NFBE Chapter 349: Moonlight Mirror, traveling through the Republic of China?
Chapter 349: Moonlight Mirror, traveling through the Republic of China?
Chapter 349: Moonlight Mirror, traveling through the Republic of China?
inside the carriage.
As Feng Baobao's blade cut open the shaman's abdomen, a smooth mirror with a golden bronze luster appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Zhang Chulan was curious, but before he could finish his words, a beam of light shot out from the mirror, drenching the entire carriage in a golden glow. It was as if he was blinded all of a sudden, and he could not see a thing.
"No! It's a scam!"
Zhang Wuling felt that the space was unstable, and a very strange and dangerous force was rushing out from the mirror.
At the first moment, Zhang Wuling threw out the magic weapon, the Glazed Lotus, to protect everyone inside.
Then everyone felt dizzy, as if they were thrown into a huge, high-speed spinning washing machine.
"vomit--"
"Fuck, Zhang Chulan, stop vomiting in my Baolian!"
"Ah~oh~ I feel dizzy~"
"what's the situation?!"
Bang! boom!
Fortunately, in less than a minute, everyone seemed to be thrown out and fell to the ground one by one.
The strong smell of coal rushed into his nostrils. Zhang Lingyu got up from the ground and was stunned when he looked around.
"What...what is this place?"
The gray-white platform was empty, and under the overcast sky in the distance, the onion-like Russian dome was dim and dull.
A cold wind was blowing between heaven and earth, like a knife, cutting the skin wantonly.
There are several tracks arranged in a row, and a lot of coal slag can be vaguely seen under the sleepers.
But there was not a single train to be seen, nor were there any passengers on the platform. The surroundings were deserted, and the scene was as lonely as a frozen old photo.
Wang Zhenqiu dusted himself off and said, "This looks like an old train station."
Zhang Wuling put away the Glazed Lotus and looked around. He saw the words "Bincheng" written on a black and white wooden sign on the platform.
Bincheng?
The place they were in before should be Baishan...
Wang Ye held up his phone and said, "There's no signal here, so I can't make calls."
"Damn, what are they doing to us?!" Zhang Chulan stopped complaining, and the surrounding environment seemed strange to him.
Zhang Wuling said, "No matter where it is, we'll know once we take a look."
A few people went up to the platform, and everything they saw had a sense of age.
It looked like an abandoned old train station. We looked around and didn't find anything unusual, so we walked out of the train station.
As soon as they walked out of the station door, the scene they saw stunned everyone.
On both sides extend small Western-style buildings, and on the open bluestone road, there are passers-by wearing long gowns of various colors, rickshaw drivers wearing black melon-shaped hats, hawkers carrying loads and wearing straw sandals, and "elite" people in suits and ties holding yellow briefcases.
In the distance, under a shop with a sign that read "Lao Dingfeng", a waiter was wrapping rice noodles with oil paper. Not far away was a steaming bun shop with a few chairs on the side. Two female students in blue cotton robes were sitting there eating buns.
Wang Ye and the others were stunned, their clever brains were inactive for a long time and they were still unable to recover.
Just then, a rickshaw passed by, and in the rickshaw sat an exquisite young lady wearing a peony-patterned brocade cheongsam and a mink fur coat. As she passed by, a fragrant breeze blew in my face, and I could see a pair of eye-catching long white legs.
A little further away, you can even see shop signs in Russian, Japanese and English - that should be a suit shop.
Although you may not understand Russian and Japanese, you can still understand English.
Véritas Atelier, roughly translated, maybe it’s called ‘Virintia’?
I don’t know if it’s opened by foreigners, but there are no Chinese characters on the sign, so it looks very Western.
"This...this..." Feng Xingtong's eyes widened, "Did we break into some film crew?"
"Do you think it looks like that?" Wang Zhenqiu asked, pointing at the scene in front of him.
"No, but how is this possible?" Feng Xingtong was on the verge of tears. "We traveled through time? This is too outrageous!"
Zhang Chulan also found it unbelievable and wanted to turn around and ask Zhang Wuling what to do.
"Boss, we..."
However, when he turned around, he found that Zhang Wuling was gone!
This scared Zhang Chulan, and he looked around quickly. As a result, he saw Zhang Wuling and Feng Baobao in front of a stall selling roasted sweet potatoes not far away.
"Boss, how much are two sweet potatoes?"
"Two sweet potatoes and a dime."
"Oh, then give one to me and my sister."
"it is good."
This scene was witnessed not only by Zhang Chulan, but also by Wang Ye and Zhang Lingyu.
For a moment, everyone was petrified and silent.
"I'm so sad. The boss went to buy sweet potatoes and didn't even call me!" Wang Zhenqiu sighed.
Wang Ye and the others around him immediately looked over speechlessly, "Hey, idiot, is this the main point now?"
"That's right!" Wang Zhenqiu suddenly realized, "Where did the boss get the money? Our currency is not valid at this time..."
Damn, I almost forgot this guy is also a psychopath.
Just when everyone was worried that Zhang Wuling was going to dine and dash, the other party's next move surprised them.
Zhang Wuling took the sweet potato from the boss and said with a smile, "Boss, this is what I mean. We left in a hurry this morning and forgot to bring money, so can we exchange this with you?"
Under the boss's suspicious gaze, Zhang Wuling took out a box of chocolates from his pocket.
"This box of chocolates is Western-made. Whether you eat it yourself or sell it, it's enough to pay for these two sweet potatoes."
The boss's eyes lit up instantly, and he held out his hand with a smile, "Oh, that's enough, that's so embarrassing..."
"Excuse me? Well, how about this, Boss, could you please give us some cash? It would be really awkward for us to go out without a penny."
"Uh... no problem."
So, Zhang Wuling and Feng Baobao came back each holding a sweet potato, and a few wrinkled banknotes in their hands, the amounts were not large.
Zhang Lingyu watched the two people eating sweet potatoes and said, "How are they? Are they really edible?"
Zhang Wuling nodded: "Sure, come, you all try it."
The sweet potato is quite big, and everyone doesn’t eat much, so one bite is enough for each person, just to taste it.
When everyone felt the aroma and temperature of the sweet potatoes, their reactions became unpleasant.
"It's over, I really traveled through time..." Feng Xingtong sighed dejectedly.
Barron was in a good mood and said, "Ha, it's nice to be in a new era and start a new adventure."
Of course, the biggest reason why Barron has such a good mentality is that he is single, a real loner, so he has no problem going anywhere and can adapt quickly.
But everyone else has a family, and no one wants to travel through time for no apparent reason.
Especially people like Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing, who have wealthy families and live a good life, have even less desire to travel through time.
Haven’t you seen that most of the vast army of time travelers are orphans without parents?
Or they are unlucky people who died in various ways. If they are not orphans or unlucky people, who the hell would want to travel through time!
Even if ordinary people traveled through time, they would aim to become kings, generals, rich young men, dragon kings, or even emperors or gods.
What are these people trying to achieve by traveling through time?
Especially in this era, there are a group of true gods here!
What do you dare to think? What do you want to do? What the hell can you do!
Just when Feng Xingtong and the others felt that their lives were over, Zhang Wuling was eating sweet potatoes very calmly.
"Well, it's not that hopeless yet."