Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

"Bang, bang, bang~"

In the Demon Mist Mountain, which was shrouded in thick fog and as silent as an abyss, a burst of heavy footsteps suddenly rang out, instantly tearing the eerie silence of the jungle apart.

If you listen carefully, you can actually hear two footsteps, one light and one heavy.

The light ones are like flying catkins falling into the water, almost inaudible; the heavy ones are like the thunder of war drums, making people's hearts tremble.

"Mr. Wesley, how tall are you?"

Palmer stopped and showed helplessness on his face. He spoke English very fluently, but with a heavy accent.

After nearly 300 years of British colonization, India's English literacy rate is now as high as 17%, more than ten times higher than its literacy rate.

Perhaps, it is because of the high English penetration rate that India is naturally close to Europe and the United States.

Licking with confidence!

Parma was a native Indian, probably in his 40s, dark-skinned, thin, with thick, curly hair and beard, a very typical low-caste appearance.

His eyeballs were grayish white, with no distinction between the pupil and the white of the eye. At first glance, he looked like an old corpse in a mountain village, very creepy.

He was born blind and had been blind since his mother's womb. He had never seen what the world looked like.

Du Weiguo also stopped, turned his head, and looked at Parma with interest:

"Why do you ask?"

Palmer smiled bitterly:

"Sir, judging by your weight, you should be a giant, at least 3 meters tall. But how can a human be that tall?"

"Oh?" Du Weiguo became interested and raised his eyebrows: "Pama, can you tell my exact weight?"

Palmer nodded, his tone firm:

"Well, it should be close to a thousand pounds, there is no mistake, Mr. Wesley, I have never "heard" of anyone as heavy as you, and you are not fat, so you can only be very tall."

Very accurate. Du Weiguo's current weight is more than 700 kilograms, plus the miscellaneous equipment weighing about 200 kilograms, which is indeed close to kilograms.

Du Weiguo became more interested in him.

"Tsk, that's interesting. You can even tell if someone is fat or thin?"

  "Yes." Palmer nodded again:

"No one goes into the Magic Mist Mountain, so the jungle is very dense, and the outer area is full of bushes. But you have hardly scratched any branches along the way, which means you are not fat."

"Parker, tell me, what else did you hear?"

Du Weiguo curled the corners of his lips without commenting, and became in the mood to talk. He took out a cigarette box from his pocket and lit one.

"Mr. Wesley, can I have a taste of your cigarette?"

Smelling the smoke, Parma sniffed hard, tilted his neck, and subconsciously turned his pale eyes towards Du Weiguo.

His face was filled with an expression of longing that was difficult to conceal. He was obviously a long-time smoker with a heavy addiction.

Du Weiguo didn't feel offended. In fact, he quite liked this feeling of equal communication.

He smiled and took out a cigarette, handing it to Parma, who immediately took it and put it in his mouth, then took out a lighter from his pocket, lit it with great skill, and couldn't wait to take a deep breath.

"Whoo~"

Slowly exhaling the smoke, a look of enjoyment appeared on Palmer's face.

"Good tobacco, with a light fragrance. It should be tobacco leaves from China, but not from Yunnan Province. It should be from further south."

"Haha, you're an expert? You can even pull this out?" Du Weiguo laughed.

  Palmer also grinned, his tone was helpless and a little melancholy:

"I am not only blind, but also a eunuch. I have no women and no children. My only hobby is to taste the things that can be put into my mouth. In addition to my good ears, my nose and mouth are also quite sensitive."

  Du Weiguo smiled and joked:

"Well, God closes a door for you, but opens several windows for you. This is also a kind of preference."

Then he changed the subject: "Pama, tell me in detail, how good are your ears?"

  Hearing this question, Palmer showed a clear look of arrogance on his face:

"Mr. Wesley, your breathing is very slow, about 18 breaths per minute, your heart beats 12 times, and you blink 6 times."

"Fuck me!"

  Du Weiguo was shocked. This was too awesome. He could even hear the sound of heartbeats and blinks?

Heartbeats were barely understandable, but did blinking also make a sound? Du Weiguo himself could always hear the sound of his own blinking.

  Palmer hasn't finished his performance yet? He took a puff of his cigarette and continued:

“Mr. Wesley, you are not a giant, you are about 1 meters tall, and after entering the mountains, your weight suddenly became lighter.

