all. However, those who were killed in the dream had blood that was surprisingly bright red

Run, run! Zhu Laonian is the undercover agent of Zhima Li, the officials have rebelled! The neighbors who had previously attempted to assist the Ma Kongmu in capturing Zhu Laonian are running even faster, spreading their conjectured 'facts' as they flee.

"Kill the Tartars, spare the common people!" Several white officials and minor jailers, who were hiding in the doorways of the common people's homes to avoid disaster, were also alerted and shouted as they jumped out. Some tore open their dark red garments worn close to their bodies, while others ripped bloody strips of cloth from the corpses of the deceased and clumsily tied them around their heads. Then, they picked up iron rulers, whips, and wooden sticks again, surrounding Zhu Laonian as if he were a general returning victorious, continuing to shout loudly, "Kill the Tartars, spare the common people!" "Kill the Tartars, spare the common people!" "Kill the Tartars, spare the common people!" They picked up iron rulers, whips, and wooden sticks again, surrounding Zhu Laonian as if he were a general returning victorious, continuing to shout loudly, "Kill the Tartars, spare the common people!" "Kill the Tartars, spare the common people!" "Kill the Tartars, spare the common people!"

Under the dark red sky, Zhu Dapeng remained oblivious to the surrounding noise. There had been killings, and as many as six or seven at once. Although in past virtual games he had eliminated enemies by the millions, never had he felt anything like the stark reality of tonight's events.

However, he cannot spit now. He must figure out where he is. Why did that deceased fat man claim to be a Maitreya follower? What is the relationship between this place and the People's Republic of China? How can he find a way to send himself back?

"Don't move, don't move!" Mr. Su felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, raising his hands high in a zombie-like manner, "Grandpa, spare me, spare me for the sake of Grandpa of the Maitreya Teachings!"

Maitreya Buddhism, drink clear water, eat green vegetables, chant the Buddha's name, and be impervious to knives and guns. Reflecting on the unfounded charges that were forcibly imposed on Zhu Laonian by Ma Kongmu in his previous life, the Vice Hall Master of the Maitreya Buddhism Great Wisdom Branch! Mr. Su also felt weak all over, threw his bow and arrows to the ground, and followed in Mr. Wang's footsteps.

Moreover, these strangers do not even understand the most basic negotiation skills, and the outcome of releasing people still leads to inevitable death. What is even more infuriating is that the nearly square-shaped, blue-eyed fat man dares to threaten me with the lives of other strangers!

The blood is sticky, splattering on the face while still warm. The enemies will be frightened; after killing a few of the leaders, the rest will scatter in panic, rather than charging forward as in previous games to provide experience points. The expressions of each opponent just before death are incredibly lifelike, and they may even lose control of their bowels, the foul odor making one feel as if they might vomit their own intestines.

The warrior views the archer as a close-combat fighter, which is the true path to mastery. Years of gaming have ingrained a fixed mindset in his thinking.

"Indeed, it is a follower of the Maitreya teachings!" Mr. Su, unfortunately targeted by him, stumbled a couple of steps, his legs moving even faster. "Heaven have mercy, I actually spoke in his defense just now. This is disastrous; even if I escape with my life tonight, I won't be able to explain myself when the authorities come after me later. Oh heavens, what sins have I, Su Mingzhe, committed to have brought upon myself this trouble of family extermination and confiscation of property!"

"Kill the invaders, kill the corrupt officials, do not harm the common people!" In the twilight, it is unknown how many voices are responding loudly. Countless flames were ignited within the city of Xuzhou, illuminating the entire city as bright as day.

"Kill the invaders, but spare the common people!" In an instant, Mr. Su shouted as he lifted his outer robe, tearing off two strips of cloth from his somewhat worn red garment. One strip he wrapped around his own head, while the other he handed to Old Zhu.

Ah! Zhu Dapeng jumped in pain, pulling the feathered arrow down to the ground. He was bleeding, it hurt so much, and his head began to spin. There was surprisingly no red or blue potions to consume in his pocket! Meanwhile, the guy he had just kidnapped, along with two others dressed similarly, were trembling as they drew their bows. A group of ragged individuals behind them brandished wooden sticks and whips, making a fuss.

Maitreya has left? Mr. Su was taken aback, secretly murmuring to himself. He had previously seen others invite deities, and when the deity departed, the state exhibited by the shaman was almost identical to that of Old Zhu now.

