Warring States Survival Guide

Chapter 1 The silly son is saved!

At dusk, the setting sun melts into gold.

Panting like a cow, Yuan Ye bent over and lowered his head, carrying his friend on his back, and climbed up the ridge with difficulty. Looking up, the scene in front of him finally became clear. It was no longer the endless dark mountains, but a large area of gray wilderness.

There is also a large river flowing obliquely in the wilderness, sparkling in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the years are peaceful and quiet.

Admiring such a beautiful scenery, Yuanye breathed a sigh of relief and a faint smile appeared on his face, but this smile soon disappeared. He squatted down and gently put his unconscious friend on the ground, then felt his forehead temperature and pulse, and sighed silently.

They had an accident during their hiking trip.

He was studying abroad in Nagoya, Japan. Just after the winter break of his sophomore year, his childhood friend and his silly son who was in his third year of high school, Meng Ziqi, excitedly came across the sea to visit him - it was called a visit, but in fact it was an opportunity to travel. Meng Ziqi was an active little fat boy who studied at a 211 university in China and had long wanted to come to Japan to play.

The two hadn't seen each other for more than a year, but there was no sense of strangeness. They laughed and talked about each other's dark history while wandering around Nagoya for five or six days. Then Meng Ziqi felt very bored and thought that Japan was not as interesting as in anime, so he wanted to see the natural scenery and go to Ise Mountain to check in and take some photos to brag about. However, they encountered thick mountain fog as soon as they entered the mountain.

The mountain fog was so thick that it was difficult to distinguish between humans and animals at a distance of one meter, and at a distance of three meters one could only hear their voices but not see them.

They had never seen such a thick fog, and they heard huge thunder in the fog. There seemed to be lightning striking in the changing light and shadow, so they dared not stay where they were, for fear of being punished by heaven. They could only grope their way forward, which led to the accident - Yuanye was exploring the way ahead and stepped on empty air. It was Meng Ziqi's silly son who rushed forward and pulled him up, thus avoiding the fate of breaking his neck. It was Meng Ziqi who was unlucky and used too much force, and hit his head... It was hard to see clearly in the fog, maybe on a rock, and he fell unconscious on the spot.

After Yuan Ye finally found an open, flat and relatively safe place, and waited until the mountain fog slowly dissipated, Meng Ziqi still did not wake up. He had no choice but to abandon most of his personal belongings, leaving only a mountaineering bag filled with some emergency items and a small amount of food and water hanging on his chest, and carried Meng Ziqi on his back to begin his self-rescue journey.

It was very difficult. He couldn't find the mountain road he came from, and there was no signal on his cell phone, so he couldn't call for help. He could only roughly judge the direction and force his way over the mountains.

It took us most of the day to walk, with twists and turns, stumbling and shaking. I was so tired that my legs were shaking, sweat was pouring down my face, and I was panting like an old cow. I was almost in despair when I finally saw hope of rescue at dusk.

But there is hope!

He took a deep breath and checked Meng Ziqi again to make sure his injuries had not worsened. Then he carried him on his back, went down the mountain, and plunged into the dense forest.

He needs to send Meng Ziqi to the hospital quickly. He hopes that the kid is okay. Otherwise, he may regret it for the rest of his life and won't be able to go home again with the face!

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Going down the mountain saved effort, and walking in the wilderness was much easier. When the trees became thinner and the terrain gradually became flat, he moved his ears in the mountain breeze and heard faint singing.

He cursed inwardly for finally meeting someone, and put a little more strength into his legs and feet, speeding up and going straight down. However, as soon as he got out of the forest, he stopped immediately, and the joy in his heart disappeared in an instant.

This is a natural platform located on the mountainside. There is a huge black rock in the middle of the platform. Now a group of dwarfs in strange clothes are half surrounding the rock, stomping their feet and clapping their hands, as if they are dancing and praying. There is also a person in front of the rock, twisting his body slowly, chanting a weird ballad in a drawn-out voice. The most important thing is that there is a person placed on the rock, who is suspected to be a living sacrifice.

To be honest, the scene is a bit gloomy and it wouldn't be out of place in a horror movie.

Yuanye did not dare to go forward for a moment. He supported his friend on his back and his eyes became alert and deep.

He had been studying in Japan for a long time, and he knew that Japan was full of superstitious cults, with beliefs in doomsday, eternal life, and evil gods and demons, which killed people every now and then. Now he had also encountered one in this desolate mountain. If he and Meng Ziqi were buried together, he would have nowhere to go to appeal, so he had to be alert.

