Endless darkness surged in, and Zhang Buyi seemed to see the endless stars being swallowed by something.

[This compilation was stalled due to the death of the host... The birth of a new host was detected, the compilation was cleared, and the return started! 】

Perhaps in an instant, or perhaps in countless years, a strange message emerged, awakening Zhang Buyi.

"Well······"

After he uttered a murmur, suddenly, Zhang Buyi, who was lying on his back and dying of illness, sat up in surprise, followed by three consecutive chapters on the philosophy of life.

who I am?

Where am I?

What do I want to do?

I am Zhang Buyi, a scholar, and I am accompanying the young lady!

Well······

What the hell?

Scholar?

Accompany the young lady?

I'm having sex!

The car crashed!

Wait, car!

When different thoughts of reaction came to him, Zhang Buyi jumped up in fright and jumped off the bed.

Um?

bed?

With chaotic thoughts filling his mind, Zhang Buyi realized something was wrong. He raised his head and looked around. Unexpectedly, he had changed the world.

There are no more girly couple cafes around.

Behind him is a four-legged carved wooden bed full of classical charm, with a mosquito net as thick as gauze hung on it. In the rather large room, the layout is quite elegant and antique, which is quite good.

This is the layout...it looks like the furnishings of an ancient room?

"Miss Qingyu is getting more and more out of touch."

"Haha, good, good dance!"

"Hey, what are you officials doing..."

"······"

A faint voice came from outside the room. It seemed to be extremely lively, but it seemed a little inappropriate.

On the tip of the nose, there is a faint scent of incense mixed with a not too strong smell of rouge, all indicating that this is no longer the cafe before, but a slightly less formal place.

A high-end role-playing club?

Are city people so good at playing?

The problem is that he is an honest man!

Zhang Buyi looked around the room with a blank look on his face, and he was completely stunned.

The last memory was of the oncoming car, the broken glass, and the woman's crazy expression. If I remember correctly, even if I woke up not in a cafe, it would be in a hospital.

But... Zhang Buyi looked around again and found that there was no modern facilities in the whole room, and there were many candles around, indicating that there was not even a single electric light installed.

What the hell?

dream?

No, this feeling, this layout and furnishings are more professional and real than a movie shooting scene!

Or is this what the underworld is like?

"Crack!"

While looking at it, Zhang Buyi subconsciously stepped up, but he made a soft sound, as if he stepped on something under his feet. Chi Guo also felt a different kind of touch on his soles, as if he had stepped on a pack of crispy noodles.

Looking down subconsciously, Zhang Buyi looked shocked again.

In front of the bed, in an area covering an area of ​​about two square meters, an extremely complex array pattern was carved with something that was either blood or red cinnabar.

In the array diagram, there are five strange items placed at several key points.

Dried toads, blackened centipedes, dead snakes filled with the smell of alcohol, Zhang Buyi raised his feet slightly, and under his feet was a pitch-black crow, but the crow had become as rigid as a piece of coal and was crushed by his feet.

Judging from the touch of the soles of its feet just now, it was not a normal crow.

Looking at this formation diagram, Zhang Buyi felt a little strange aura permeate the air.

"This is······"

"hiss······"

Before he could do anything, looking at this picture, his mind suddenly exploded, and countless information came flooding in.

In an instant, Zhang Buyi seemed to have fallen into the void and was in a dark starry sky. However, this starry sky was not filled with countless stars, but a photo, rotating around him like a slideshow.

As the photos emerged, pieces of information came to mind, and fragments of memories appeared. Very incomplete and incomplete, as if they were memories of a previous life.

After a long time, Zhang Buyi came back to his senses. It seemed that he had traveled through time?

As soon as I stretched out my hand to touch one of the photos, the entire space was stunned. All the photos gathered together like meteors and were absorbed by a strange tome.

Zhang Buyi looked at it subconsciously, and a familiar feeling came over him.

"Is this... the book about the "Fire Giant" who met him at the blind date cafe during the car accident?"

Subconsciously, he reached out and wanted to open the book and read it, but as soon as he touched the book, an inexplicable message came to him.

Although there is no text at all, Zhang Buyi understands its meaning. The translation is probably.

[The fate is missing, there is no destiny, and professional compilation cannot be started at the moment!]

"What the hell?"

Before Zhang Buyi could continue his movements, the space shook again, and he was ejected from the space.

When he came back to his senses, he had returned to the antique room again, and this time, Zhang Buyi was no longer at a loss. As those very fragmented memories emerged, he seemed to understand his current situation.

He should be dead, but he is not dead and has traveled through time.

Time travel to a scholar visiting a brothel!

"What is this? You wrote too many stories and got retribution in the end?"

"So the book just now was his golden finger? And it was supposed to be the huge golden finger? Did he accidentally hit the passenger car and travel across time by chance?"

"The lack of destiny results in no destiny and the inability to use Golden Finger? Is it because he died? Or is it because he is an unqualified time traveler compared with Huo Ju? Or... is it because of these things?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Buyi lowered his head subconsciously, and the strange formation came into view.

"Well, is this...disappearing?"

I saw that the originally strange and blood-red array was fading away at this moment. When Zhang Buyi looked at the array again, the array was almost invisible, and the five strange objects that looked like sacrifices seemed to be slowly dissipating.

,weathering.

"Huhu..."

At this time, wisps of cool wind blew, which made Zhang Buyi, who was almost naked, tremble, interrupting his inspection and thinking.

Looking up, the paper-carved wooden window was wide open. It was a dark night outside, and a moderate wind was blowing through the window.

Zhang Buyi frowned slightly and looked back. Apart from his own clothes, there was also a naked woman lying on the bed in the innermost corner, looking like a dead pig.

According to the vague and broken memories of his predecessor, it seems, roughly, that he came there or something. But he didn't come on his own initiative. Instead, he was inexplicably and unconsciously dragged here by a girl, for free.

And if I remember correctly, my predecessor died on something.

Among the few clear memories, the most profound one is when he was finally discouraged. It seemed that not only that breath was lost, but also everything about the original owner, including his life!

'So, this guy died in Mafeng and became a romantic ghost?'

But as Zhang Buyi continued to study his memories, he discovered something strange.

In my memory, the woman on the bed seemed to have been lying on the bed like a dead pig, and did not do anything with him. And the person who was fighting with him on horseback seemed to be someone else, but I couldn't remember the specific appearance of that 'horse'

I don't even know her appearance, but there is only a vague figure in my memory.

In the midst of his thoughts, Zhang Buyi frowned and lowered his head, and looked at the strange formation at his feet again. The blood-red lines had completely disappeared, leaving only a few strange items that continued to dissipate.

He looked up at the bed and then at the open window. Everything showed that... this unlucky guy did not die innocently!

I tried hard to search my memory, but I didn't get much relevant information. Even because my memory was so damaged, I couldn't figure out many things about the original person in a short period of time.

After a long silence, Zhang Buyi grabbed his thigh a few more times, and a stinging pain followed. After he was sure that he was not dreaming, Zhang Buyi was at a loss again, not knowing what to do next.

After all... even though he had written a lot of stories, they were all just words on paper. When it came to him, it was still the same situation. He really didn't know what to do and was a little confused.

"Oh, you guys, these officials, what are you doing!"
To be continued...