Chapter 1, Skyfall System (Part 1)

The city of Chang'an in the second year of Fengyou. The sunset that shines as bright as golden and blue has gradually sunset; the dark night as deep as veil has begun to fall and cover this, as if it is the everlasting Xijing City.

As the last farewell, the deep evening bells first came from Dacien Temple, drifting through the deep jade towers with the wind, and floating across the palace walls of the forbidden gardens with gray tiles and green ridges; it also slowly drifted through the rushing and turbulent Ba River and the yellow water, and disappeared in the misty and distant sky of the evening song.

And when the last round of closing sounded, the chilled west wind also blew down from Longshou Mountain, breezing through the magnificent piles of mills on the Wei River, blowing through the old trees, and the high walls of hundreds of feet high with grass, blowing through the two major cities in the east and west of Chang'an City, thirty-five horizontal and broad streets, and one hundred and nine fangs;

The thousands of weeping willows beside the large Taiye pond and the golden peaches on the banks of the imperial ditch were blown to the whistle and scattered; the remaining people who were still from Pan Heng to the city's neighbors were filled with a wave of cold night.

However, after the night fell completely, there was no cold street where the usual pedestrians were almost extinct. Whether it was the Jinwu children who had begun to ride horses on patrol the streets during the scrambles of three or five;

Or amidst the scattered and clamoring like jackals, they yelled near the gates of the various places, waiting to catch the banned people. They all disappeared at this moment.

Instead, the lanterns gradually lit and shone with the crowds and cars and horses rushing out of the houses in the city yard, the eaves, railings, pavilions, and canals;

On this special annual day, Xijing is like a graceful and elegant lady with a hat and hood. It was not until this moment that this magnificent and huge city was fully exposed. From the hustle and bustle of day, there were completely different joys and tides, and the other side of the music and singing reached the tide.

The noisy popularity and brilliant lights were frightened by the birds that had been hovering in the night sky for a long time. There was also a jackdaw with shiny feathers and plump figures.

It flew hard to fly in the wind for a long time in the ubiquitous popularity and noise, and finally drove out the kind of person who was in trouble, and found a place on the somewhat dilapidated wall beam that was not disturbed for the time being.

However, it tilted its head and tugged its proud wings with its mouth, but it shone in its dark eyes. Behind the street market with lights and shadows, the scattered swaying lights were shrouded in the darkness.

It was in the dim streets of fire, two tall and short sweating profusely, dragging something; their reflections squirmed like ghosts on the mottled and peeling low walls.

However, not long after, one of the shorter figures left the things in his hand regardless of the matter, sat on the ground, and stuck out his tongue and smacked his lips and gasped.

Another tall figure was tripped by his sudden letting go, and he couldn't help but say in a deep voice:

"Sanpier, why did you stop again? How many times have you been..."

"We are so exhausted. This guy is a little too heavy. I'd better look for it nearby..."

The short man named Sanpier kept touching the sweaty and gasping on his forehead.

"That's because you've tried too much at Chunfang Pavilion, and you've become soft-shelled shrimps..."

The tall man couldn't help but laugh at him.

"You old monkey who can only spray feces, I am a soft-shelled shrimp, and I will still beat you up with one hand..."

Sanpier suddenly became a little anxious and kicked him again.

"Old...old...money, don't make up for him a few more times to ensure the account..."

"Don't make more trouble for the bad guys nearby,"

Hearing this, the tall old monkey changed his face.

"Is it because I think the Wuhou of Jinwu and the two courts didn't come to ask the question... How much money and money will be spent on this and the money for the old man in this room..."

"Then...then...then I really can't drag it far..."

Sanpier hesitated and pressed his legs.

"Then listen to me, I found a Qiangouzi and pressed it in. Ming Ge'er just reported that he was drunk and drowned. The people in Jingjie dragged him out and turned into fat. Even the old men in Wude Department's marriage department would not say much if they saw it..."

The old monkey said with a fierce look on his face.

"Look at him, I will first find the deep water can, and then bring a broken jar to smash it on the side to do things... In this way, if there is a scratched wound on my body, I will be able to get through..."

However, during their conversation, the human body dragged on the ground was ignored and moved invisibly for a long time.

"who I am?"

"I was there?"

"What am I going to do?..."

With this thought-provoking soul question, the gray-white picture, which was as solid as a thick ice surface, suddenly became vivid and noisy from the perceptual senses of someone dragged on the ground.

But in his blurry vision, it seemed that there was always a dark night sky, reflecting the low-pressure clouds with dim lights and a building outline that was slowly retreating involuntarily in a certain upside down.

In an instant, someone fell into a nightmare scene. Is this a supernatural and terrifying world scene? Someone who seemed to be captured by horror and abnormality trembled all over.

Could it be that I had traveled through time? In an instant, it was like a flood of tubes. As the scenes of the life of the lightning flashed out, two life memories with completely different time and space backgrounds were mixed into a pot of paste and intertwined in his mind.

I rely on the skills left by helping the chef in the army to almost become the son-in-law of an African and inherit the position of chief; I am part-time team doctor at the security captain of the foreign aid agricultural project in Chinese characters, and Jiang Ting, who is part-time consultant behind the scenes for the domestic wilderness survival project team?

No, I was still ordered to live in Wenxin Lane, Guangdeli, Wannian County, Xijing. Gao Yuanming, who had made Western Conference and corrections for others on the surface, but privately worked part-time to ask about life, almost died in the unlucky person in this humble alley.

