Zhou Mou slowly opened his eyes and saw the familiar steering wheel. He felt his head spinning for a while. He couldn't adapt to it for a long time. It was as if he had had a very strange dream. In the dream, he went to Guiziling to deliver goods and gave the beautiful woman a ride along the way.

, then the starry sky turned, they seemed to have fallen into some strange place, and then he woke up.

"Fuck you!"

Suddenly, Zhou Mou exclaimed, this was not a dream at all, but something real. A head the size of a tractor was lying quietly not far from the car window. He had never seen such a huge head.

I have never seen such a species in my head. I am afraid that even the extinct dinosaurs are just like this. I can tell with my toes that the place he is in at the moment is definitely not the original world.

Years of military career made Zhou Mou habitually observe the surrounding environment. He carefully got out of the car. The scene he saw made him extremely strange and shocked, and his last remaining hope was completely shattered.

He was currently in an ancient forest. There were giant trees that could not be named. Even the naked eye could not see how high they were. The trunks were so thick that even five or six adults could not wrap their arms around them.

There was also a messy land, with beast corpses and severed limbs everywhere. Zhou Mou frowned. These beasts looked a bit like the leopards in Journey to the West, but they were much larger. Just one head was too big.

It's bigger than a tractor, and it seems that these leopards live in groups, but they were eaten by someone.

"What the hell is this place? It can't really make me travel through time..."

Zhou Mou muttered to himself, his spirit almost collapsed, you think this is writing a novel! Such a weird and shit thing happened to him, and where is Zhang Yuyan? She was also in the car at the time, but now she is nowhere to be seen.

, could it be that I was the only one who committed evil, so I passed him through and fed it to the leopard?

Walking to the passenger door, the flesh on Zhou Mou's face trembled. The door here was torn off by something unknown with bare hands and thrown aside. There was a claw mark on the door. It turned out that the mark was that of a human.

His hands and seat belt were also torn off directly by violence.

"She's here too..."

Zhou Mou slumped down on the ground, as if he had actually traveled to another world. With trembling hands, he took out a pack of True Dragon Smoke from his pocket and lit it, trying to calm down.

Zhang Yuyan must have fallen into the hands of the bad guys, but why didn't he take him away with him or kill him directly? Could he be a lustful beast?

"I can only pray that she is safe and sound."

Zhou Mou punched the ground with his fist, his face was ferocious, but in the end he was like a deflated rubber ball, smiling bitterly. In this extremely weird world, where people can open car doors with bare hands, and have the power to kill a leopard as big as a hill, he alone

What can ordinary people do? Maybe they can't even walk out of this forest alive. They will be killed by wild beasts and become belly meat and toilet feces.

Another real dragon was lit, and Zhou Mou took a deep breath. He didn't know what would happen today, and he might be dead in the next second. He could only smoke one, and there were more than 200,000 yuan worth of goods in the car. What could he do?

Just smoke him to death, and becoming a smoker will not disgrace his mission as a tobacco company deliveryman!

"I don't know if there is tobacco in this ghost place. If not, and I happen to be able to survive, I can directly grasp a way to make a fortune!"

Thinking of this, Zhou Mou immediately forgot about the situation he was in, and roared to the sky with bared teeth and claws, "When the time comes, go to the damn 996. I am the boss of the largest tobacco company in the world. Who dares to let me go to 996 again!"

"

I heard that everyone who is going crazy daydreams like this and says some unrealistic things, and finally evolves into Brother Shu. Zhou Mou is not far away from this state.

"Help...save...save me..."

Suddenly, just when Zhou Mou was smiling up to the sky and about to go completely crazy, a faint voice came into his ears, pulling his soul from the fantasy company boss back to the real body of a poor young man.

Suddenly awakened from his daydream, Zhou Mou panicked, got into the car in an instant, lit a cigarette shakily to calm down, took out the Ping An blessing in the car, and tremblingly murmured that the monsters should leave quickly.

After a while, he found that there was no danger. Zhou Mou calmed down and stuck his head out to observe the situation. He didn't know if it was because he had seen too many skinny crabs. He was lustful, afraid of ghosts and loved looking at his legs. He could not change his habit, which made him not believe in ghosts and gods.

was directly distorted.

"Help me..."

The cry for help sounded again. Zhou Mou looked for the voice and saw that it was a long-haired woman whose lower body was pressed by a leopard with its body separated. He was startled and thought it was Zhang Yuyan. He hurried over and took a closer look.

But there is someone else.

Zhou Mou breathed a sigh of relief, leaned down, and looked at the woman who almost rolled her eyes. There was a big hole in her chest, as if she had been penetrated by something sharp. Such a horrific injury, but she did not die on the spot, but she was breathing heavily.

Living, this will to survive...

"Your injuries are too serious, I, I don't know how to save you..."

Zhou Mou hesitated for a moment, but still explained the situation to the woman. He was not a doctor, and the simple first aid methods he knew were only artificial respiration and cardiac resuscitation. There was a hole in his chest, and he didn't know whether the internal organs inside were sound. Even if he was

Professional doctors are probably helpless in such an environment.

The woman was stunned for a moment, and struggled to see Zhou Mou's face clearly. A stream of tears fell slowly, making the latter sigh. This woman looked to be in her early twenties, which was a good time for her youth. It was really

What a pity.

