Late at night, while von Schneider was painstakingly dissecting the corpse, Lu Mingfei Su Yue already knew what was going on.

He looked at the Hyakuki Nightwalker version of Su Yue in front of him in bewilderment - to be precise, it was Sadako, Yingcao's father, Bachi-sama, Bone Girl, Yan Yanluo, and Snow Girl standing next to him.

A sigh of envy.

"Damn it! Why did my golden finger turn into a superman, but you got a system that can summon little sisters?"

"Why are you so anxious! Now that we've met, what's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine!"

The Hundred Ghost version of Su Yue smiled and stretched out his hand, sharing memories and golden fingers with Lu Mingfei.

Then--

"Damn it! Does this thing need to be upgraded by itself?"

Thinking about the other party's level 3 Baigui system, which can summon six young ladies, and then looking at his pitiful level 1 system, Lu Mingfei, who gave away a divine light stick mark for nothing, felt that he had lost 100 million.

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When the Hundred Ghost version of Su Yue woke up from a coma, he felt that his head was extremely hot.

He opened his eyes and found that he had no strength and fell limply on a wooden bed.

He was dizzy, as if his whole field of vision was spinning.

Su Yue closed his eyes again and tried his best to make a small sound.

"Yes, is there anyone?"

boom!

The old wooden door was opened. A man wearing a familiar gray cotton coat, leggings, short hair and a ring scar on his head came over.

"Hey, are you awake? Come and drink this medicine!"

He held a pottery bowl in his hand, lifted Su Yue's neck with no gentleness at all, and slowly poured the medicine into his mouth.

So bitter!

After drinking this medicine, Su Yue's tongue became numb due to the bitter taste, and his whole face wrinkled.

Fortunately, the short-haired young man poured another bowl of water for Su Yue to drink, which slightly suppressed the bitter taste.

"Hey, let me tell you, you...hey?"

The short-haired young man who put down the bowl was about to say something, but when he saw Su Yue fell asleep again after drinking the medicine, he couldn't help but touch his head speechlessly.

…

When Su Yue woke up again, it was already dark. The clear chirping of insects could be heard outside the room.

He was woken up by snoring.

Feeling that his body had regained some strength, Su Yue turned around and saw that it was the young man he saw at noon today.

He just placed two stools with worn paint, put a thin blanket around him, and lay down directly between the two stools and fell asleep.

Su Yue understood that he might be sleeping on someone else's bed.

He didn't know how many days he had been lying there, but he felt so hungry when he got up.

Su Yue looked around and saw that there was nothing to eat, only a bowl of water, so he planned to get up and drink.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his hand and lifted up the thick quilt on his body to get up, the wooden bed board began to creak. When the young man with short hair heard the sound, his bright eyes opened immediately.

Looking at Su Yue who was about to get up from the bed, he showed an honest smile and quickly came over to support him.

"Are you awake? You've been unconscious for three days!"

He helped Su Yue lean against the wall, brought the water over, and took out a cold steamed bun from a bag hanging beside him.

"Are you hungry? You haven't eaten for three days. These are the steamed buns I left. Eat them quickly!"

"Thanks."

Su Yue weakly thanked the other party, picked up the steamed bun and gnawed it against the water.

Although the steamed buns were cold, hard, and tasted unpalatable. Su Yue was so hungry now that it would be nice to have something to fill his stomach. How could he ask for so much?

He ate a steamed bun with a bowl of water. Although he was still very hungry, Su Yue thought about it and looked around.

This is a rather old bungalow, with traces of bricks and earth exposed in most places. Only two walls have been painted with plaster, and they are only half painted.

Apart from a bed made of earth, there was only a table and two chairs in the room, and nothing else. Even the quilt on Su Yue's body was not very thick.

This gave him a bad premonition: Could he have been trafficked to some mountainous area by human traffickers?

Even if they want to be kidnapped, they should be kidnapping women and children. Why are you kidnapping a hard-working internet author like me who has no money?

In doubt, Su Yue asked the young man who felt a little familiar.

"Where is this?"

"This is the headquarters of the Independent Regiment, and I am Wei Dayong, the regiment leader's guard!"

Monk Wei glanced at the table - where were the clothes and pants taken off from Su Yue - and asked Su Yue curiously.

"The political commissar said that the material of the clothes you are wearing is rare. It may be from abroad. You should be an intellectual who has returned from studying abroad. How could you fall on the road in a single coat in this freezing and snowy environment? Could it be that you were robbed by a beard?

Alright?"

"Independent Regiment? Wei Dayong?"

I said why does this person look so familiar!

Isn’t this a bright sword?

Am I filming a movie or have I traveled through time?

Su Yue looked around the room blankly and found no trace of a camera at all.

Then I thought about it, if it was filming, then I must have fainted in the hospital, and was taken care of by a beautiful nurse, instead of Wei Dayong watching from the side, and I suddenly felt sad.

Hey! The 200g files in my laptop haven’t been deleted yet!

I don’t want this type of posthumous name!

Overly excited and physically weak, Su Yue quickly fell asleep again.

Monk Wei looked at Su Yue who fell down in a few moments, curled his lips speechlessly, helped him lie down again, and then fell asleep himself.

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Another three days passed, and Su Yue's body finally recovered almost.

He was wearing a large cotton-padded coat from this era, carrying a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun and sitting on a half-built earthen wall, eating and telling stories.

Sitting in front of him were dozens of Eighth Route Army soldiers who came to listen to the story.

"...As mentioned last time, after Sun Wukong made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, he was forced into Wuzhishan by Tathagata Buddha. He spent 500 years in one pass. During these 500 years, he ate copper juice and iron pills, and only occasionally lived in them.

The nearby cowherd boy would pass by and bring him some sour fruits, but it was already the best comfort..."

A few dozen meters apart were Li Yunlong, the leader of the independent regiment, and Zhao Gang, the political commissar.

Like ordinary soldiers, they ate a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun in the morning, and also listened to Su Yue's story about Journey to the West.

"This story about Sun Wukong causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace is something that I, Lao Li, have only heard intermittently when someone was singing a opera at the market. It's quite interesting to hear him tell it!"

Li Yunlong had a farmer-like smile on his face. He was still praising Su Yue in the first sentence, but asked again in the next sentence.

"Monk, he lives in the same room as you. Do you have any questions?"

"Reporting to the leader, there is one thing."

Thinking of some of the characteristics Su Yue had shown in his life these days, Wei Dayong thought about it.

"Many of his habits are different from ours, and he doesn't know much about some common sense, but he always says something that I don't understand. In his words, he is incomprehensible!"

"Not sure how serious it is?"

Zhao Gang blinked.
Chapter completed!