Boom! Like half a bowl of cold water splashed into a hot oil pot, countless figures suddenly leaped out in the desolate and silent twilight. They stumbled and dashed about like headless flies.

Since the deity has departed, do not blame Su for being impolite! Countless ideas flashed through his mind in an instant. Mr. Su determined that the best choice was still to take the opportunity to stab Old Zhu to death, thus redeeming himself for his sins. He stole another glance at the distracted Old Zhu, covering his right hand with his sleeve, his fingers slowly inching toward the handle of the knife, three inches, two inches, one inch

"Please spare my life, sir. I have an elderly mother who is eighty years old and an infant who has not yet been weaned at home!" Mr. Su was startled and blurted out a plea for mercy. After saying this, he realized that it seemed to be off-topic. He quickly bowed his head again and, in a flustered manner, added, "I am just an archer in the yamen, and I only obtained this position last year. I have never done anything wrong, or rather, I have not had the chance to do anything unethical! Amitabha, please spare my life!"

As a seasoned tech enthusiast, his method is quite simple: he tests whether shooting an arrow at himself hurts. If it hurts, he will be jolted awake by the sensation of pain. If it does not hurt, it indicates that he is indeed dreaming, and he can still wake up smoothly.

Sesame Li and his soldiers have entered the city

"Fellow villagers, do not be afraid. The Red Turban Army only kills the Tartars, the corrupt officials, and does not harm the common people!" A strong man with a red scarf wrapped around his head proudly raised the iron ruler he had just seized and shouted loudly

Just as the task was about to be successfully completed, a sudden scream pierced the air. I looked up abruptly and saw my former colleague, Mr. Wang, who had fled earlier, being pursued by a burly man with a red scarf wrapped around his head, accompanied by a group of townsfolk, as if they were hunting a wild dog. A brick struck him down to the ground, and with clubs raining down, he was silenced in an instant

As if in response to the chaotic shouts, thick smoke suddenly surged up from both the east and west sides of the city along Zhuque Street. Flames leaped out from the courtyard, carrying an eerie red hue, shooting straight into the sky

Maitreya Buddhism? Zhu Dapeng was taken aback, completely bewildered. His ears and tongue had gradually adapted to the new environment, and he could miraculously understand the words spoken by the people here, communicating with them in a similar tone. However, his thoughts could not keep pace no matter what.

Dreams are colorless. Unless there exists another world within the dream. When a person self-narcotizes to the extreme, all thoughts revolve around assumptions

On August 16, 1351, the sesame merchant Li, along with eight brothers and nine thousand righteous men, captured the important town of Xuzhou on the southern bank of the Yellow River, causing a great stir throughout the realm

The three archers were somewhat bolder, aiming another round of arrows at Zhu Laonian's chest. However, the archers' aim was truly poor; in their haste, the arrows they shot did not even manage to disturb a single hair on Zhu Laonian's body

This is not a joke, not a dream, nor a game. So where exactly am I? Before Zhu Dapeng's brain cells could concoct a fourth answer, shouts of killing once again echoed behind him: "Catch the demon hunter!" "The demon hunter seeks revenge for Makongmu!" "Demon, if you do not lay down your weapons, prepare to die quickly!"

Upon seeing Zhu Laonian, covered in blood and wielding a butcher's knife, charging towards them, Bai Yuan and the young jailers, who had been cheering him on, were utterly terrified. They immediately dropped their whips and wooden clubs and fled in panic.

One by one, the roadblocks are brought down, regardless of wealth or status. Gates of courtyards are smashed open, irrespective of their grandeur or simplicity. Houses are set ablaze, making it impossible to distinguish between thatched cottages and those with blue bricks and green tiles.

At that moment, his first reaction was that someone was playing a prank, designing a scene reminiscent of the movie "The Truman Show," and preparing to watch him make a fool of himself. However, after spending some time, he realized that all the strangers did not seem to be acting, and the surroundings were too realistic. Zhu Dapeng then self-hypnotized into believing that he was dreaming. Everything before him was a dream, and as long as he could identify the difference between the dream and reality, he could immediately walk out of the dream.

"Stop talking nonsense, where is this? Quickly tell me where this is!" Zhu Laonian's eyes grew increasingly red as he fixed his gaze on Mr. Su, the tip of the knife pressing down relentlessly.