This kind of repetitive and inverted cognition made him want to cover his swelling and painful forehead, but his whole body was so soft that he had no strength, and he could never lift a finger. It took him a while before he sorted out the fragments again and restored them to what had happened before.

I just finished filming with the program team from the magnificent grassland and returned to the container dormitory of the temporary station. I owe a lot of online articles to serialize them but haven't read them yet. As a result, I found that the website 404 was removed from the shelves when I logged in.

Then there were several t of various Chinese and foreign collections accumulated in the solid state hard drive, and many paper-based wives and fan works were used to relieve the fatigue of AIDS-prone black continent, and they were also destroyed by the inexplicable virus. And when they smashed the laptop keyboard in anger, they were shot.

The next moment, it becomes a bustling street market running wildly, a prosperous festival night with singing and dancing, a fierce mood of anxiety and anxiety losing important things, and finally a fragment of the chaotic scene of darkness and sinking in a sudden burst of pain behind the mind.

"Main God", "System", "Caoliu", or an indescribable existence among Mi Mi, quickly came out to give me a reminder and guidance... Then, as if I felt his prayer and roaring voice, the backward scene suddenly stopped.

A green subtitle prompt text suddenly popped up in a still field of vision:

"Do you want to change the world?"

"In no mood!"

"Do you want to save your life?"

"In no mood!"

"Do you want to gain strength?"

"I don't want to!"

Jiang Ting almost roared out in his consciousness:

"I just want to go back,"

After all, he had already tasted enough away from the wild taste of modern social elements of hydropower networks.

What's more, he still has several g of the collection on his hard drive and hasn't read it, and he hasn't had time to catch up with a lot of extras and episodes of "Your Wife is Awesome"; the new mods of customized games such as "Artificial Girl" and "Customized Maid" have not yet been unlocked...

“…”

In the empty static field of view, I don’t know how long it took to pause before I picked out a prompt again:

"Survival Mission Release: "Living!"

Then it became a bunch of illustrative texts:

"The city with material desires, the prosperous Shangjing, the place where the world gathers, the darkness under the lights, and the struggle in despair, asking for help... Where will the alien body with wrong time and space go?"

"Grass (plant properties)!"

Since he has understood everything he is facing, as a modern person with normal values ​​and a considerable future, Jiang Ting is naturally unwilling to sit and wait for death, and suddenly wants to struggle to do something;

But I only felt the feeling of weakness that was everywhere in my body, and it seemed that even the effort to rotate my neck and waist became very difficult.

But Jiang Ting did not give up easily. As the other person left, he tried to calm down the rhythm of his breathing and his heart that was beating violently. With the help of the shadows in the corner, he began to use his palms to drag backwards to explore the thick and sharp ground;

Finally, after accidentally breaking his fingertips, he felt a loose edge and corner hard on the hard sandy ground. It might be a broken tiles, but it was also the only way for Jiang Zhi to live at this moment.

"It's moved!!"

However, at this time, Sanpier, who was guarding the side, also turned his head; it was a malnourished and thin and prominent pockmarked face; the expression twitched with surprise, as if he was wearing a funny mask.

However, something raised in his hand made Jiang Qiong unable to laugh at all. The whistling wind exploded and screamed. The stick he waved hit Jiang Qiong's ears with a thump, and the splashed sand and soil even splashed into his mouth.

But the next moment, Sanpi suddenly felt a sudden pain in her feet, but Jiang Qi pulled out the sharp end of the broken tiles from her hand, and knocked on his ankle without any gap. In an instant, it was like a baby's mouth being turned on, and a stream of blood was spewed out. The pain of Sanpi's son suddenly hugged his feet and fell to the ground and wailed loudly.

However, Jiang Ting suddenly kicked his legs and put them on his face. The mourning sound suddenly stopped, and his head slammed heavily against the earth wall, making a muffled sound. He suddenly became confused and turned around. Then he shook his head and tried to reach out to touch the falling stick.

However, Jiang Ting, who was in a state of excitement at this moment, continued to work hard to pluck up the only remaining strength in his upper body, pinched the middle finger bone sideways to the momentum of a broken fist, and hit Sanpier's raised nose face to face;

It was like something soft and crisp, which instantly cracked from his face that he was tilting his head to make a shout. The movement of his legs was like being cut off from the air, and it suddenly stopped softly and fell to the wall.

Seeing that the other party's breathing was getting weaker and weaker, he finally stopped moving and his body became hard and straightened. He was exhausted and he was in danger. If Jiang Xian fell into exhaustion again, he suddenly realized that he had come back to his senses or traveled through time, and on the first day he passed through, he had to kill people in self-defense.

"Fuck, this should be considered as self-defense..."

He said silently in his heart at this moment.

You should know that I have shot antelope, wildebeests in the tribe's private areas, hunted ferocious crocodiles and fierce wild buffaloes, and used guns to shoot and deter armed elements who came to rob the robbery from afar.

However, killing people in close combat with bare hands is the first time in my life. However, killing them in one go without any discomfort or disgust, just like an instinctive reaction to survive. Is there still a suppressed murderer hidden in my body?

Then, in the recruit camp when he was enlisted, the old squad leader who looked like "Secretary Dakang" also heard again:

"You like to hide your bad temper. You should have been in the army for a long time..."

At this time, a line of green words flashed again in the field of vision:

"The first step to survive is completed. Energy harvesting..."
Chapter completed!