Murphy looked around suspiciously, wondering how he suddenly appeared in a forest. Wasn't he just on his way to meet the archaeological team? Why did you just turn a fork and enter a forest? Looking back, where is the fork in the road? There was only a dark blue stone wall left, covered with green vines, with a mottled appearance over the years.

Have you encountered the legendary ghost hitting the wall?

As Murphy, who is engaged in archaeological work, she often encounters strange events that cannot be explained by science, so she is a theist herself, and she can remain calm about this sudden change.

It's obviously not a good idea to stay here all the time, and Murphy decides to investigate. The surrounding trees are very lush, and there are even many rare and ancient trees that are more than a hundred years old. This is really rare in the modern city of the 21st century. At least she just arrived at the border area of ​​City A ten minutes ago, and there is absolutely no possibility there. Such well-preserved virgin forests.

After walking for about tens of minutes, Murphy vaguely heard a voice in front of her. She was overjoyed and quickened her pace. After carefully pushing away a branch in front of her, a strange team appeared in front of her.

There are about a hundred people, men and women, young and old. They are all dressed in ragged ancient costumes, with hair and scarves. All of them are haggard and dusty, or they are carrying bags or carts and scooters, and they are slowly moving in another direction.

Murphy's first thought was: filming? However, the next moment she realized that it was impossible. From her professional point of view, these people were all simple and primitive no matter what they were wearing or what they were carrying. More importantly, their tired, miserable and dazed expressions were too real. She has not yet found any "extras" in the camera crew that can achieve such a professional level.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Fei thought to himself, did his year-round archaeological results really put him in ancient times? Silently watching the distant team, she decided to keep up, and she had to find the answers for the countless doubts in her heart.

Just after walking a few steps, she saw a man lying down not far in front of her. She walked quickly and reached out to support him, only to realize that the man was dead. Seeing that his face was ashen, his lips were dry and cracked, and he was still tightly covering his left hand with one hand. His chest seemed to be suffering from an emergency.

With a secret sigh, although Murphy often deals with corpses, they are all ancient corpses that are hundreds of years old, and there are not many psychological obstacles. But the person in front of him was someone who had just died. His body seemed to be still a little warm, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Murphy stood up, secretly said, "Rest in peace," and was about to continue walking, but after walking a few steps, she turned back. She laboriously dragged the man's body into the woods, gritted her teeth, took off his coat and put it on. She still hasn't figured out the current situation, so it's best to blend in with the crowd first, at least not be noticeable in her clothes.

This sackcloth men's suit seems a bit weird to wear, but it's not because of the chest. Murphy will wear a corset every time he does archaeology, which can make the chest flat and firm, and there is no need to worry about affecting the work. The real incongruity is that her short hair is short of ears, and her skin is not as fair as a star, but it is much more lustrous and delicate than those of the commoners just now, and although she wears rough clothes, she does not look like a poor person at all.

Murphy couldn't do anything about it, he could only touch the soil on his face, picked up his canvas bag, bowed to the dead man in front of him, and hurriedly chased after the team.

The civilians who were concentrating on their journey didn't show much attention to Murphy's addition, at most glanced at her short hair.

Murphy was relieved, but soon she was troubled again, because she couldn't understand the conversations of these people, and she didn't know if it was a dialect. Murphy could only understand one or two words occasionally. This is not easy to handle, learning a language is not a matter of a day or two, so how can she figure out the current situation as soon as possible?

Until dusk, the leader shouted, and the team stopped, resting for rest, meals for meals, and fire for lighting.

Murphy looked around for a week. It was just a remote valley. There was no village in front and no shop in the back. There was only a small stream flowing. Looking at the actions of everyone, it is obvious that we are going to spend the night here tonight.

Murphy didn't feel uncomfortable about this. After all, he used to camp often during archaeology, but there was no tent here, so it was a lot of work.

Looking at the people who were eating dry food, Murphy felt that she was also hungry. She hid aside, took out a piece of bread and a bottle of mineral water from her backpack and ate it silently, while secretly thanking herself for preparing for this archaeology She had a lot to eat. Since most of the archaeological areas are relatively remote, shopping and eating are not convenient, so she always brings some food.

I don't know how long this team will be going, Murphy doesn't dare to eat openly. If she saves a little, her food should last for six or seven days.

After eating hastily, Murphy sat in the corner and silently observed the people around him. Most of them wore thick narrow-sleeved coats and short brown ruffled skirts. Clothes are also much better. This is obviously the difference between the scholars and the people. The clothes are very similar to the characteristics of the Han Dynasty, but some details are a little different. For example, their accessories and lacquerware seem to have the characteristics of the Tang and Song Dynasties. Murphy looked more and more puzzled, and slowly fell asleep with the tired and silent night.

There was no dream all night, and the next day had not yet broken, and everyone began to pack up and prepare to go on the road.

