Time travel: Are you as professional as him in eating dog food?

The blue-gray stone brick walls glowed rusty red in the twilight, with icicles condensing in the weathered cracks of the bricks. The bronze wind chimes hanging from the watchtowers had long since rusted away, and the traces left on the eaves looked like splashed ink. A team of black-armored soldiers marched along the horse trail in the wind and sand, their iron boots stepping on the soft yellow sand, and the ink-colored feathers falling on the weathered helmets of the gatekeepers.

The adobe houses on both sides of the main street in the town all had sloping ridges and low eaves. In front of every house stood a wooden stake a few feet high, with tallow lanterns hanging on top that flickered in the north wind. Three rusty arrowheads were nailed to the lintel of the granary, and the faded red lacquer notice fragments were blown away by the cold wind, revealing the shadowy handwriting of the inn.

The wooden lookout on the enemy tower of the city tower cracked with finger-wide cracks. The night sentry pressed his cracked palms against the copper lookout tube, and the white breath he exhaled condensed into a thin layer of frost on the mirror surface. Suddenly, there was a sound of iron armor rubbing against each other at the battlement. The lieutenant on duty climbed onto the enemy tower with the handle of his sword, and the talisman on his waist collided with the armor plate, making a clear sound like broken jade. The two men silently stared at the mountain pass in the distance, where the unmelted snow outlined the afterimage.

The creaking sound of the grain cart wheels rolling over the ice broke the dead silence. Twenty civilians were unloading the goods in front of the military warehouse. They were wrapped in short jackets that revealed the cotton wool, and their necks were tense and veins were exposed when they were carrying the sacks. The warehouse clerk stood in the shadow of the steps, tapping his palms with an iron ruler rhythmically, and every muffled sound made the civilian's shoulders tremble a little more.

Suddenly, three short and one long horns sounded from the top of the watchtower. The sound waves that pierced through the clouds and cracked the rocks shook off the icicles on the eaves. The entire border town seemed to be a bronze soldier who suddenly tightened his spring. All the sounds of armor colliding, footsteps rubbing, and equipment moving were instantly merged into the howling of the north wind. Only the frost flags between the battlements of the city wall were still fluttering, and the two words "Zhenbei" embroidered with silver thread on the black flag appeared and disappeared from time to time.

"Everyone go home. From now on, the whole town is under curfew and no one can go out."

There was a sound of horse hooves and shouts, and the road was filled with nothing but yellow sand and people hurrying along...

"Commander, except for the leader, all the others have been detained in the dungeon. I estimate that someone will come in a few days..."

The low voice of the man kneeling on the ground gradually stopped, but there was no sound around except the whistling of the yellow sand.

After a while, a deep voice sounded, "Kill it. After all, the bait doesn't need to be able to breathe."

The long black hair was thrown up high, and between the strange mask, the dark pupils reflected a strong murderous intent...

“This may not be the truth.”

The sound is soft, like a tickler gently scratching that spot.

"This... you don't need to know, you just need to help me..."

The woman's voice gradually changed from surprise to gentle firmness.

"But if you don't tell me, how can I help you... How can I help you make peace with him if I don't know the situation... You are quite... funny."

Wen Baixu looked at the weak woman walking beside him in surprise, but when he saw her lowering her eyes and shedding tears, his voice unconsciously lowered.

[Host, you have to dig deeper into this matter. Women’s hearts are like needles in the sea. There are some things that you can’t get the answers you want just by asking.]

"Act like you know everything"

Wen Baixu uttered slowly, rolling his eyes unconsciously.

"What did you say?"

The woman turned around and looked at him in confusion, but was soon drowned out by Jiang Zifang's voice in front of her.

"Hurry up, we don't have much time"

Jiang Zifang put her hand to her mouth and shouted loudly. Wen Baixu raised her eyebrows and was about to step forward, but suddenly stopped and looked at her seriously.

"No matter what you think, some things have to be resolved, and you already have feelings for each other. Although I don't know you and why you appear in the form of a spirit, as someone who knows you, I still think there must be a misunderstanding between you two. It must be that old woman."

As soon as Wen Baixu finished speaking, he saw a different color flash in the eyes of the woman in front of him.

"It doesn't matter whether you tell me about this or not. The best outcome is nothing more than..."

Wen Baixu looked at him helplessly, and just as he was about to speak, he heard the woman say, "As long as he is safe, I don't care about anything else."

"But I can't be indifferent. Reason comes first in this world. I don't think it's a noble character to take the blame."

Wen Baixu's face flashed with surprise, and he was about to grab her shoulders and shake this unconscious person awake, but suddenly remembered... there is a difference between men and women, so he stopped.

"you know?"

The woman raised her head suddenly, with disbelief in her eyes.

"Who am I.....and your little shit..."

[Host, just pretend... you obviously know nothing]

Wen Baixu was struck by the voice in his head and instantly became sarcastic. Just as he was about to fight back, he heard Jiang Zifang's urging voice. He turned around and responded, facing the woman and said, "This matter is nothing more than the person behind the scenes threatening your family or him, and you are just taking the blame. Although this is only your one-sided statement, looking at your current state, you even lost your life. I don't think it's a lie you made up. Although this is the case, remember that you were not born to be a gun. You are yourself first, and then the daughter of your parents and relatives. You, Luanyu, are just yourself, not someone else."

He looked at her deeply and ran towards the people under the big tree.

The hair on her temples was blown softly. She gathered her flying hair and looked at the receding figure. The light in her eyes seemed to brighten again...

The flames that shot up into the sky gradually faded with the light of dawn, and the fog did not come as expected. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground to rest.

"This event was finally completed successfully. I thought I was going to die."

"Damn Qiaoqiao, who are you imitating? You're still using reduplication, Jiang Zifang"

Wen Baixu glanced at him and slowly leaned against Min Nanfeng's back.

"This is indeed the limit. I thought it would take longer than expected."

Ling Yun kept talking in gratitude, looking at the most conspicuous person among the people around him.

"That's not... that's not all..."

Wen Baixu was about to speak when he heard a mechanical voice in his head.

[Congratulations to the host, the limited-time mission is completed, the progress of mission two has reached 20%, and the official settlement of mission two is: 35 dog food grains, personal achievements have now increased to 6, the reward exchange has been recharged and can be selected, the passive of the Thousand Faces has returned to the recharged state, and a new skill is obtained: Crow's Mouth, a limited-time reward krypton gold mall plane, 1 bottle of detoxification potion, physical function improvement, and a fragment: a broken mother, a murdered father, and a replaced him]

"Fuck! This is a cat-swap......"