Chapter 1 Aftermath

After a brief but intense struggle, Jiang Cheng obediently lay down on the bed, but not the biggest and best one, but a particularly broken little bed.

The fatty was fortunate enough to sleep on the big bed, but he squeezed himself on the edge, as if treading on thin ice.

Xia Meng slept in the center of the big bed, the three of them in perfect harmony.

As time passed, the fatty, who had originally intended to stay awake, gradually became muddled, then his head lolled, and he knew nothing more.

In a hazy consciousness, he sat up from the bed. A faint gray mist enveloped him. He had already memorized the position of all the furniture in the room, but now only blurry, deep black outlines remained.

Even more frightening, he was completely alone.

The doctor, and Xia Meng sleeping next to him, were gone.

Like a zombie, he left the bed, opened the door, and walked down the European-style spiral staircase. The sound of "tap, tap" as his footsteps landed on the steps was unusually clear.

Until he turned a corner, the next moment, his gaze involuntarily lifted slightly. Set into the tall wall in front of him was a jet-black door.

He staggered towards it.

When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding light was slightly dazzling. He squinted, and after a while, he could see the nearby scenery clearly.

He was in a room resembling a hotel.

But not a modern hotel in the usual sense, but... the kind you see in period dramas.

He was lying on the bed, a wooden bed with carved wooden flowers and plain-colored curtains hanging on both sides.

The pillow was not the usual kind, but a wooden one, high at both ends and low in the middle, with a soft pad of unknown material on top.

Everything around him exuded an antique flavor. Not far away was a low wooden square table, with several dark chairs placed beside it.

On the surface of the table, which was marked with the traces of time, was a pointed teapot, surrounded by several ice-crack-patterned teacups that were poorly imitated by local workshops.

The door was also the kind often seen in period dramas, with a layer of paper pasted on the upper grid part, which could apparently be pierced with a little saliva on your finger.

Behind the door stood a shelf, the upper part of which had a yellowish bronze mirror hanging on it, and the lower groove was just enough to hold a small bronze basin, which contained water, presumably for guests to wash themselves.

Shifting his gaze, on another wooden rack similar to a clothes rack, he also saw several things hanging on it that were either rags or towels, because they were very old, and even the edges were frayed.

In short, this was an ancient inn-themed hotel with a very high degree of restoration. At least, with the fatty's eyesight, he couldn't see any flaws at the moment.

Just as the fatty was thinking whether he had traveled through time or accidentally entered the filming location of a period drama, the door opened with a "creak."

This sound really startled the fatty. He immediately sat up and wrapped his body in the thick quilt.

Perhaps because he had recently been brainwashed by some pop-up ads, he was very worried that a beautiful woman would walk in, scantily clad, holding a rough ceramic bowl in both hands, and then call out to him in a gentle voice, "Darling, it's time to take your medicine."

But thankfully...

It was indeed a woman who came, and she wasn't bad-looking, but she wasn't gentle. On the contrary, her face had a hint of coldness. Xia Meng, who suddenly rushed in, said, "You fatso, I knew you were here."

"You..." The fatty was stunned for a moment. "Where's the doctor?"

"Get up and come with me!"

Led by Xia Meng, they left the room. Outside the door was an equally antique long corridor, with wooden railings on one side, and below was a place similar to a hall, where people were sitting together in twos and threes, drinking and playing games, none of them dressed like modern people.

On the other side were doors, some of which were open, revealing the decorations inside, which were similar to the room the fatty had stayed in, and some of which were closed.

They walked to the end of the corridor, turned a corner, and heard the sound of arguing, and crying, which was a bit harsh.

Xia Meng pushed the door open without any regard for politeness, and the scene inside really shocked the fatty.

In a small room, it was crowded with people. Seeing the fatty and the others come in, everyone looked at them with measuring eyes.

Seeing their clothes, the fatty immediately understood that these people were his teammates this time.

But what he didn't expect was that there were so many teammates this time. There were 10 people in the room, and it was unclear whether there were any orphans like the doctor who were routinely "abandoned" outside.

"Where is this?" A weeping voice, trying to sound confident, came from the bed. "Who are you people? Let me tell you, if you... if you don't let me go, I'll call the police!"

Perhaps worried that his words were not convincing enough, the man added in a strained voice, "Let the law punish you!"

Just as the fatty, whose mind was still in a daze, thought that he had matched with another silly newbie, Xia Meng's voice entered his ears.

Her voice was very low, as if she didn't want others to hear, and as if she couldn't bear it any longer, she asked for help, "You... you quickly shut him up."

Blinking his eyes, the fatty looked carefully at the bed. A few seconds later, his head buzzed, and then ten thousand grass mud horses galloped through his heart.

The pitiful man on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, with his upper body exposed, trembling from crying, and with tears in his eyes, was actually the damn doctor!

He was used to seeing the doctor dressed, so he didn't recognize him at first glance.

Fortunately, after seeing the fatty and Xia Meng appear, Jiang Cheng restrained himself a lot, at least he didn't struggle and cry anymore, and the "whimpering" phenomenon was much better.

Probably to cooperate with the doctor's perfect performance, the fatty walked over "grumbling" and acted as a rules explainer, popularizing some information for him.

During the lecture, Jiang Cheng occasionally showed a frightened expression, his eyes as fearful as those of a naive little deer.

Standing not far away, Xia Meng had already helped Jiang Cheng's parents loosen the soil several times in her mind.

"So... we've traveled through time?" Jiang Cheng sat on the edge of the bed. His performance was much better than before.

"I'm afraid so," said an old man, with white eyebrows and beard, wearing a snow-white Tai Chi suit and black cloth shoes.

He looked like an old man practicing Tai Chi in the square in the morning, the kind that was very amiable, but at the moment his two eyebrows were squeezed together, obviously in a bad mood.

Before entering the nightmare, the middle-aged man also told them about some representative missions, and focused on analyzing the ways to survive.

Although he said that he had collected them, judging from the detail of his analysis, it could be determined that this could not be done without personal experience. The middle-aged man... had also entered the nightmare, and he was quite experienced.

But even in the middle-aged man's narration, they were not so outrageous as to travel to ancient times.