I Became a Martial Saint In Another World

Chapter 2 Did you really travel through time?

evening.

 Seven past five.

Yang Fang was exhausted and returned home. His mind was still unable to calm down. He frowned tightly and thought about the scene during the day.

 How could there be such a coincidence?

The patient before said with a frightened face that he would travel through time and die.

 In the end, within twenty minutes, he was really dead?

 Is there really anyone in this world who can travel through time?

Yang Fang couldn't help but shook his head slightly, opened the door, walked into the home, changed his shoes, took off his clothes, and prepared to take a bath to clean himself of the bad luck.

At this moment, he frowned and suddenly felt a stinging pain in his left wrist.

Like being burned by fire, unbearable.

 He immediately looked at his wrist, his pupils narrowed slightly, showing a look of surprise, as if he couldn't believe it.

  0 days 0 hours 9 minutes 58 seconds.

  57 seconds.

  56 seconds.

A line of strange, bright black handwriting appeared in front of him.

Yang Fang's heart immediately stirred up a huge wave of panic.

He rubbed his eyes hard, but found that it was not an illusion at all.

  He rubbed the row of numbers on his arm vigorously, only to find that the numbers seemed to blend into his skin.

  No matter how you rub it, the numbers will still count down automatically.

　　Bursts of burning pain kept coming.

 “Crossing.”

Yang Fang's head sank, and he thought again of Zheng Fanghua's previous words.

 Is what he said true?

Yang put down his consciousness and wanted to call the police, but suddenly made a move.

Even if you call the police, how can the police trust you?

This line of numbers should only be visible to you.

 At least that’s the number on Zheng Fanghua’s body.

So if the police cannot see these numbers, no matter how hard he explains, it will be completely useless. Instead, they will regard him as crazy.

Yang Fang thought about it, and suddenly reacted. He quickly put on his clothes, walked into the kitchen, grabbed a pan, and seemed to think it was not safe, so he put the fruit knife and kitchen knife on his waist.

 After doing all this, he walked to the sofa on one side and lay down quietly, waiting for the change to come.

If you can really travel through time, it will probably be through soul travel.

 Because Zheng Fanghua’s body is the proof!

 But regardless of whether it was soul penetration or not, he would give it a try.

What if when traveling through time, you can really bring the things around you with you?

According to Zheng Fanghua, that world is full of dangers. If you are not prepared, even if you get through, you will be dead.

The more Yang Fang thought about it, the more uneasy he became.

 Why didn’t I trust Zheng Fanghua before?

 At least you should ask him more about the specific background of that world!

The countdown on the arm is like a reminder of a bell.

With every beat, Yang Fang's heartbeat trembled.

  Time passes bit by bit.

Yang Fang gradually felt that it became difficult to breathe. His eyes slowly blurred and turned black. His body seemed to have fallen into a black sea. It was endlessly black and there was no light at all. He seemed to be sinking forever.

 I don’t know how long it has been.

A bright light gradually appeared in Yang Fang's eyes, and his breathing became smoother again.

He opened his eyes, gasping for air, as if he had been suffocating for a long time, and suddenly sat up from the bed.

"This is!"

 He looked shocked and looked at his surroundings.

Have you really traveled through time?

  It is no longer one’s own home.

 A low oil lamp flickered faintly, its light was dim and somewhat depressing.

The room was low, cramped, and damp. The air was filled with the smell of mold and mild rancidity.

The surrounding walls are all made of thick mud blocks, a bed is made of simple wooden boards, the room is filled with pungent smell of urine, a chamber pot is placed not far away, and there is a simple Something like a washbasin.

 It looks as shabby as it looks.

The clothes on his body are no longer modern clothes, but the clothes worn by young men in ancient times, with several patches on them.

Yang Fang pinched his thigh hard.

 Abnormal pain.

 It’s not a dream.

With a look of surprise on his face, he stood up from the bed and quickly touched his waist.

 The fruit knives, kitchen knives, and pans all didn’t come with me.

 He suddenly looked at his arm again.

 The countdown on the left arm has also completely disappeared.

The skin is rough, thin, and black, as if it is malnourished all year round or exposed to wind and sun.

 He picked up the oil lamp and came to a water jar in the room.

The face in the water tank is unusually thin, with an ancient hairstyle and a wooden hairpin on his head, but looking at the face, it is exactly the same as before.

 The only difference is that the facial features are a little dark and a little thin.

 “The faces look the same and the heights are about the same”

Yang Fang murmured to himself.

 This is a world with an ancient setting?

 He walked around the room and began to try his best to recall information about the world.

However, I found that the pain in my mind was abnormal, like a knife twisting.

 Fragments of information began to come in.

The place is called the Black Iron Settlement. It is extremely huge, densely populated, surrounded by miasma, densely forested, and extremely dangerous.

 But at the same time, it is not safe in the settlement. You can see all kinds of corpses lying on the roadside every day.

The original owner's name is also Yang Fang. He is a coolie at Fuyun Wharf. He earns ten cents a day and is very precarious.

Scenes of memories kept flooding into Yang Fang's mind.

 Suddenly, Yang Fang showed surprise and captured a fragment of memory.

 “Evil?”

There is something evil going on in the settlement these two days?

 People die mysteriously and tragically every night?

 Subconsciously, his whole body tensed up, his hairs stood up, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

 Don’t you know that the world you traveled through is the same world as Zheng Fanghua?

Besides yourself, are there any other people on Earth?

With countless thoughts in his mind, he came to the closed wooden door and looked outside along the crack of the door.

 It was pitch black.

 Hand out of sight.

　　It is late at night, and the surrounding fields are so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.

But when he thought of the recent evil, Yang Fang's hair crawled and he couldn't help but step back.

 “What kind of ghost world is this?”

 He walked up and down the room.

Can I go back again?

 How did Zheng Fanghua return?

While he was frowning, suddenly, the light in front of his eyes was distorted, mysterious and hazy.

 A shallow light curtain emerged.

Name: Yang Fang

 Life expectancy: 21/32 years

 Cultivation level: Not yet admitted (20/30)

 Heart Technique: Introduction to Yang Yan Jue (6/100)

 Martial Arts: Introduction to Thirteen Gale Swords (18/100)

 Qualifications: Terrible (1/5)

 Panel?

 A piece of information quickly came to mind.

“This is a proficiency panel. As long as you practice martial arts, you can increase your proficiency. And with every additional point of proficiency, your martial arts will advance a little?”

Yang showed a strange color.

 Soon, some bits and pieces of information about Yang Yan Jue and the Thirteen Gale Swords began to appear in his mind.

Although the names of the two techniques are domineering, they are the largest and most common techniques in the settlement.

 It has no characteristics at all.

More importantly, this proficiency only has an effect on martial arts, and has no effect on mental skills.

  In other words, his [Yang Yan Jue] can only rely on his own practice.

ah!

Just when Yang Fang was secretly nervous, suddenly, a shrill scream came directly from the dark night outside. It was hoarse and seemed to be only about tens of meters away from him.

Yang Fang was startled.

 Evil spirits?

 He was frightened and quickly retreated.

 (End of this chapter)