Chapter 2: The Madman

"What are you yelling about here! Blah blah blah, when will it end!" Wei Ming said irritably. The moment he saw this guy, it was as if he had encountered the arrogant second-generation rich from his past life, like the son of the county magistrate who had snatched his spot in the independent admissions process. This person spoke in the same manner. If Wei Ming could still tolerate this nonsense, that would truly be strange. Don't say you're not a ghost; even if you were, I would still have to reason with you. If Wei Ming could still tolerate this nonsense, that would truly be strange. Don't say you're not a ghost; even if you were, I would still have to reason with you.

"What time is it now?" Wei Ming asked in panic, as if something were amiss.

Where is this?" Wei Ming sat up, knocked on his severely aching head, and said

"Where is this place?" Wei Ming asked, trying to maintain a cool expression to uphold his esteemed status in the eyes of his companions

Ah, you're awake, that's good. It would be terrible to die here. Alright, alright, everyone disperse now." A person resembling a worker began to drive away the people around. He cast a disdainful glance at Wei Ming, thinking to himself that this guy had been lying here for such a long time without attracting a single customer. It was too unlucky. Better to hurry and get them all to leave. Otherwise, when the boss arrives later, he would end up getting scolded himself. He thought again that this guy had been lying here for such a long time without attracting a single customer. It was too unlucky. Better to hurry and get them all to leave. Otherwise, when the boss arrives later, he would end up getting scolded himself

It is just past the hour of the snake now, the shop assistant said

"You are obstructing our business here, do you realize that? If you know what's good for you, get lost quickly, or I might have to get rough with you." The worker rolled up his sleeves, ready to engage in a serious fight with Wei Ming. Seeing this situation, Wei Ming felt a surge of energy within him. It is said that even clay figurines have a bit of their original nature; if I were to die without understanding why, and you come here to play these games with me, do you really think I am afraid of you? Instead of rolling up his sleeves, he sat down at the entrance of the shop, pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, placed it in his mouth, took out a lighter, lit it, took a deep drag, and blew the smoke in the worker's face, saying fiercely: "I’m not leaving here today, what are you going to do about it!" While saying this, he moved a stool out from the shop, sat at the entrance, and began to smoke, completely ignoring the shop worker.

"Young man, are you alright?" An elderly man, walking with a tremor as if he might fall at any moment, approached with genuine concern. From the old man's face, it was evident that his nutrition was poor. Perhaps he had not had a full meal in a long time

Wei Ming observed carefully from top to bottom, yet he did not find anything unusual. He was wearing a T-shirt on his upper body, jeans on his lower body, and 360-degree sports shoes on his feet. His hair was styled in a standard crew cut. There were no stains on his face, so why were people looking at him with such expressions? Is there something wrong with them?

"Hey, I said, why are you still here! Hurry up and get lost, don't interfere with our business!" Just then, a guy who had come out to disperse the onlookers from mhetushu.com saw Wei Ming still standing there in a daze, and angrily walked up to him, shouting. Wei Ming was startled, thinking that a ghostly figure was coming to drag him off to the frying pan.

Indeed, who is this? Why are they lying on the ground? It's quite cold, and catching a chill would not be good

"This is Night-Blooming Jasmine!" the shop assistant pointed to the sign and said. Wei Ming looked up and indeed saw it. How could a place selling cosmetics have such an unfortunate name?

Hey, you there, come here! The only person Wei Ming can trust right now is that shop assistant. On the surface, this fellow seems to have a certain respect for himself. With this relationship, it will be easier to ask a few questions.

"Alright, alright, you can go now." Although I do not know why the person backed down, there is a saying that one should not strike a smiling face. Although Wei Ming has been influenced by many negative social trends in university, he is still a good person at heart. Moreover, his attitude in admitting his mistake is quite sincere; if this continues, it will truly become unreasonable trouble.

"Alas, how pitiful it is that someone so young has become a fool. Sigh, the ways of heaven are unjust," someone sighed.

