Zhan Shen: I am the spokesperson for the Great Love Immortal

Fang Si understood that no matter in which ancient world, the constraints of the law were extremely weak, which meant that he might not be protected by the law and could be killed by passing powerful people.

This is even more evident in the low-level law and horror worldviews.

Now Fang Si only hopes that this world will never treat human life as worthless.

"Trouble..."

Fang Si knew clearly that his situation was actually quite bad.

First of all, he didn't know his identity. Secondly, he didn't recognize the local characters and didn't know whether the people here could understand him.

In silence, Fang Si took out the token from his sleeve.

"Since I have a token with my name engraved on it, it means that I have an identity in this world. However, since I have no memory of my original self, I don't know it clearly."

Suddenly, as a cold wind blew past, Fang Si shuddered.

When he was running just now, because his body was moving, he didn't notice the cold that came with darkness. However, when he stopped now, he felt hunger and cold coming together.

Moreover, in a place that Fang Si didn't notice, the shadow under his feet began to stir.

Shivering from the cold, Fang Si put the token in his arms and then went to the nearest house and knocked on the door.

Just as he put the token away and walked towards a house opposite, a crack quietly appeared on the token in his arms.

At the same time, his restless shadow also quieted down.

dong dong dong dong!

"anyone there?"

Fang Sheng came to a house and knocked four times in a row, trying to wake up the people in the house.

But the strange thing was that no matter how hard he knocked, no one opened the door.

He scratched his head, thinking that there might be no one at home, so he circled the house, intending to break in through the window.

A normal person might have left when no one opened the door, but sorry, Fang Si was not normal.

An empty house is also suitable for him to live in.

At the same time, inside the house, there were two young boys and girls who looked quite young, covering their mouths in fear.

Gongyang Wan and Gongyang Zhuo were extremely frightened.

Although their parents died early, they have heard many folk legends, such as stories about ghosts coming to the door in the middle of the night and ghosts knocking on the door four times.

Moreover, even if we don’t talk about these folk legends, the brother and sister would not rashly open the door to others. After all, they were the only two half-grown children in the house.

After the knocking sound disappeared and the surroundings became quiet, Gong Yangzhuo moved Gong Yangwan's hand away from his mouth and asked Gong Yangwan in a low voice.

"Sister, is that...that ghost gone?"

Gong Yangwan shook her head and hugged her brother tightly.

"I don't know, but to be on the safe side, Xiaozhuo, please don't say anything for now."

Gong Yangzhuo nodded, tightly gripped the kitchen knife in his hand, and looked around vigilantly with his sister.

Although it seemed that his sister was protecting him, in fact, Gong Yangzhuo was already thirteen years old, only seven years younger than his sister.

In this era, many young men of this age have already started families, so he also believes that if there is anything dangerous later, he should try his best to protect his sister.

After all, his sister Gong Yangwan may not be as strong as him.

Of course, these are all Gong Yangzhuo's own thoughts. In fact, he is far from being Gong Yangwan's opponent now.

Just as the two were shivering on the earthen kang in the inner room, suddenly, a clanging sound came from the kitchen.

The brother and sister shuddered suddenly and looked at each other nervously.

The sound just now was naturally the sound of the window frame breaking, and their kitchen happened to have the only window in the entire house.

Seeing this scene, Gongyang Wan protected her brother Gongyang Zhuo behind her with a slight trembling, and held the wooden stick tightly in her hand.

At this time, Gong Yangwan also understood that the person who came in was most likely not a ghost, but a person.

However, she felt that anyone who could break into a private house in the middle of the night was probably not a good person.

The person who came here is not kind...

While Gong Yangwan and Gong Yangzhuo were staring at the kitchen door, Fang Si used a broken knife to clean up the wood chips on the edge of the broken window.

The windows in Gong Yangzhuo's house are not made of glass, but oil-paper windows with wooden frames.

Fang Si was not surprised about the material of the windows. After all, as far as he knew, glass windows only appeared after the Qing Dynasty. In the past, most windows were made of wood.

After opening the window, Fang Si put a few bricks under his feet and climbed directly into the house.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with him at all. After all, it was an empty house and there was nothing wrong with him living there.

After climbing into the house and landing steadily, Fang Sheng looked around.

It was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.

He knocked around with his broken knife.

As the broken knife hit the lid of the pot, there was a clanging sound.

Seeing this, Fang Si was stunned, while Gong Yangwan and his sister were scared half to death in the inner room.

However, Fang Si did not notice that there was someone in the inner room. His attention was completely attracted by the knocking sound just now.

After hitting the iron pot, Fang Si quickly knocked on the edge of the pot a few more times.

As he figured out what was in front of him, a hint of joy appeared on Fang Si's face.

According to the shape he perceived, this was a circular stove pit made of bricks, and on top of the stove pit should be a utensil similar to a pot.

Although it is difficult to determine the exact era of the item due to the difficulty in history, Fang Si, who found the pot, understood that if there was a pot, there might be food.

