Volume 1: A Stranger in a Foreign Land Chapter 2: A Lonely Wild Goose in a Sea of People
Before the sunset.
Yang Ge set out on the journey back to the city along the river.
The wide river channel under the sunlight reflected a jade-like brilliance, making it difficult for Yang Ge to open his eyes.
He gazed at the endless winding river and couldn't help but exclaim, "It really looks like a winding mountain road!"
What is it like to travel through time?
Yang Ge felt that it was a bit like bankruptcy...
No!
It should be like a gambler at the end of his rope...a gambler who went from being a billionaire to losing everything overnight!
In another world.
He has parents, sisters and brothers who love him.
He has a girlfriend who he has been dating for six years and has a stable relationship with, and they are about to get married.
He has a three-bedroom apartment in the provincial capital city, which he earned after leaving his hometown and returning for many years with the "received" and "OK" money.
I also have a group of interesting and loyal friends, and a six-figure deposit...
And in this world, he has nothing except himself.
No family, no friends, no property.
Even past experiences were reset to zero by time and space...
Being alone in a sea of people is nothing more than this.
…
Yang Ge hurried and finally returned to Yuelai Inn just as the city gate was about to close.
As soon as he stepped into the front hall, Yang Ge noticed that the atmosphere in the inn was a bit depressing.
He looked around the hall and immediately noticed that there were seventeen or eighteen guests sitting scattered around the hall, each of them was strong and powerful, and each of them was carrying a weapon.
Yang Ge felt a chill in his heart, even though he had seen many martial artists carrying swords and knives come into the hotel to stay overnight in recent days .
But it was obviously abnormal for so many martial artists to rush into the store at the same time.
He withdrew his gaze with a normal expression, only secretly glancing at the guests out of the corner of his eye.
Soon, his heart was at ease... standard oxtail knife, official family.
"Boss, I'm back."
While continuing to observe these customers who were holding official swords but not wearing official clothes, he nonchalantly greeted the shopkeeper Liu who was standing behind the counter: "Are you short of staff in the shop?"
Manager Liu was holding a pen and pretending to write in the account book, but the sharp-eyed Yang Ge noticed that there was not a single word in the account book.
"We need someone to chop hay over there in the stable. Go quickly!"
Shopkeeper Liu responded with a smile as usual, but there was a hint of uncontrollable worry on his old face.
Yang Ge wanted to communicate with the old man with his eyes, but Manager Liu had already lowered his head to write the wordless heavenly book silently. He had no choice but to respond and walked quickly to the backyard.
As soon as he walked through the courtyard gate, Yang Ge saw Wang Dali, whose cheek was swollen like a bun, standing at the door of the kitchen with a tray full of food, shaking like a sieve.
Looking at Yang Ge who came in, Wang Dali's eyes were filled with ecstasy as if he had met a savior, but when he opened his mouth to say something, he swallowed the words back and just raised his chin towards the stable, signaling him to come over quickly.
Yang Ge looked at the tray of expensive dishes that Wang Dali was holding and pointed to the private room on the second floor.
Wang Dali nodded dejectedly.
Yang Ge hesitated for two seconds, but still walked over.
"Shopkeeper, where are the food and drinks? Hurry up and bring them up!"
At that moment, a deep, angry roar mixed with a strong nasal tone suddenly resounded throughout the inn... It sounded like the roar of a wild beast in the deep mountains and forests.
Wang Dali, who was already shaking like a sieve, was so frightened that his knees went weak. If Yang Ge had not been quick to hold the tray, he would have knocked over the tray.
“That’s enough!”
Yang Ge reluctantly took the tray: "Let me do it!"
This guy wasn't originally that timid, but he got slapped in the face yesterday and flew off the ground...
"Little brother..."
Wang Dali let go of the tray, feeling both relieved and guilty. He mumbled hesitantly, "I heard the guy up there is the bandit leader from Hebei Province. He kills people like chopping vegetables!"
Yang Ge looked back at the front hall speechlessly and whispered comfortingly: "It's okay, I'll go!"
After saying this, he turned around and walked back to . Under the worried gaze of Shopkeeper Liu, he walked up the stairs step by step.
It was now mealtime, the time for guests to arrive. Usually at this time, the second floor would have been full and bustling with people.
But today, the second floor was quiet with only Yang Ge's footsteps echoing.
As soon as he walked up to the second floor, Yang Ge saw a burly figure as tall as a bull sitting alone in the center of the second floor.
The man was wrapped in a tiger-skin cloak, with a square face, ears, and a full beard. He was now sitting in a chair, his eyes narrowed, his hands clutching his stomach. A broad, long, black-sheathed sword stood beside him...
One man and one sword, complementing each other and exuding domineering power!
"Sir, your food is here."
Yang Ge took a quick look and then looked away. He slumped his shoulders, straightened his waist, and walked .
The bearded swordsman glanced at him and uttered a faint "hmm" from his nose.
