Chapter 2: The Tearful Braided Girl

The woman shaking him by the shoulders is also wearing a ruqun, a garment traditionally worn by women in ancient times

The place you are going to is another world that exists in parallel. However, in the era you are entering, various natural and man-made disasters are occurring, ultimately leading to destruction

The younger man beside him said: "Brother, I think the gentleman was stunned after being hit on the head with this hoe, and for a moment he couldn't come to his senses. I have heard Dr. Gong say before that once Dr. Gong comes to examine him, he should be fine."

Zhuang Hui gradually awakened from his coma

The two young men squatted down while saying "Yes, yes," and looked at Zhuang Hui, asking, "Sir, are you alright?"

... ...

What happened to these people

His body was drawn into the whirlpool, along with the police car that had overturned in the greenbelt, rolling and subsequently disappearing into the depths of the vortex

Zhuang Hui's gaze lingered on her for only a moment before shifting to others. The people he saw were all dressed in ancient attire! The kind of short jacket with a diagonal collar that could only be seen in period dramas, with a cloth belt tied around the waist. Regardless of gender, they all had long hair; the women styled their hair in buns, while the men wrapped their heads in cloth. They wore loose lantern pants and coarse cloth shoes.

A very strange feeling plunged Zhuang Hui's heart into unease. He did not know how this feeling came about, as the glance he had just taken was too swift for him to clearly see the person in front of him. However, he was certain of one thing: this unease stemmed from the people before him

Seeing his expression, the woman hurriedly asked, "Sir, how do you feel? Do not be afraid, someone has already gone to call Doctor Gong!"

He immediately looked up to see the person behind him, hoping to find someone dressed in a modern suit or jacket, but what he saw was still the ancient short shirt and ru skirt

It turned out to be a small car speeding from behind, which swerved sharply to avoid the police car rolling on the road ahead, and directly crashed into Zhuang Hui

"Langzhong"? Isn't this a title for doctors that only existed in ancient times? Looking at these people's ancient costumes, combined with this title, could it be that I have somehow traveled back to ancient times?

The beggar only wants money, not food

Zhuang Hui was astonished: "Why are you sending me there?"

Zhuang Hui struggled to utter a sentence: "Who are you... ?"

The white-haired old man on the other side remained unconvinced, lowering his head to look at Zhuang Hui: "Sir, you wouldn't have forgotten me, would you? I am Uncle Mo, the village head of our village. I am your old neighbor"

Everyone around ran away, but Zhuang Hui did not. He picked up the gun from the ground and ran over to check the condition of the severely injured police officer. The officer lay motionless on the ground, covered in blood. Under circumstances where the extent of the injuries was unclear, he should not have been moved immediately to avoid causing further harm. However, since he was lying in the fast lane, it was too dangerous. Therefore, Zhuang Hui crouched down, picked him up, and turned to walk towards the roadside. The officer lay motionless on the ground, covered in blood. Under circumstances where the extent of the injuries was unclear, he should not have been moved immediately to avoid causing further harm. However, since he was lying in the fast lane, it was too dangerous. Therefore, Zhuang Hui crouched down, picked him up, and turned to walk towards the roadside.

... ...

The beggar woman gazed blankly at the small steamed buns, her eyes devoid of desire. She lifted her eyelids to look at Zhuang Hui and muttered with her parched lips, "Please give me a little money..."

Bang!

In the distance, the sharp sound of police sirens echoed, drawing the attention of the people towards its source. A police car, with its lights flashing and siren blaring, sped towards this direction, while the people on both sides of the street watched anxiously.

As the police car rolled over, both officers inside were thrown out. One of them fell heavily onto the fast lane in front of Zhuang Hui, blood splattering everywhere. At the same time, a Type 92 small-caliber police handgun at his waist was also ejected from its holster, sliding along the ground until it came to rest in front of Zhuang Hui.

Suddenly, with a loud "bang!", the police car had a tire blowout, instantly losing control. The entire vehicle rolled over in a series of flips, creating sparks as it scraped against the concrete pavement. It finally crashed into the green separation strip of the non-motorized vehicle lane, coming to a stop amidst the roar, just a few steps away from Zhuang Hui.

Zhuang Hui forcefully threw the severely injured police officer's body into the green belt, then swiftly spun and leaped into the air. The small vehicle raced past him at breakneck speed, crashing with a loud bang into the tall concrete lamp post beside the bus station, completely breaking the lamp post in half

When he clearly saw the person in front of him, his eyes immediately widened, staring blankly at the woman who was holding him and crying, and then he looked around at the people standing nearby

As soon as he reached the green belt, he heard the piercing screams of people around him, and at the same time, a blinding white light shone directly at him, accompanied by the chilling and sharp sound of brakes screeching in his ears

Zhuang Hui was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and with a sneer, he said: "Old lady, there is a saying that I don't know if you have heard: 'If a beggar asks you for money, you should give him food; if he asks for food, you should give him money.' I originally thought that if you accepted my little soup dumplings and ate them, I would give you money, but you didn't. Well, since you are not lacking in food and drink, I see no need to meddle further."

