The white in front of him gradually faded, and noisy voices rang in Yang Yifei's ears.

After looking around, I found that it was a narrow alley with many abandoned debris piled up under the base of the wall, which was very dirty and messy, and there was a smell of sourness constantly emanating.

But Yang Yifei didn't care at all. No matter how bad it is, how bad it is, how bad it is for him?

Since he traveled through time, he hasn't taken a shower for a month and a half, and after he went down to the mine, he has been digging hard every day.

The digital camouflage uniform that was already broken and basically no longer visible is as good as it is, almost a few taels of heavy.

Every day when mining, I sweat all over. When I am tired, I lie on the ground and the sweat on my body becomes dry when I wake up.

If you put this outfit in water, maybe in addition to the stains, you can also soak dozens of grams of salt.

He originally had a pair of special land combat boots under his feet, but when the boots were traveling through time, they were already blown up by bombs, and water was poured into him when he went down the mine. This way, his feet would be damaged.

So he simply took off his shoes and socks, and from then on he worked barefoot in the mine. A thick layer of calluses had long grown on the soles of his feet, and his soles were almost covered with mud and dust.

Now his appearance is even more like a beggar than a disciple of the Beggars' Sect.

Now Yang Yifei is no longer as strong as when he just traveled through time, and has become a little thinner. Fortunately, he has not been long and has not lost much weight. As long as he replenishes, he will recover.

But after touching my body, I had nothing except rubbing out a layer of dirt. If I wanted to have a good meal to supplement my nutrition, I would probably have to go through some trouble.

I don’t know what world this is, but it’s urgent to find a place to wash it well and then change it into a piece of clothing.

The season in this world seems to be in late autumn, the weather is already a little cool, and it seems that it is going to rain.

The rain in late autumn is not so easy to drizzle. Once it rains, the temperature will drop sharply.

He had already lived a miserable life in that world. He didn't want to have to start the shuttle of the heavens and get sick because he had no clothes to wear. In this way, his survival rate would be greatly reduced.

I looked up and took a few deep breaths of the air above the ground... OK! The air above the ground is not as good as that in the mine.

Although it is underground without seeing the sun, there is a spirit stone pit, which has rich spiritual energy and naturally improves the air quality.

Yang Yifei stepped out of the alley, looked at it for a moment and knew what era this world was in.

I saw people coming and going all over the streets, all men had a smooth head, only braiding a rat-tail of money behind their heads.

Anyone with a little bit of historical knowledge knows that this hairstyle will only be kept in the Qing Dynasty in China, and it was in the early stages, and it gradually developed into Yin-Yang head and oxtail braids in the late Qing Dynasty.

Yang Yifei's eyes flashed slightly. He had grown a lot of buzz cuts in the past month and a half. He was still a little conspicuous among the crowd. I wonder if he would be arrested by the government.

"Well...what's the smell? Why is it so smelly?"

"Wow, the stinky beggar, it's so stinky."

Soon Yang Yifei knew that he was thinking too much. When he walked on the street, he was almost a scavenger, and everyone was afraid of avoiding wherever he passed.

Although he is not as exaggerated as a biological and chemical weapon, his body is stinky and can be smelled several feet away.

Several patrol soldiers wearing blue clothes, red jackets, pointed hats, sheathed oxtail knife, and a "paw" character on the front and back of the chest, also avoided Yang Yifei far away, swearing in front of the nose, and quickly left with cursing.

Yang Yifei laughed silently. He didn't expect that this body smelled so good, so he was not in a hurry to find a place to take a shower.

But the most important thing now is to try to get some food first. In that world, he couldn't stand it anymore.

But now he has nothing but an automatic pistol with infinite ammunition. Could he go to rob with weapons?

But people in this era don’t know this automatic pistol, so they won’t be afraid at all. The biggest possibility is that they will suffer the same experience as Xiang Shaolong.

Then why not just kill someone and take money? Well, this is a way.

However, Yang Yifei still has a basic bottom line and can't kill anyone casually.

But in any era, there is no shortage of guys who bully men and women, or are rich and unkind. As long as he finds a special forces soldier who has long been stained with blood, he will not be ruthless.

Of course, those who died at his hands were either unforgivable terrorists or criminals who harmed others.

After walking a few blocks, Yang Yifei found that he was in a bustling and bustling city with bustling streets, crowded with people coming and going, and extremely lively.

He also quickly found out by eavesdropping on other people's conversations that this was Yangzhou City.

Yang Yifei began to look for objects on the street that could rob the rich and help the poor, but there were not many bullies everywhere. After a while, Yang Yifei suddenly became happy. He did not meet a partner who could attack, but met a "same type".

He was also a tall and strong man who was dressed in tatters, emitting a sour and refreshing smell all over his body.

However, he not only had a simple body odor, but also a strong smell unique to alcoholic people.

Like Yang Yifei, he was like a man who was passing by, and he was disgusted with disgust.

However, his condition is much better than that of Yang Yifei. At least, he is wearing a pair of cloth shoes on his feet.

One of them walked from south to north and the other went from north to south, and they met in the middle of the street.

Yang Yifei was looking at the big man, but the big man was also looking at Yang Yifei, with a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Even if Yang Yifei is sloppy, he has been a special forces soldier after all, and his iron-blooded aura is invisible in the eyes of some special groups.

Gradually, Yang Yifei also saw some problems. Although this person was like him, he described it as sloppy and sloppy, but he had a tiger-back and a bear-waisted waist, straight body, and was straight and straight while walking, and his steps were steady and powerful.

This is a person who has "practice", and this idea came to Yang Yifei's mind.

Both of them slowed down when they were more than meter away from each other, and when they were close to half a meter, they stopped at the same time.

Yang Yifei looked at the big man's eyes with a faint smile on his face and said, "Brother, it seems that he shouldn't be a beggar."

The man had no expression on his face, but he also said, "There is only right or wrong in this world, so what should I do? Brother, I don't look like a beggar."

Yang Yifei was a little unable to find the entry point for this world, and even food and clothing were temporarily unavailable. This person seemed not simple, but it was worthy of being in contact.

He smiled slightly and said, "I have a story, do you have wine?"

Story? Wine?

The man was stunned when he heard this, but the next moment, a hint of interest appeared in his eyes, "Yes, the story and wine are indeed perfect."

Yang Yifei smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that we all have stories, but unfortunately, we don't have any wine."
Chapter completed!