Chapter 4: Carrying the Time-Space Door with Me

This damned old heaven

Despite the fact that all of this is too bizarre, the sound of cannon fire can be faintly heard in the air. Although he still faces the threat of life and death, he also sees wealth scattered all around, in addition to danger and death.

There are still several hundred tomb guards ...! ... Well, they are just the security personnel of the "public cemetery"

Staring at the desk that should have belonged to another world, countless thoughts were swirling in Zhu Guoqiang's mind

After a series of life-and-death trials, Zhu Guoqiang now stands still, completely in a state of astonishment

Grinning and holding onto the ground, in the next moment, the scene before him left him dumbfounded

Call ... ...

Where is that study room

Grass

But this is precisely that study!

It was not until this moment that Zhu Guoqiang let out a long sigh of relief, scrambling over to grab the pen holder. The instant he held the pen holder, feeling its coolness in his palm, a realization emerged in his mind— it truly exists

The mind is not damaged

At that moment, the unexpected object in the living room caused his eyes to widen in shock, as he sat on the floor, staring in astonishment at it—a vintage redwood table.

Because the armor has always been locked in the armory, it will still take some time to wait

Almost at the moment this thought emerged, a sensation akin to an electric shock surged through him once more. Accompanied by this somewhat strange feeling, Zhu Guoqiang, who had been sweating profusely, once again felt the chill in the air and the somewhat acrid smell of smoke. Despite his legs feeling somewhat unsteady, nearly causing him to stumble and fall to the ground, the scene before him left him wide-eyed in astonishment.

While waiting for the armor, Zhu Guoqiang sat in the room, even though the main residence of the heir's mansion had been burned down by its true owner. However, the study remained intact. Sitting at the desk in the study, Zhu Guoqiang's expression was still somewhat dazed

But the cold has clearly already recovered

Exclusion of mental illness

Wait a moment... Could it be that the cold I caught a couple of days ago has affected my mind

What is the result of failing to hold on?

Everything feels as if it is a dream

Donning armor may appear grand and impressive, but in reality, it is merely putting on a suit of armor

The ceremonial soldiers of the Imperial Guard, numbering in the hundreds, are primarily responsible for the display of flags and the creation of a ceremonial atmosphere

No ... ...

In the mind, personal memories emerge one by one, and it can be affirmed that the brain has not been damaged by fire

Recalling past encounters, Zhu Guoqiang looked at the blue-and-white porcelain pen holder on the table, which seemed to be rolling and about to fall off.

Despite the burning pain on his scalp, as he touched the few remaining singed hairs, he still murmured softly

I am dreaming, dreaming...

Before he could even react, with a loud "boom," lightning struck him, and then...! ... he found himself in a sea of fire, in this chaotic world!

cursed inwardly with resentment

What was the situation just now

If there were a razor, I would shave my head completely; in case the city falls, I might be able to pass as a monk...

In a moment of excitement, Zhu Guoqiang suddenly felt a burning pain all over his body; he had been scorched by fire. However, it was merely a skin burn, and there were not even any blisters.

This is my living room...

What is going on here

Is it really a dream

We are not professionals

The moment this thought flashed through his mind, Zhu Guoqiang felt a slight numbness, and then it was as if something had pulled him down. Although the force of this pull was almost negligible, he was caught off guard and fell backward, landing solidly on the ground

Almost at the moment the words fell, the pen holder dropped down, landing directly on the lazy sofa beneath the desk

There has never been any mental illness in my family

What is going on

Alright

Despite the repeated utterances at the lips, the eyes remained fixed on the blue-and-white porcelain brush holder in hand, which gleamed with the unique luster of porcelain

Your sister!

Can this defend the city?

He leaned on the writing desk, staring at the Jinan map left by the previous owner. Looking at the Wangcheng in the center of the map, this is the final stronghold. Zhu Guoqiang furrowed his brows.

It is certainly impossible to hold on!

I was born during the time of the Taiwan Strait Crisis. Therefore, my father named me Zhu Guoqiang, imbued with hopes for the nation and the future. Of course, it also sounds like a very ordinary name. Once upon a time, I was a young man with grand ideals and dreams, striving to reach the pinnacle of life. Now, I am just an ordinary person working hard in a provincial capital.

How should this city be defended

Just like a computer's self-check, after a thorough examination, Zhu Guoqiang reached a conclusion

My surname is Zhu, the same as Zhu Yuanzhang, and my given name is Guoqiang, with "guo" meaning country and "qiang" meaning strong

Either die in battle or become a prisoner, not only will one suffer endless humiliation, but this life is certainly not guaranteed to be preserved

It must be an illusion

Illusion

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly! I am Zhuang Zhou!

This ... ...

Is this my soldier, you brat?

Even if one travels through time without giving prior notice, allowing me to make some preparations, at least arrange a good place for me... Oh dear...

Wearing a cotton coat during the dog days of summer, Zhu Guoqiang soon felt sweat breaking out on his body. However, even so, he remained motionless, his mind racing as he began to assess whether he had truly damaged his brain.

Can one freely traverse through time and space?

No one in the family has ever heard of anyone being mentally unstable

Indeed, it is that pigeon cage that requires a repayment of 3,600 every month

How should a city be defended

I am back again

What should I do

Let me write a market research report, is that acceptable?

However, the pressing priority at present is not to shave heads, but to defend the city

However, the sensation in his hand made Zhu Guoqiang realize that this... was not a dream? But a new question arose—how did he come back again?

This hair ... ...

A table measuring no less than two meters in length has inexplicably appeared in the living room, with the pen holder and inkstone on it appearing somewhat disordered

In other words, what was experienced before is very likely to have been an illusion

Ah, please hurry and take me home...

If there were tens of thousands of troops, there would naturally be no need for concern, but what do I have in my own hands

This ... ... this is really not an illusion

Instinctively gasping in shock, Zhu Guoqiang closed his eyes in an attempt to calm himself, yet the desk before him served as a reminder of his previous experiences

While emphasizing this to himself internally, Zhu Guoqiang repeatedly searched for various factors that might lead him to experience hallucinations

Closing his eyes, Zhu Guoqiang took a deep breath while trying to figure out what was going on

He clearly remembers that just before... before the crossing, he, having been filled with alcohol by a client, managed to barely hold himself together to return home. While taking a shower, he noticed that the window was open. Just as he was about to close the window, a flash of lightning suddenly struck through the window