Yang Ge felt a little relieved and started to serve the dishes skillfully.
After Yang Ge had finished laying out the dishes, the bearded swordsman sat up, grabbed his chopsticks and began to eat. "Pour some wine!"
"Why!"
Yang Ge agreed with a smile on his face, rubbed his hands vigorously on his waist, then grabbed the ten-pound wine jar on the table, carefully opened the mud seal, held the wine jar in one hand and took the wine bowl with the other to pour the wine.
The bearded swordsman ate the food with big mouthfuls, and his eyes accidentally swept across Yang Ge's right arm that was as steady as iron while holding the wine jar, and his eyes flickered slightly.
“Bang!”
Yang Ge only felt a pain in his wrist, and his palm subconsciously grasped the wine jar.
He lowered his head and saw a pair of chopsticks tightly clamped around his wrist.
He looked at the bearded swordsman in confusion and said with an apologetic smile, "Sir, how have I failed to serve you well?"
The bearded swordsman glanced at him, a dangerous look flowing in his eyes: "Kid, where are you from?"
Yang Ge was confused and responded cautiously: "Sir, I'm from Yuelai Inn..."
"Oh!"
The bearded swordsman sneered.
The next second, the chopsticks fell, and a hand as big as a palm-leaf fan grabbed Yang Ge's wrist with lightning speed.
"Huh?"
The bearded swordsman rolled his eyes in surprise.
Before Yang Ge could react, the bearded swordsman had already stretched out his other hand, grabbed Yang Ge's left wrist, and pinched his forearm upwards with both hands, leaving a shadow behind.
Finally, he stood up and clasped Yang Ge's scapula with both hands across the square table.
Yang Ge looked at the reckless man in front of him with a puzzled look on his face, not knowing what this guy was doing with all his ferocious moves!
Unexpectedly, the bearded swordsman's eyes widened even wider than his own: "His bones are as white as jade, his meridians are all open, a martial arts genius that is unparalleled in the world!"
In an instant.
Countless distracting thoughts surged into the bearded swordsman's mind, and a fierce light gradually appeared in his eyes as he looked at Yang Ge. The hands that were holding his arms at the collar bone also unconsciously exerted force.
Yang Ge saw the murderous look in his eyes and felt the pain in his shoulders, but the panic and fear in his heart strangely subsided slowly.
"Sir, the food is getting cold!"
He lowered his eyelids, chuckled and whispered.
The bearded swordsman was stunned for a moment, then slowly let go of Yang Ge's arms as if waking from a dream.
He stared at Yang Ge intently for a full half minute, then slammed back into his chair, grabbed the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp, then laughed unrestrainedly, "Boy, remember to burn some incense at the City God Temple later!"
The deep and powerful laughter made the eaves tremble.
Yang Ge picked up the wine jar and filled it up for him, then asked with a humble look, "What do you mean, sir?"
The bearded swordsman lowered his head and drank: "Of course I have to thank the City God for blessing me. It made me want to be a good person and then I met you. If it were in the past, I would definitely dig out your heart and liver to eat with my wine!"
Yang Ge thought about it and said with a smile: "Then I should thank you, sir!"
"oh?"
The bearded swordsman glanced at him with a half-smile: "Thank you for sparing your life?"
Yang Ge picked up the wine jar and filled it up again for him. He said seriously, "It's Mr. Xie who wants to be a good person!"
The bearded swordsman was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter again: "Well said, well said... Reward, a big reward!"
He was clearly laughing, but there was a hint of sadness in his laughter.
He grabbed the bag tied to his long sword, took out a thick stack of thread-bound books from it, picked up one without even looking at it, and threw it at Yang Ge.
Yang Ge subconsciously caught the book and was about to return it to the bearded swordsman when he heard him shout, "Get lost! If you dare to show yourself before me again, I'll eat you alive!"
Yang Ge hesitated for a few seconds holding the book, but ultimately did not dare to disturb the beast that had just emerged from the old forest.
…
"Boss, this is the reward given by the guest above. Take a look..."
Yang Ge walked up to Manager Liu, holding the book given by the bearded swordsman.
"Take it away!"
Before he could finish his words, Shopkeeper Liu was already shocked, backing away as if he had seen a ghost. He pushed the books into Yang Ge's arms, "My Liu family has been a single-line family for three generations. Don't harm me, little brother. Quickly, take this treasure away from the ruined family!"
Yang Ge: ...
He turned his head helplessly, holding the book in his hands and looking at the officials sitting in the hall: "My dear officials..."
When the officials saw this, they all turned their heads away, some looked at the sky, some looked at the ground... but they couldn't see what was in Yang Ge's hand.
One of them, still holding a wine glass, pretended to look at the ceiling and muttered to himself, "Not everyone can take what belongs to 'Unlucky Star' Jiang Kui!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of gloating laughter came from the second floor again.