I'm about 100 pounds lighter. I'm sure you didn't throw anything away during the process. I don't know how you did it."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo was even more shocked.

After entering the thick fog, he put the floating knife and custom-made pistol into the space so that it would be more convenient to use them during the battle.

Unexpectedly, Palma could even hear such movements.

"Pama, how far can you hear?"

  Palmer turned his head and pondered for a moment:

"If it's in such an extremely quiet environment, I should be able to hear voices 5 kilometers away. Hmm, maybe even farther."

Du Weiguo and his team are currently at the outskirts of the Demon Mist Mountain, about 1 kilometer into the fog.

However, this jungle is extremely weird. Not only are there no animals, there are not even insects. So it is terribly quiet and any sound seems harsh.

But even so, being able to hear voices five kilometers away is too exaggerated. It's simply the legendary "wind-hearing ability".

"What if it's in an urban environment?" Du Weiguo flicked away the half-smoked cigarette butt.

"Oh, what a pity! There's only half a stick of this good cigarette left!"

  Palmer showed a very obvious look of distress on his face. Du Weiguo stuffed half a pack of cigarettes into his hand and said with a smile:

"It's okay. You like smoking this cigarette. When we get down the mountain, I'll give you enough!"

"Hey~ Then I would like to thank Mr. Wesley first."

Parma laughed, showing a mouthful of burnt teeth:

"In the city, I can probably hear it about 2 kilometres away, and even closer if it's a particularly noisy environment."

Wow! Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo exclaimed in his heart, “Wow!”

If Palma were to do the job of monitoring, he wouldn't need any equipment at all, just his own ears.

He is now very sure that Parma is a person with special hearing ability. Such a high-end talent as him has not been poached by the intelligence agencies of India or England.

Instead, they stay in an unknown town where no one lives, working for a caravan. This is truly a waste of resources.

Damn it, I'm determined to kill this guy. Even if Jesus and Brahma come together, it won't work! Du Weiguo made up his mind.

He himself could not use Pama's ability. Du Weiguo had no need to monitor. Under normal circumstances, unless it was an extremely special terrain like the Magic Mist Mountain, his extraordinary vision and five senses far superior to ordinary people were enough to deal with all situations.

However, Palma's abilities can definitely be used in the territories under his command.

Both Quiana and Pattaya have now established their own intelligence agencies. There is great potential for Parma to do something if he goes to those places.

"Pama, if you listen to me now, isn't it as harsh as thunder?"

Palmer smoked the last bit of the cigarette until it burned the tip and was about to burn his hand. This time he threw it away reluctantly and shook his head:

"Not really. My ears are different from other people's. I hear soft sounds amplified and loud sounds reduced. As for normal sounds, I feel the same as normal people."

"Fuck, it even has a built-in volume adjustment function!"

Du Weiguo was too shocked to even express himself, but it was normal to think about it, as his eyes were actually like that as well.

When looking at normal things, they are normal. Only things that are far away and tiny will be magnified. Extremely fast things will be slowed down. When looking through perspective, he also needs to mobilize his consciousness.

In fact, his extraordinary vision should be considered an active skill.

Du Weiguo had no plans to move on immediately. He wanted to learn about Parma's previous two experiences in the mountains.

"So, it was with these ears that you were able to escape from the Demon Mist Mountain unscathed twice."

Palmer nodded:

"Yes, but I was not unscathed. I was bitten by insects, and I was scratched by branches when I was running for my life."

"Bugs? Escape?"

Du Weiguo instantly extracted two key words from his words.

"Pama, can you tell me in detail what happened when you entered the mountain?"

Palmer did not answer immediately. Instead, he smacked his lips, took out a cigarette from the box, lit it, and then sat down on a dead tree stump.

  "Hmm?" Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows slightly:

"Pama, do you still have spatial sensing abilities?"

Palmer gave a sly smile and waved his cane:

"No, I just used my third eye to knock on it, so I know there is a tree stump here."

The third eye is the black cane of unknown material that Padma holds in his hand.

Du Weiguo took a quick look after hearing this and found that the inside of the crutch was hollow, like a honeycomb, with many tiny holes.

"Echolocation?"

Du Weiguo is now considered to be knowledgeable and experienced, and he immediately understood the principle behind it.