"Good guy, he actually jumped into the kitchen."

Fang Si muttered and immediately began to search around the kitchen.

When he came in just now, he touched a lot of nearby furniture. Although it was a little dusty, it was harmless.

The lack of dust means that even if this place is abandoned, it must not have been abandoned for long. Therefore, there might still be something to eat left.

As Fang Si was rummaging through things in the kitchen, the brother and sister in the inner room looked at each other in confusion.

After a while, Gong Yangzhuo swallowed and whispered to Gong Yangwan.

"Sister, has our house been robbed? But why is he rummaging through the kitchen?"

Chapter 505: Don’t pick it if you don’t want to eat it!

After hearing Gong Yangzhuo's words, Gong Yangwan also fell silent for a moment.

"Maybe he's hungry."

On the other side, Fang Si finally found some food in the kitchen.

Looking at the bowl of wild vegetables in front of him, Fang Si's expression was more beautiful than a sunny day in June.

"Why are there only wild vegetables? Oh my god!"

Because it was so devastating, Fang Si couldn't control his tone.

Therefore, the two people in the inner room held each other's hands even tighter.

Gong Yangzhuo said in a low voice with fear and some anger.

"Sister, it seems we were underestimated by a thief!"

At this time, Gong Yangwan's face was not looking good. If she was not afraid that the guys in the kitchen would suddenly attack and hurt people, she really wanted to rush in and ask them to eat or not.

What do you mean only wild vegetables?!

They have been eating wild vegetables for several years, isn't it okay?

On the other side, Fang Si sighed and did not let go of the wild vegetables. After all, he had been hungry all day and it was good enough to have something to eat.

After taking a bite of the wild vegetables, Fang Si put the bowl aside again.

Well, he felt that he was not that hungry anymore, so he would talk about it later.

He spat out the sand that had gotten into his mouth while eating the wild vegetables, then carefully approached the inner room with a knife.

At this time, Fang Si also reacted.

Although no one responded to him no matter how he made a fuss, there was not much dust in the house and there was food, so maybe someone was living there.

It's just that he ignored me just now.

Therefore, Fang Si walked towards the inner room while slowly picking up a piece of wood next to the stove.

As he reached the door, he suddenly kicked it!

The old wooden door could not withstand Fang Si's kick, and the wooden door valve behind it was directly broken.

Feeling the resistance from his feet, Fang Si narrowed his eyes and instantly threw the wooden root he had just picked up into the hole.

As the wooden stick was thrown into the house, a burst of chaotic and panicked footsteps was heard.

Seeing this, Fang Si thought to himself, "As expected."

There really is someone in this room, I just ignored him just now.

After thinking about it, Fang Si used the remaining clothes he had taken off the dead body some time ago as a mask to cover his face. Although the smell of the cloth was a bit disgusting, it was not a big deal. He was not that delicate.

Although it is pitch dark now, it is possible that the people in the room have good eyesight and can see his face clearly.

Although Fang Si is reckless, he is not stupid.

The binding force of laws in ancient times may have been weak, but they were by no means non-existent.

He didn't want to get into trouble over a bowl of wild vegetables.

The reason why Fang Sheng wore a mask was, of course, to go into the house.

In fact, if he didn't go into the house and left directly through the window, he wouldn't need to wear a mask, because the door had been closed all that time and the people inside couldn't see his face.

The reason why he wanted to go into the house was that he had finally met a living person and wanted to quickly confirm where he was, what dynasty, and what world he was in.

Moreover, he had a piece of paper in his arms that he couldn't understand.

However, he was not in a hurry to go in. After all, he didn't know what the situation was inside, and it would be easy to get into trouble if he went in rashly.

Since Fang Si did not enter the house directly, the footsteps that had been a little panicked because of the wooden stick flying in also stopped.

From then on, the only sounds in the dark house were rapid breathing and an extremely violent heartbeat.

Jump on both sides.

Fang Si had no idea what was going on in the room, so he was actually quite nervous.

From the chaotic footsteps just now, Fang Si could be sure that there was definitely more than one person in the room, but he didn't know exactly how many there were.

Of course, he wouldn't believe if someone said there were ten or eight of them in the house.

He is not a fool. If there were really a lot of people in the house, they would not watch him rummaging around in the kitchen.

Before Fang Si could think any further, a female voice came from the other side.

"Who's out there?"

Fang Si did not answer, but his thoughts were racing.

Being able to understand what the other person is saying shows that although there are differences in the writing, there are generally not many language barriers.

Therefore, it should still be a dynasty of Daxia.

It's a good thing.

There wasn't much difference, which meant he could survive better here. At least he wouldn't be burned as a witch because of something like skin color.

Seeing that Fang Si didn't say anything, another voice came from the inner room.

"You...if you're hungry, just eat and leave. We don't want to get into a fight with you just for a bite of food."

Listening to Gong Yangwan's words, Fang Si still narrowed his eyes.

But this time, he spoke.

"Are there no adults at home?"