Oh my goodness! I am a small person who fails to recognize the greatness of the mountain, please do not hold it against me. You may stay here for as long as you wish, it is of no concern! If you have any matters to discuss, just call upon me directly. I am always at your service. The shop assistant immediately softened, feeling a bit weak in the legs and stomach. This puzzled Wei Ming. In Wei Ming's view, his approach was already provocative enough, and according to the development of the plot, this fellow should have gone into a rage and engaged him in a fierce battle. Instead, the person simply conceded, making Wei Ming genuinely feel as if his fists were striking against cotton.

"Ah, old man, I'm fine." Wei Ming stood up and brushed off the dirt from his clothes. While doing so, he also observed his surroundings and then quietly asked, "Old man, is this the Underworld of the Yin Dynasty? Why does it feel wrong?" In Wei Ming's mind, the Underworld of the Yin Dynasty, having such a name, should be gloomy and give one the feeling of impending death. It would be even better with a few cauldrons of oil and mountains of knives to enhance the atmosphere. However, the sun was shining brightly here, which certainly did not resemble the Underworld of the Yin Dynasty at all.

Where is this place, and why are people dressed like this? It feels like they are looking at me as if I were a monkey. What is there to see? Wei Ming thought to himself as he looked at his own attire. He even asked a companion to get him a piece of mirror to take a look. Although the mirror was made of bronze, he could still see his face clearly. However, Wei Ming found it somewhat strange. Wasn't it said that glass mirrors were brought by Western missionaries during the Ming Dynasty? Why are they still using bronze mirrors here?

Child, are you really okay? The old man looked at Wei Ming, his expression clearly filled with doubt

Who is this, and why are they dressed like this

"This is not right? Didn't I fall from upstairs and die? How is this possible? No, why are you all dressed like this? Are you going to film a movie? Is this a film studio?" Wei Ming said, still in shock. He vividly remembered the moment his head hit the ground. He figured his brain must have turned to mush; how could he still be alive? The people here are strange; could they really be like the ones in the legendary underworld? He vividly remembered the moment his head hit the ground. He figured his brain must have turned to mush; how could he still be alive? The people here are strange; could they really be like the ones in the legendary underworld? Yes, it must be like this.

"I am asking what year it is now," Wei Ming said cautiously.

"Indeed, young man, this is the realm of the living, the human world. How could it possibly be the underworld? Were you sleeping on the ground and lost your senses?" an elderly woman said with displeasure. Of course, no matter who asks you whether this is the underworld, it would make you feel quite unhappy. Why? Isn't it obvious? Do I really look that much like a ghost?

The cacophony of sounds around him woke Wei Ming up. He opened his eyes groggily. The sunlight was too glaring, making it difficult to fully open them. He felt surrounded by many people. Shadows flitted about, encircling him tightly.

"What is your command?" The shop assistant hurried over. In recent years, the economy has been in decline, and there have hardly been any customers in the store. The assistant wanted to be busy but found it impossible. Moreover, even if someone did come in now, it was likely just to watch the commotion. Who would still be interested in the items in the store? If he were to chase away Wei Ming now, he certainly wouldn't have the courage to do so. Regardless of the era, offending wealthy and powerful individuals never leads to a good outcome. Who would still be interested in the items in the store? If he were to chase away Wei Ming now, he certainly wouldn't have the courage to do so. Regardless of the era, offending wealthy and powerful individuals never leads to a good outcome

After the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, the number of onlookers did not decrease; in fact, it increased significantly. Those who had originally left due to the urging of the staff were now returning, calling their friends to join them. Wei Ming also understood that those who came to watch truly did not fear the escalation of the situation

In the forty-seventh year of the Wanli era, the year of the Earth Pig, the assistant said

Everyone, come and help, lift him up and take him to the clinic. Otherwise, in such cold weather, he will freeze to death here

I know, am I not in a film city here? Wei Ming finally asked what he wanted to know. Logically speaking, it is almost noon now, so it should be time for the lunch boxes to be distributed

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"What is this? This is Xi'an City," the man said, puzzled. If it weren't for his consideration of Wei Ming's status, he would have certainly asked, "If you don't even know where this is, how did you end up here?"

MY GOD. Wei Ming felt as if he was about to go insane

Ah, what use is pity? Who is not pitiable? In this world, it is simply unbearable. Don't mention that he is about to go mad; we are all on the verge of madness. " Another person sighed. As they spoke, the crowd began to disperse, leaving Wei Ming all alone in place, at a loss.