"My... record, handed over to my... master..." The woman used all her strength to say these words, spread out the small bag she was holding tightly in her hands, and then died, completely dead.

Zhou Mou was stunned on the spot, at a loss for a moment. This was the first time he saw someone die in front of him. Although he had never been the cause of his death, this feeling made him tremble inexplicably.

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After about a cup of tea, Zhou Mou clasped his hands together, said Hallelujah, and picked up the bag in the woman's hand. It felt light and airy, as if there was nothing inside. Moreover, the material was extremely special, unlike anything he had ever seen in his life.

The fabrics I have come into contact with are all very different.

"In the vast sea of ​​people, I don't know who your master is. I have to read the content of the letter first. I'm offended."

As Zhou Mou said this, he bowed to the woman's body, then opened the cloth bag, then turned it over, trying to pour out the letter inside, but the next second made him dumbfounded.

More than a dozen miscellaneous things fell out instantly and piled up at his feet. Zhou Mou's eyes widened and he looked at the bag in his hand and then at the things on the ground.

"Isn't this the world in a fantasy novel?"

When I read novels in the past, there was a kind of bag called a storage bag, or a space bag, which contained the universe. A purse-sized bag could hold several pigs. What was even more outrageous was that it was used to transport military rations for war, and even some

Strong people don't need any storage bags at all. Instead, they create a world of their own within their bodies, where they grow flowers, grass, and sell eggs.

Looking at the things on the ground, there are several pieces of paper filled with words, which must be the records the woman mentioned, a knife, somewhat similar to the machete used by knights, a few pieces of clothing, a bellyband, some dry food and water.

, two books, some gold and silver jewelry, and dozens of stones that emitted a faint light. They didn't look like ordinary objects, but they didn't know what they were used for.

Zhou Mou picked up the knife and danced it twice, and he felt quite comfortable. As a handsome pork guy inherited from his family, his pig-killing knife skills have reached the peak of perfection. Although it has been many years, his hand with the knife has also improved.

Not much unfamiliar.

"Speaking of which, how can I use this thing? Is it possible to identify the owner with a drop of blood?"

After tinkering with the storage bag for a while, Zhou Mou thought about how to put the things back. He also thought about cutting his fingers like the plot in the novel where blood was shed to identify the owner, but later he gave up because he was afraid of the pain.

idea.

Later, I really discovered the trick. Just bring the thing close to the bag and poke it, and it will automatically suck in with a squeak. It’s simple and clear. There is no need to bleed to identify the owner like in the movie and novel. It’s troublesome.

batch of.

Zhou Mou put the two letters, dry food, water and other things in it, and his eyes stayed on the two books, "Wuji Mental Technique" and "Nikkong Sword Jue". There were also three words written in the lower right corner: "Manuscript".

They are the names printed on the two books, which look similar to the martial arts secrets in the TV series.

"I'm familiar with this plot. A male pig's trotters travels to another world. Usually there is some kind of system or the guidance of an old man who teaches martial arts. Then he gets the secret book of cultivating immortals, and gradually reaches the pinnacle of life. He gets to know a powerful saint and becomes rich.

Spend thousands of dollars to marry Bai Fumei, that's what the novels say."

Zhou Mou jumped back into the car with two books and planned to study them carefully. Since it is a world of cultivating immortals, the rule has always been that the strong are respected and the weak are eliminated. There is no cultivator.

Because then it is nothing.

The beginning of martial arts is today!

With a hint of excitement, Zhou Mou opened the manuscript of Wuji Mental Technique.

There are three thousand avenues of chaos, and my only method is the Wuji method. At the beginning of the era, the sage of the human race, the ancestor "Wuji", settled in Pinghai and established the sect. This is the foundation of Wuji, the chapter of body refining and blood quenching.

The first thing that catches the eye are two domineering poems. Although it is a handwritten copy, the writing style is also vigorous and powerful. I don't think it was copied casually. There is also the will of who else but me. It can be seen that this skill

The infinite mind is not an ordinary thing.

"Refining the body, tempering the blood..." Zhou Mou lit a cigarette and read it carefully, "The secret book of more than ten pages is not complete yet, but only has two chapters. What is the cultivation system of this world like?

How many realms are there, and what is the name of this land?"

There are 108 meridians in the human body. The purpose of the body refining realm is to strengthen one's own qi and blood, penetrate all the meridians, develop the human body's divine treasure, and make one's body gradually stronger, and even be able to refine copper skin and iron bones, and this realm

Also known as the ninth level of body refining, it is the beginning of everything. Afterwards, there will be a state of great perfection, but only by breaking the shackles can one enter the next state.

After a few hours, Zhou Mou gradually memorized all the words of the Wuji Mental Technique, and recited it to himself several times. Then he took out the book of Ni Kong Knife Technique and the machete in the storage bag to practice, no matter what

, Becoming stronger is the supreme truth for all time travellers. If you don’t have strength, no one will think highly of you. Just like in the modern era of science and technology, you have to work hard to make money. It will never change.

Zhou Mou took a deep breath of the real dragon, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and looked out the window with a determined look in his eyes.

The road is at his feet, and hope is ahead. Since he is not dead and his feet are not lame, he should go on. Whether it is to find out the reason for coming here, to go back, or to become a tobacco merchant who monopolizes another world, he should go on.
Chapter completed!