Chapter 8

Feng Jun sincerely hoped that he could grow a bit taller. He had previously thought that this goal would never be achieved in his lifetime, and the best option would be to buy a pair of height-increasing shoes like Xiao Ming.

But now, he could actually develop a second time, which was quite appealing to him.

However, no matter how appealing it was, what he was most interested in at the moment was his ability to materialize things.

So he returned to his dormitory, rummaged through two thermal shirts, a thick jacket, and thick long pants, and then found a rechargeable flashlight, all of which he stuffed into his suitcase.

What impressed him the most was a pair of infrared binoculars, which he had bought during his college days. During his student years, besides studying and exercising, he was also a half-hearted hiker. Although he hadn't traveled far, he had bought some related equipment.

He really missed those school days when he could freely chase his dreams and flaunt his youth...

At the time, he had also bought a dog leg knife with the infrared binoculars, but he sold it to a junior when he graduated—carrying such a thing around could easily get him into trouble.

After stuffing all the essentials into his suitcase, Feng Jun picked up his phone to operate it, but the door creaked open, and Qin Tao walked in.

Feng Jun waited for a moment, but found that this guy was sitting on the bed, playing games on his phone. He could only pout in frustration and drag his suitcase out.

Qin Tao finally spoke, without lifting his head, "You're leaving?"

Feng Jun glanced at him and saw that his attention was entirely on his phone, so he casually replied, "Just going out for a walk."

Qin Tao didn't say anything. For someone with his introverted nature, asking that question was already a big deal.

Feng Jun dragged his suitcase downstairs, passed by a convenience store, stopped to think for a moment, and then went in to buy two 1.25-liter bottles of mineral water and a few boxes of chocolate.

When he dragged his suitcase into the entrance of Hongjie Club, Xiao Li, the front desk attendant, was yawning. Seeing him, she was taken aback, "Where are you going?"

Feng Jun lied without hesitation, "The suitcase is a bit dirty, I'm going to clean it."

"Okay," Xiao Li nodded. She was the type who didn't think much and easily believed him. Then she remembered something, "I'm not using my phone now, is half an hour enough?"

Feng Jun was taken aback and replied, "Well, maybe... forget it?"

"Forget it?" Xiao Li's eyebrows shot up in anger, "I deleted my online banking and Alipay, and transferred all my WeChat money to someone else. Now you're telling me... forget it?"

"Alright," Feng Jun's scalp tingled, and he could only nod in frustration, "I thought it would be inconvenient for you. I'll use it now, ten minutes is enough."

"Ten minutes?" Xiao Li looked at him suspiciously and handed over her phone, "Where do you plan to use it?"

Feng Jun answered without thinking, "In the bathroom."

"In the bathroom?" Xiao Li was taken aback, then quickly snatched her phone back.

She unlocked the screen and swiftly opened the photo album. Her fingers danced on the screen, moving so fast it was dizzying.

She tapped the screen about seventy or eighty times in quick succession, then pressed the delete button, and handed the phone back to him with a half-smile, "Why don't you just find a girlfriend? Why resort to such underhanded methods!"

Damn! Feng Jun slapped his forehead in distress, "You didn't think I was going to look at your photos... or something, did you?"

"I won't give you that chance," Xiao Li replied proudly, "The rest are just food and scenery photos."

Feng Jun looked at her speechlessly for a long time before saying, "You... really overthink things."

Even if I were a pervert, I wouldn't do that to your photos. Am I that desperate?

To be fair, Xiao Li's figure was pretty good, though she was more of the "Beethoven" type. Her face... well, it wasn't that ugly, and as they say, there are no ugly women in youth, so she could probably score a 70.

If she were too ugly, she wouldn't be working at the front desk, right?

Feng Jun entered the partition with his suitcase, turned on the camera on Xiao Li's phone, and propped it up on the water tank cover—her phone had a small stand, making it easy to adjust the angle.

He held the suitcase handle with his right elbow, swiped the screen of the old phone with his left hand, and tapped the blank area, "Go~"

The next moment, he found himself back on the desert, and sure enough, his suitcase was still hanging from his elbow.

The sun had not yet set, and in this space, time seemed to stop once he left.

A cold wind blew, and he shivered involuntarily. He hurriedly opened his suitcase and started putting on clothes.

He didn't need to wear the thermal underwear and pants for now, but the thick jacket and long pants were already quite warm. He looked around and glanced at the mark on his left wrist.