... ...

He immediately became excited about this discovery. He slowly opened his eyes; the light was intense, and the sun was harsh, so he quickly closed them again

Zhuang Hui wanted to ask, but suddenly felt his body plummeting rapidly, the colorful whirlpools around him elongated into distorted ribbons, racing past him.

Zhuang Hui, filled with joy, struggled to ask: "Who is speaking? Where am I?"

The older man said, "Sir, I am Da Gui. What is wrong with you? Why do you not recognize me?"

Having said that, Zhuang Hui retracted half a bag of soup dumplings, turned around without looking back, and walked to the bus stop

The mere thought of this word sends a chill through Zhuang Hui's entire body.

Mr. Gu is not dead! He has opened his eyes!" It is unknown who among the onlookers shouted this out loud

Time travel

He quickly finished eating the soup dumplings, tossed the bag into the nearby trash can, and placed his hands in his pants pockets. As more people began to gather at the bus stop, he stood amidst the chaotic crowd, gazing blankly at the vehicles weaving through the street illuminated by headlights in the night.

The sound of crying reached his ears, accompanied by sighs and murmurs. The cry was heart-wrenching, causing him to shed tears involuntarily.

Then it depends on your fortune

Police car? Zhuang Hui recalled the police car that had rolled over and fallen into the isolation green belt, as if it had entered the vortex along with him. However, as he looked around, he could not see any trace of the police car. He exclaimed anxiously: "Where is the police car? How can I find it?"

With a fleeting glance, he had already discerned the person standing beside him. She was a girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old, petite yet sturdy. She wore a dress made of coarse linen, faded from washing, with an oval face and large eyes, though her skin was somewhat dark. Her hair, shinier than black satin, was tied into a long braid at the back of her head, draping over her delicate shoulders and gracefully curving over her slightly rounded chest, cascading down in front, with the ends secured by a red hair tie. A pair of large eyes, filled with tears, gazed at him eagerly. Unfortunately, her face was smeared with tears, mucus, and dirt, making it difficult to discern her features. Surrounding them were many people carrying hoes, rakes, and shoulder poles.

Zhuang Hui felt a tremendous force crash heavily against his back, and in an instant, the entire scenery and crowd began to spin rapidly, with countless colorful whirlpools around him appearing extraordinarily vibrant

An elderly man in a dark blue long robe, who was beside him, squatted down and looked at him with a kind expression: "Well, I said that Mr. Gu has a full forehead, and he is not a short-lived person. Look, he took such a heavy blow to the head, and everyone said he was dead, but here he is, alive again"

Zhuang Hui felt light and airy, surrounded by ethereal clouds and swirling colors. He did not know where he was.

Zhuang Hui bent down and handed over the remaining half bag of soup dumplings in his hand: "Old lady, here, soup dumplings, just bought, hot. Please enjoy!"

Could it be that a person from a historical drama film crew saved themselves

Who is crying? Is it Dad or Mom? No, the sound is not right

Zhuang Hui gradually opened his eyes, slowly adapting to the intense light. After opening his eyes, he discovered that, for some unknown reason, the sunlight was much stronger than in modern society, causing his skin to feel hot from the exposure.

Finally, with a loud bang, Zhuang Hui lost consciousness

Did you not encounter a car accident? Did you not die yourself?

"Who are you...?" Zhuang Hui squeezed out another sentence, "Where am I?"

The young girl immediately looked up, her face filled with tears as she gazed at Zhuang Hui. In an instant, she joyfully embraced his shoulders, exclaiming, "Mr. Gu! You are not dead?! That's wonderful! Thank heavens! Thank heavens...!"

The young girl in the ruqun hurriedly said upon hearing them, "Sir, it's alright, don't be afraid! Doctor Gong will be here soon"

A faint voice emerged in his mind, existing in the ethereal surroundings or perhaps deep within his own heart, warning him that he was about to traverse into a parallel world. Could it be that the parallel world spoken of by that voice is ancient Chinese society

You do not need to know where you are; you only need to remember where you will go. That voice seemed so ethereal within his body, filled with a chilling atmosphere

In an instant, the smiles on everyone's faces froze, and they looked at each other in bewilderment

This is fate ... ... '' That voice was indifferent and ethereal, which made his heart grow colder. `` You have only one chance to escape this ultimate destruction, and that is to find the police car that traveled with you. That is your only opportunity; find it, and you will be able to leave the world that is about to be destroyed. ''

As Zhuang Hui's body fell down, he heard the screams of the crowd around him. On the ground, he saw the shadow of the massive concrete pillar streetlight that had been knocked down behind him rapidly enlarging, engulfing his entire body! He wanted to dodge, but the strength he had used to spin up had already been exhausted, and at that moment, his feet had not yet touched the ground, leaving him unable to gain leverage.

"Where am I going?" Zhuang Hui asked instinctively

A voice echoed in his mind, seemingly coming from all around, yet also as if it originated from deep within his heart: "Young man, do not be afraid, you are not dead"