Chapter 1 Who says knowledge is not power

"The system is turned on!"

"Grandpa save me!"

"Help"

Each man and a wolf, in the evening sunset, chasing each other, shocking countless birds.

"System system, turn it on quickly!"

"Grandpa is coming out!"

"Help"

...

There is still no system box, and the legendary old man still does not appear. The sound of people's footsteps is getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of breathing is like a bellows.

"God, my god, your ancestors!"

Five minutes later, the call for help turned into a curse.

Zhang Qian was sure that he had really traveled through time.

It is not because of the increasingly rugged mountain roads under your feet, nor because the surrounding area is much denser than the surrounding area near Chang'an University Town in the 21st century.

But because he had just run for more than 1,500 meters, he couldn't find a brick, a piece of rotten tiles, and a figure along the way!

This is by no means Chang'an University Town in the 21st century, nor can it be human society in the 21st century.

Although the 21st century Chang'an University Town is a little remote, in the evening, the seniors who were dating the seniors who were walking on the way to date, were like crucian carp trees crossing the river.

Although hygiene habits in the 21st century have greatly improved, the broken bricks and tiles in the grass are still in reach.

But now, he could not find any kind of rescue, nor could he find any suitable bricks and tiles to defend.

He didn't even find a plastic bag or a piece of waste paper along the way, let alone Durex and Zhanshibang who were afraid of avoiding walking in the grass.

He grew up in an orphanage and went to college with a kind-hearted person. So far, he has never used the last two things.

In order to make himself look like a person, he has been focusing on studying since the day he became sensible. When he grew up, he even studied while working as a tutor. He had no time and no money to do anything "rebellious".

The biggest mistake he had ever done in his life was to look at his phone while walking. As a result, ten minutes ago, when he raised his head from his phone, he came to this completely unfamiliar place.

"God, my god, your ancestors" screamed in grief and anger, and continued to echo in the wilderness. Then there was a heavier gasp.

Because he was an orphan, Zhang Qian did not dare to get sick since he was a child, so he kept working hard to exercise. After getting into college and finding his first part-time job as a tutor, he paid more attention to balanced nutrition and health. Therefore, although he looked tall and strong, he didn't have much fat on his body.

For an orphan, his tall and strong appearance can help him less bully.

For a college student, his developed and flexible limbs can also help him return to campus after finishing his part-time tutoring, avoiding many unnecessary troubles.

This is also one of the reasons why he has not yet been buried in the wolf's mouth. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the evil wolf behind him is deliberately "walking" him in order to exhaust the physical strength of his prey and avoid a dying counterattack when he launches his last blow.

No matter what the reason is, the ending seems to be long ago destined.

After running wildly for more than 3,000 meters, Zhang Qian could no longer run.

The legs were as heavy as lead, the muscles on the waist were sore and painful, sweat flowed into a stream on the head, face, and arms, but the eyes and throat were dry, as if two balls of fire were burning.

"God, my god, my ancestors" let out a hoarse cry in his mouth, and Zhang Qian stepped towards the rocks beside the mountain road.

That was the largest shelter he could find within nearly five hundred meters. It was three meters high and four meters wide, which was enough to ensure that he would not be attacked from behind. Under the rocks, a few stones that fell off due to weathering may be dug out as weapons.

Facts proved that his choice was extremely wise. When he leaned on the rock with his back and picked up a stone the size of a melon with lightning speed, the wild wolf that had been chasing it stopped in fear.

The three thousand meters of running almost drained Zhang Qian's physical strength. It was also not easy for the wild wolf.

The arched wolf body was trembling faintly, and the sound of breathing in the wide wolf's mouth was as heavy as a bellows. The bright red wolf tongue was dragged outside the mouth since it stopped hitting four claws. The saliva or sweat was drizzling along the edge of the tongue.

"Go, go!" Zhang Qian tried hard to wave his left hand holding the stone twice, and at the same time, he quickly kicked several other stones nearby with his right foot.

The wild wolf was frightened and quickly dodged to the side, and its movements were far less flexible than before. However, Zhang Qian, who observed this detail, could not feel any joy in his heart.