Sure enough, the mark was very faint, even fainter than after the first time he held the grass. This meant that without recharging, he wouldn't be able to enter the space again—neither here nor in the QQ Farm space.

It seemed that bringing in supplies had consumed a lot of energy.

So, it was necessary to quantify the energy required to bring in supplies!

Feng Jun shook his head. He couldn't think about that right now. What he needed to do was to patiently explore the surroundings and not waste this hard-earned entry.

He spent over two hours circling the village and found no living creatures.

He chose a sheltered spot to change clothes, putting on the thermal underwear and pants, and then the thick jacket and long pants.

He waited until the sun set before attempting to enter the village. It took him another four to five hours to explore the entire village.

There were no living creatures in the village, but he did encounter some scattered bones, which appeared to be human.

He even found a skull in a shallow pit with bite marks on it.

Feng Jun wasn't a coward, and he had come here to seek adventure, but even so, encountering a skull in the middle of the night in the wilderness was enough to make him shiver and lose his composure for a while.

He had brought a thin blanket, intending to spend the night here in case of any emergencies, but the cold was much worse than he had imagined, and the blanket wouldn't be enough to keep him warm.

Not to mention, there were several human skeletons around him. If he could sleep in such a situation, he must have a heart of steel.

Feng Jun's heart, even if a bit larger, was still within the normal human range.

After what felt like an eternity, the sun finally rose. Seeing the first rays of red light on the horizon, Feng Jun couldn't help but shed a tear.

Damn, you finally showed up. If you hadn't, I really couldn't have held on any longer!

He had already eaten all the chocolate he brought, and he hadn't drunk much water. The 1.25-liter bottles of mineral water were still mostly full because the water was too cold, making his teeth ache and his body shiver.

Next time, I must bring a lot more supplies!

As the sun rose, the temperature quickly increased. Feng Jun stretched and began his final exploration of the village.

He searched everywhere but found nothing meaningful. There were some fragments of pottery and coarse porcelain bowls, but they probably wouldn't sell for much.

Even a bit of silver or copper coins would have been better than coming here for nothing.

However, he wasn't completely empty-handed. On a broken wall, he found two drawings: one of a person and one of an animal similar to a rabbit.

The drawings were not very skilled, done with charcoal, and in Feng Jun's eyes, who had studied sketching, they were not much better than children's scribbles.

But from the clothing in the drawings, he could determine that the people here were from around the Ming Dynasty era. Their clothes were already separated into upper and lower parts, and the collars were right-facing.

"Did I really time-travel?" Feng Jun rubbed his chin, frowning in thought.

Then he found a broken stone slab with shallow inscriptions, somewhat similar to traditional Chinese characters but not quite.

Even if I did time-travel, I'm not afraid, Feng Jun thought, sitting on a stone stool. After all, I can go back; this is a two-way door.

I just don't know what dynasty this is. If it's the late Ming Dynasty, that would be perfect.

What? Time-travel to the Qing Dynasty and not rebel? Screw that, with a two-way door, the world is mine! What's a little Qing Dynasty?

What about Liu Rushi, Dong Xiaowan, Chen Yuanyuan, and Bian Yujing... I'll have to get them all, no question about it.

Alright, I'm thinking too much, Feng Jun scanned his surroundings. He decided to leave and come back another time, so he needed to observe carefully to avoid missing anything.

The next moment, he felt something was off. He lifted his left hand and saw that the mark on his wrist was almost invisible.

But why... does it feel a bit warm?

Feng Jun raised his right hand to touch his left wrist and found that the mark was indeed a bit warm.

He quickly found the source of the warmth—it was coming from the stone stool he was sitting on.

When he touched the stone stool with his left hand, the warmth on the mark increased.

There's something wrong with this stone stool!

The stone stool was about a foot square and a foot and a half high, with about half a foot buried in the ground.

Feng Jun spent about half an hour digging out the stone stool. He tried to lift it but couldn't; it weighed at least three to four hundred pounds.

He knew that such a heavy object couldn't be brought back to the real world, regardless of whether he could lift it or not. He simply didn't have enough energy to bring it out.

Not to mention, he had to consider others' feelings—going to the bathroom and bringing out a stone?

Do you think you're Sun Wukong's mother? We don't do that.

He kicked the stone stool with his foot, "Really angry... huh?"

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