Murphy brushed up by the creek, looked at his hands, and wiped a handful of sludge before continuing to walk with the army.

This time she consciously listened to others and began to learn their accents. Along the way, she stumbled and meditated silently, and the progress was slow. Just when she was a little depressed, she actually picked up half a broken bamboo slip on the road.

Bamboo slips? Since Cai Lun improved the papermaking technique, paper has gradually become popular, but now bamboo slips are still used in this era, which means that it should still be before the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and it is temporarily unknown when it will be.

Unfolding the bamboo slips, what catches the eye is a piece of official script with jagged strokes. Mo Fei was overjoyed, this word was very similar to Han Li, and she could read it completely. However, she was soon disappointed, this bamboo slip not only did not solve her doubts, but brought her more confusion.

The bamboo slip reads: In the third year of Shang Ning, Taiwei Xin Chuo wrote a letter criticizing the extravagance of the state of Yu. The family has three meals a day, costing thousands of dollars to wash the pot with wheat sugar, use white wax to make firewood, paint the walls with stone fat, and rub the walls with pepper... than natural disasters.

Shang Ning? Which era is this? What period was the country of Yu?

Mo Fei carefully recalled the history he knew in his mind, but he was still very unfamiliar with the words mentioned on this bamboo slip.

"Forget it, I'll study it later. At least I still know the characters here. It's a fortune among misfortunes." Mo Fei comforted himself while putting away the damaged bamboo slip.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion ahead, and the team paused for a while before continuing to move forward. As most of the people left, Murphy saw two people parked in the middle of the road. A middle-aged man was lying on his back, while a young man knelt beside him and shouted anxiously.

Murphy walked up quickly, squatted down to check, and saw that the man was flushed, short of breath, and accompanied by slight convulsions, which looked like symptoms of heat stroke. Murphy hurriedly called the boy to move the man to a shady place next to him, then loosened his collar, fed him a few mouthfuls of water, and took out the towel in his backpack and soaked it in water to keep him cool.

Fortunately, it was only mild heatstroke, and the person woke up from the coma in a short time. This is a man in his forties, with a long beard, shrewd eyes, a blessing scarf on his head, and a long robe with wide sleeves. He looks like a learned scholar.

The teenager next to him cried and laughed and said something to him, and then the man sat up and said to Murphy, "Thank you little brother for helping me."

Although she didn't understand it well, Murphy could also guess that the other party was thanking him, and she just nodded lightly.

The middle-aged scholar didn't care when he saw this, and just continued: "I'm under Wei Xuan, the character is Wenzhong, I don't know what the little brother is called?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand." Murphy could only reply so lightly.

Wei Xuan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect to be able to communicate. The young man in front of him not only had strange short hair, but also had a strange accent, and even his temperament was equally strange. He had stains on his face, but Wei Xuan took a closer look and found that although this young man was dressed in poor clothes, he had a straight back and straight eyes. He was definitely not an ordinary civilian.

His eyes inadvertently saw the jade talisman hanging on the boy's neck, with two seal characters engraved on it: Futu.

"Fu Tu? The little brother is called Fu Tu?"

Mo Fei heard the word "Fu Tu" clearly. She looked down at her jade talisman. She bought it in the ghost market. I heard that it was made by tomb robbers from an unknown ancient tomb. She glanced at it at the time. I liked it and bought it without bargaining.

Apparently the middle-aged scholar in front of her took this as her name.

Murphy thought for a while, then pointed at him and said, "Wei Xuan, Wen Zhong." Then he pointed at himself and said, "Fu Tu."

Wei Xuan immediately smiled and nodded.

Several people rested for a while and then got up and continued on their way. Murphy now has a new thing to do, which is to learn the language here with Wei Xuan, a middle-aged scholar.

The three quickened their pace to catch up with the team, chatting and writing along the way, and Murphy's progress in learning to speak accelerated a lot.

From Wei Xuan, she also probably learned some things. For example, these people are the common people of Yu country who went to Suo country to avoid disaster. Now Yu country is full of war, robbers are rampant, and the people are tortured. They have to leave their hometown and come to The relatively stable Soo Kingdom started anew.

I heard that the monarch of the state of Soo set aside the entire Mi County to resettle refugees from all over the world. The five states of this era, Jing, Yu, Soo, You, and Qing, restricted each other, and there were wars from time to time, especially between the three states of Yu, You, and Jing. The crusade has almost reached the point of endless death, so that the people are now living in poverty, causing a large number of civilians to migrate.

At this time, Murphy finally made it clear that he had traveled to an unfamiliar era, at least not an era recorded in history.

"Ah! It's here, we've finally arrived in Mi County." The people in front of him suddenly shouted excitedly, and then the crowd immediately became agitated, and everyone's faces showed joy.

Murphy's mood also rose, and this boring journey finally came to an end. Once settled, she can begin to slowly study this strange age.

Where is this place? Why come here? Is there any chance to return to the original world?