The pain from his right toe made him realize clearly that God played with him again. Except for the piece in his hand, the other stones around him suitable for weapons were far larger than the part exposed to the ground. Unless he had a shovel in his hand at this moment, he could not dig out these stones as weapons, and the wild wolf on the opposite side would not give him enough time to dig with his bare hands!

And if he had a shovel in his hand at this moment, why would he be forced into such a mess?

After experiencing the initial panic, tension and despair, at this moment, although Zhang Qian's body was exhausted, his mental state improved a lot compared to before.

In other words, as an orphan, his nerves are much bigger than his peers. He is basically able to accept the reality of time travel and make up his mind to fight the wild wolf to the death.

"Anyway, if you lose, it will be just a burial of the wolf's belly. No one will be sad for me, nor will anyone remember me!" While the wild wolf was recovering its strength and before launching an attack, he smiled bitterly and shook his head, stuffed his phone into his carry-on schoolbag.

This Huawei movie was bought after he saved four months of money and used to smash the wolf's head. It's a pity. If it is picked up by someone else in the future, it may become a witness to his existence. Although few people have cared about his existence since the day of birth.

A unique touch of paper came from the joints of the fingers. It was the English version of "Song of Ice and Fire" in the schoolbag. It was a pity that he was so angry that he was so angry that he didn't even think about throwing away such a heavy book.

In fact, even if he can think about it, he may not be willing to give up.

This book was borrowed from a returnee student this afternoon after he sent me a favor for half a month. The reason for borrowing the original version was not because of how good his English was, but because this book was released two months ago, and the Chinese translation version was not known to have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month.

If we follow the original setting of Master Martin, this volume should not be called "The Dream of Spring Dawn", but "The Era of Running Wolf". In an instant, Zhang Qian was stimulated to tears again.

If he had known that he would meet a wolf if he had borrowed a book called "The Era of the Running Wolf", he should have borrowed the book "The King's Treasure". Maybe he had just come over and waited to pick up a vault, then buy a huge manor, marry seventeen or eighteen wives, and live a shameless and playboy life from now on...

"God!" He gritted his teeth and cursed, he stuffed his phone into the middle of the pages, then quickly squatted, grabbed a handful of gravel pieces, and stuffed them into his schoolbag.

The wild wolf took a few steps back by this action, and made a series of low roars. Like dogs, the wolf was also very alert to the action of bent down to pick up stones. This may be due to the inheritance in their bloodline. After all, this thing has been in conflict with primates since ancient times. Although it won more than lose less, it was also hit by the latter with stones and fruits again and again and again to make his head bleeding.

"God, thief!" Found that the wild wolf did not attack while he bent down, Zhang Qian waved the stones with his right hand a few times, and then quickly squatted down again, stuffing more pieces of gravel into his schoolbag.

"Gugugugu..." Zhang Qian squatted down to pick up stone pieces, but was involuntarily angry. The wild wolf let out another low roar in his mouth. Then, his hind legs suddenly exerted force, and his body soared into the air. In the air, his snow-white teeth flashed coldly.

"Get out!" Zhang Qian decisively smashed the stone in his right hand towards the wild wolf, but it broke into nothing. The wolf's attack was a false move, and the purpose was to test his reaction speed and resistance ability. Now, his only stone was also taken off.

"Aoaoao" the wild wolf who had been deceived made a long and proud howl in his mouth. His two front legs alternately stepped horizontally, looking for the best attack angle and opportunity.

The next moment, it instinctively felt the danger, pressed down its body, and retreated quickly with its four claws alternately.

Zhang Qian threw away the stone, but grabbed the backpack in his hand. The bag itself was filled with the book "Dream of Spring Dawn" and the gravel, and turned into a large meteor hammer.

The fake schoolbags produced in Yiwu are stronger than the genuine ones. "Dream of Chunxiao" are exquisitely printed, exquisitely used paper, and heavy enough. The only thing they lack is the hardness. The gravel pieces that just stuffed in hastily happened to make up for this flaw!

"Come on, bite me, come on!" After swaying the large "Meteor Hammer" in the air, Zhang Qian shouted arrogantly at the wild wolf. At this moment, he was like an angry bird!
Chapter completed!