Chapter 1: The Incident of Bad Taste Time Travel

Suddenly, the atmosphere ahead became lively. I noticed another captain becoming tense, a look of panic flashing across his monkey-like face, and his grip on my hand began to tremble. Another bear-like captain muttered a curse, "Damn it, it's these people from the underworld again. After so many years of fighting, how are they still not dead? There are even more of them now, like rats."

Hello... I seem to be very weak, my throat is hoarse

However, this is different; it possesses technical content, high protein, and high assurance. It absolutely passes the ISO 9001 certification for viewing quality. Truly, the light and shadow are fleeting, and people flow like tides while swords resemble swans and books.

At this moment, I am astonished by the figures resembling humans flying back and forth before my eyes. Wow! Martial arts! Lightness skill! Those who possess martial arts and lightness skill are engaged in a group fight!

Ask me why I could watch for so long, and this brings us to that furious bear hunter. He had no interest in the brawls among the people of the rivers and lakes, instead wandering around looking for a way... It turns out that group of people from the rivers and lakes blocked the city gate, and this city is called Hangzhou.

Young man, stop pretending to be weak. Look at how you're dressed, neither scholarly nor martial. Although there seem to be more people in the jianghu during this season, I have yet to see anyone dressed like you. Hey, hey, speak up!

This elder brother, may I ask a question? I feel a bit lacking in confidence

Gradually, there were some pedestrians on the road, and the trees began to thin out. Those two big brothers were remarkable; they carried me such a long distance without uttering a single word. I admit that later on, I shamelessly leaned all my weight onto their hands that were pulling me. But since they didn't scold me, I decided to take advantage of the situation. After all, they didn't respond to me at all during the journey, and I had wasted so much breath.

I am crying, when did Hangzhou have city walls? I live in the suburbs, how could I possibly not know?

The two creature-like beings with heads resembling those of a hunter suddenly turned around and glared at me fiercely. Wow, their appearance was intimidating; I, being timid, chose not to look.

Looking at those "people of the rivers and lakes" who fly higher than trees and fight faster than guns without any external support, observing the captain dressed in a bright red outfit and a leather ultra-short skirt, with a physique as strong as a bear yet a face full of nonchalance, and then glancing at the wall that has replaced the original toll station for entering the city, I understood

The one who was speaking to me... looked like a bear. The... catcher, seeing that I had been staring at him for a long time without saying anything, fiercely tugged at my hand... and the hand I had meticulously cared for like a *picture*... continued to be dragged...! ... so cold-blooded!

When I came to my senses, I was being dragged away by two burly men. They were dressed quite classically, in red shirts and leather vests, and they even wore leather miniskirts, with red pants to match. Wow! That hat was so trendy, a strict retro style.

Under normal circumstances, I would have certainly shouted slogans for world peace and pretended not to see as I passed by. Modern brawls are truly quite foolish; individuals as thin as a leather strap still wielding a possibly unsharpened watermelon knife, charging in with a few yells and then calling it a day.

... ... and so on

No one was paying attention to me, and I looked around in frustration. The trees were dense, and the vegetation was lush. I noticed that the dirt path beneath my feet was widening, and I thought I might be taken to some city. I hoped it would be Hengdian. Although it seemed absurd to travel from Hangzhou to Hengdian in the blink of an eye, it was certainly more realistic than being transported back to ancient times in the same instant.

It seems like... that outfit... why does it resemble the one from those melodramatic period dramas that air every night at 8 PM, specifically that... constable?

I would not be foolish enough to ask them which play they are performing; it is better to remain silent. Being regarded as a fool is certainly preferable to being seen as a madman. I will observe the situation quietly, and although my IQ is quite low, I can at least manage some basic self-defense.

This situation, although not very clear, I am aware of it.