Parma gave Du Weiguo a thumbs up and gently stroked the cane in his hand.

"Mr. Wesley is very insightful. When the Sky Eye hits something, it can transmit a sound that only I can hear."

"I rely on it to find my way, so it is my eye, the eye of heaven!"

Du Weiguo frowned: "But it's so short, you can't walk out of the mountain with just it, right?"

“Of course, I still rely on it.”

  Palmer pointed at his head and said arrogantly:

"The path I have walked will be engraved in my mind and I will never make a mistake. That is why I can get down the mountain alive and leave those white pigs to feed on insects in the mountains."

Bugs. This was the second time he mentioned this word. Du Weiguo narrowed his eyes slightly.

"What bug?"

  Palmer gestured with his fingers:

"I don't know. It's about this big. It's covered with hard shells. It hurts a lot when it bites you. One bite will take out a big chunk of meat."

"A giant beetle that's nearly 10 centimeters long? Its bite is very painful?"

Du Weiguo's expression became solemn, and he instantly recalled some particularly unpleasant experiences.

Devil's Island, the underground temple where the Queen of Blades Lilith is imprisoned, the corpse-eating bugs as terrifying as a tide, and the high-dimensional bomb that instantly annihilates the entire island.

  Du Weiguo thought to himself, could this Demon Mist Mountain be a prison set up by the Iron Blood Clan, where Lilith’s best friends and sisters are imprisoned?

Damn, old Ray Gibson and the others really know how to cause trouble. They were just chasing an antique dealer, but they managed to chase him to such a cosmic level of desperation.

Damn it, or just ignore them and let them fend for themselves in this fog.

  With a nervous mood, Du Weiguo asked in a deep voice:

"Pama, where did you find these beetles? Are there a lot of them?"

  Palmer seemed to recall some horrible memories, and his voice trembled:

"After about 10 kilometers into the mountains, you can see these insects sporadically. In the deeper and denser forests, their numbers are too numerous to count."

Without waiting for Du Weiguo to reply, he continued:

"Mr. Wesley, if your friends go deep into the jungle, they will surely die, and not even a bone will be left. I will only take you to the edge of the jungle.

In fact, I think there is no need for us to continue searching. Ordinary people have almost no chance of survival in this mountain."

  Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's face suddenly turned as dark as iron. If he had a choice, why would he want to enter this damn Demonic Mist Mountain?

Being able to fight doesn’t mean he wants to cause trouble!

But Lao Lei, Gousheng, Gibson, and Nim, four of his men were trapped in the mountains. Among them, Lao Lei and his men were his old subordinates from Sijiu City, so he could not just sit back and watch.

Du Weiguo is far from reaching Prime Minister Cao's state of mind of preferring to let the world down rather than let the world let him down.

Parma had finished his second cigarette. As soon as he threw down the cigarette butt, Du Weiguo tightened the backpack on his shoulders and urged:

"Okay, we've rested enough, let's keep going."

  Palmer sat still and did not move:

"Mr. Wesley, we can go deeper, but your footsteps are too loud. If you keep going like this, it will soon attract bugs."

"I understand. Next time, I will be careful not to make any noise."

As soon as he finished speaking, the huge backpack on Du Weiguo's back disappeared without a trace. Parma's ears twitched suddenly and a look of confusion appeared on his face.

"Mr. Wesley, you've become lighter again, this time more than 100 pounds. How did you do it?"

A hint of murderous intent suddenly rose in his heart. Du Weiguo narrowed his eyes and said with a sullen face, "Pama, there are some things you shouldn't ask."

At this moment, in southern India, near the Anergarh Mountains in Bangalore.

There is a very small temple in the mountains. It is dilapidated, desolate and remote. The small square in front of the door is overgrown with weeds. The deity worshipped in the temple is Krishna.

"We're here. This is the lair of the Hu Cult."

Two people were squatting in the jungle not far away. One of them, wrapped in a gray-green cloak, pointed at the gate of the temple.

"Leech, are you sure these brain-sick Viper cultists will cooperate with us?"

Another person spoke as well. His voice was as hoarse and unpleasant as a knife scraping against metal. It was the long-missing Masar.

The one wearing the green cape is Leech, the leader of the new anti-evil alliance. (End of this chapter)