Chapter 1: Chu River

Haha! I actually encountered a film crew, I wonder if there are any stars I know..." Chu He's eyes sparkled with excitement as he hurriedly ran towards the fighting crowd ahead

Oh? Where have the director and ... gone

The others engaged in the conflict were taken aback by the sudden appearance of Chu He, and they all ceased fighting, looking at him with a mixture of confusion, instinctively tightening their grips on their weapons

Where is this place? ... Where exactly am I? ... ... Can anyone tell me? Where the hell am I?

deceased

Chu He crouched by the stream, filling his water bottle with the sweet and delicious stream water. He looked around and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

As Chu He approached, more than ten people had already fallen in pools of blood. Some even attempted to attack him with knives, but upon seeing Chu He dressed in casual attire, they inexplicably halted, their expressions tinged with panic as they retreated backward.

Puff

Is this mobile pet good or not? Uninformed! Still an actor? ... Damn it! ... ...

The visibility was less than five meters due to the thick fog, causing Chu He to completely lose his sense of direction. He could only walk along the stream, and fortunately, there were few large wild animals in this jungle, and at least he had not encountered any so far.

"Hey! You demon, release that girl at once!" Suddenly, the burly man with the knife glared fiercely and shouted, swinging the long knife in his hand towards Chu He's right hand, which was holding the phone.

Suddenly, from behind the thick fog in the distance, a cacophony of sounds faintly emerged, causing Chu He to feel a jolt of energy. Without bothering to screw the cap back on his water bottle, he hurriedly sprinted forward.

Chu He turned the body over, gazing at the astonishing puncture wound on the chest, feeling the neck devoid of any pulse, momentarily frozen in place.

Damn it! Kill these dog bandits!

The blood is real, and the person has already died from excessive blood loss. The swords and knives on the ground are sharp enough to sever a tree trunk as thick as a fist, more exquisite than any weapons Chu He has ever seen. When he realized that this was not a film shoot, but a genuine act of slaughter, Chu He could not help but fall into an inexplicable panic.

A thick mist surged forth from the dense fog, and Chu He was suddenly enlightened as he arrived at a valley of farmland. Approximately one hundred meters ahead of him, two groups of people were engaged in a fierce battle in the fields, wielding knives, guns, sticks, rakes, and bricks, with the old, weak, women, children, and young adults all participating in the fray

And the picture book "When will this damned fog finally clear up!"

Chu He was taken aback, watching the shadow of the descending blade. Instinctively, he sidestepped and reached out, seizing the straight knife from the big man's hand: "What the hell! This is too much!"

"Big brother, I just want to borrow your phone for a moment! Look, my phone is really out of battery!" Chu He looked at the man with ill intentions, quickly took out his phone from his pocket, and held the screen towards the man. He couldn't help but mutter to himself about how high the actors' professionalism was, as they even forgot their usual speech and remained in character. However, why did their eyes look so strange?

At the age of twenty-four, Chu He is a librarian and an amateur martial artist. Intelligent, pragmatic, and with a hint of youthful fantasy, he has become more confident and cheerful under the guidance of his master since he began practicing martial arts. He possesses a unique vigor characteristic of martial artists, exhibiting a demeanor that is reserved yet not ostentatious.

"What brings you here, Your Excellency?" spoke a man holding a long straight sword with a ring pommel. His accent was a slightly archaic Hebei dialect, which sounded somewhat awkward, yet every word was clear.

Whoosh

His goals for the future are extremely clear: to participate in several international competitions, to open a martial arts gym, and to marry a beautiful woman. For this, he has already dedicated ten years of effort. The facts also prove that he possesses a perseverance and commitment in martial arts that is uncommon among others. However, after a few competitions, he has come to realize that combat sports and life-and-death fighting are fundamentally two different matters

No way... Chu He hesitated as he looked around, approaching the crowd that was still 'playing dead.' He crouched down and shook one of them vigorously, but there was no response. He only felt the blood flowing more and more, and the person's body was extremely cold, devoid of any warmth.

Immediately afterward, the surrounding crowd threw down their weapons and turned to run towards the village located on the far side of the jungle

The dense fog lingers for a long time, shrouding the entire primitive jungle, and occasionally, one can hear the distant rumble of thunder from the sky

The Chu River roared hysterically, as anxious and restless emotions spread within the heart. With clenched fists and bulging veins on the arms, the eyes, red with fear, were filled with panic

This object is very small, how can it imprison a person? Could it be that the person understands sorcery...

As the Chu River just entered the jungle, a swift horse galloped out from a distant village. On the horse sat a handsome young man dressed in a dark green sword outfit. The young man had thick eyebrows and large eyes, a broad face, and held a long spear with a sturdy shaft, arriving at the fields in a flash.

Before long, the fields lay vast and empty, with only the astonished Chu He remaining, surrounded by various weapons scattered across the ground and a dozen corpses lying in pools of blood

No! I want to go back, I cannot stay here..." Chu He suddenly got up from the ground, a hint of unwillingness in his panic, even forgetting to take his phone, and hurriedly ran into the woods, following the small stream in the direction he had come from.

Chu He has arrived at Hengshan for three days. Since that evening when he followed his master's guidance and entered this uninhabited primitive jungle to begin his training, this thick fog has been incessantly falling, as if it were endless.

The thunder continued to rumble overhead, and Chu He took out his phone from his pocket, raising it with anticipation and shaking it left and right, only to disappointingly put it back: "Damn it, still no signal!"

A beam of sunlight penetrated the thick fog and shone down, gradually dispersing the mist in the air. Chu He, with an expressionless face, looked up at the sky, his stiff body resembling that of a puppet, slowly turning to gaze at the jungle behind him

His eyes revealed a sense of panic, a feeling of being at a loss that had not appeared in his heart for a long time. For some reason, Chu He felt completely powerless, and his legs went weak, causing him to collapse onto the ground.

The young man dismounted, hesitatingly glanced at the jungle ahead, bent down to pick up the phone that Chu He had dropped on the ground, his movements were very cautious, and a hint of astonishment was revealed in his eyes

I apologize! You are filming, aren't you? I am lost, and my phone has no signal. Could I borrow a phone from the production crew..." Chu He said excitedly, looking at the group of people wearing headscarves and dressed in tattered cloth garments, smiling as he spoke. His eyes occasionally scanned the surroundings, hoping to spot a familiar star.

"Thief woman! This demon has imprisoned a young girl. We are no match for her, let's flee!" The man, having failed to land a blow, looked in astonishment at Chu He, who was handing over a straight knife. Fear flashed in his eyes as he shouted and turned to run away in a panic.

This trial was the master’s test for him before embarking on his journey. As the sole inheritor of the martial arts tradition of the Yin-Yang School, he had been infused with a wealth of profound knowledge since childhood. Although he was only interested in history and martial arts, through keen observation and listening, he was also able to engage in lengthy discussions with certain masters without feeling at a loss for words.