However, the noise he made when he ran out of the forest was quite loud. Among the group of dwarfs, there was a guy wearing a bamboo hat and holding a bamboo pole, who was quite alert. He turned around when he heard the sound and immediately shouted. In an instant, the group of dwarfs all turned their heads to look at him.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yuanye raised his eyebrows, his expression became calmer and his eyes became deeper. With one hand he steadied his friend on his back and with the other hand he tightly grasped the electric baton in the net bag of his backpack - it was purchased legally. As an international student, he was running around in a foreign country with a funny guy who didn't speak Japanese, so he had to have a self-defense weapon to avoid suffering a loss if something went wrong. He hesitated for a moment whether to slowly retreat back to the woods, but was afraid that retreating would backfire and stimulate these cultists, causing the situation to suddenly escalate and become more dangerous.

The main reason was that he had no confidence that he could escape from such a large group of people in an unfamiliar forest, carrying a little fat man on his back when it was almost dark and he was exhausted.

He didn't say anything for a while, thinking quickly about the response strategy. The group of people on the opposite side didn't say anything either, just stared at him stupidly. There was only the cold wind blowing and the mixed woods whimpering. …………

Jubei was very confused. He was singing a sad ballad, praying to the mountain god for mercy on his companions, so that they could get rid of their illness and recover their health. Unexpectedly, two people suddenly jumped down from the mountain. They were obviously people of extraordinary identities.

The one being carried was not very clear, but the one carrying the person was very unusual, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, handsome features, and a tall stature, definitely over six and a half feet (each foot is about 0.269 meters), maybe even seven feet, and looked very strong and powerful.

He also had very neat, short hair that was obviously carefully trimmed. Although his skin was not as white as the ladies in the city, it was quite shiny. One could tell at a glance that he had been pampered since childhood and had enough food to eat all day long.

The clothes were a bit strange, but the fabric looked delicate and luxurious, and even reflected a little in the sunset. It was more beautiful than the he (a kind of coarse silk). It was not something that ordinary people could own. Even an ordinary land servant could not have such beautiful and exquisite clothes.

Jubei dared to swear on the basis of his more than ten years of service in Arashi Castle that the man in front of him was definitely a big shot, perhaps even a big shot at the level of a noble or a minister. In any case, he was not someone that an ordinary servant like him could afford to offend.

Jubei stared blankly for a moment, and suddenly his heart trembled. He saw the "big shot" staring at him coldly, with an unhappy look on his face, as if blaming him for not knowing etiquette and daring to stand there stupidly and hesitate to greet him. He hurriedly stepped forward, knelt on the ground skillfully, bowed his head deeply and said, "Excuse me, sir, I am Jubei, the head of the Hibitsu Village servant. May I ask if you can help me in any way?"

Yuan Ye was even more confused. Although it was true that the Japanese loved to kneel, he had never seen anyone kowtow as soon as they met each other. Moreover, this person's dress...

Looking closer, the old man looked to be in his fifties, very short, about 1.45 meters tall. He was wearing a washed-out plain coarse cloth jacket (a kind of short robe), a dark blue short haori with six white circles printed on it (similar to a vest with a long hem), a narrow black coarse cloth belt tied around his waist, and a 30-centimeter-long short sword inserted diagonally on the belt. Below him were baggy hakama that reached his calves, and three-foot-high straw sandals.

how to say?

This old man is in pretty good health. The winter in Nagoya is not too cold, usually around 4 or 5 degrees, and not too windy. But even in the weather of 4 or 5 degrees, he is barefoot, wearing only a single layer of clothing and a vest with his calves exposed. Isn't he too resistant to cold?

Moreover, this dagger is also very suspicious. Not only does it have no scabbard, but there are also many fine cracks and black and greasy dirt on the blade. It is obvious that it has been in a violent collision with other iron tools. The more you look at it, the more it looks like a murder weapon.

The old man's hairstyle was a bit strange. I didn't know if he shaved the front of his head or if he was naturally bald. Anyway, he was half bald. The remaining hair was tied into an N-shaped bun with a cloth strip and hung behind his head. He looked like a medieval Japanese man in a museum.

I didn't quite understand what he said, as his accent was very strong. I could only make out the words "adult" and "need", but the rest of the words sounded a bit vague...

Yuanye was confused and took another look at the group of people in the distance. He found that they were dressed similarly to the old man, except that they did not have the short haori with "six white circles" painted on it. However, they were also dressed thinly and worn out, and they were all very short. Those who were over 1.55 meters tall were considered tall.

This is not quite like the ancient people in COSPLAY, it’s a bit too professional, too real, too involved, there is not even any flaws!

Yuan Ye looked at everything in front of him, asked his friend who was carrying him on his back, and thought about all the strange phenomena he encountered after the fog and lightning in the mountains.

The Ise Mountains are a well-developed hiking area in modern times, with popular tourist attractions such as the Yoro Onsen and Shuten-doji. There should be many mountain hotels, sanatoriums, B&Bs, and mountain climbing sites, and even more tourists. However, he wandered around in the mountains for most of the day carrying his stupid son on his back, but didn't see a single living person!
Not only did we not see any living people, but we also kept encountering various wild animals.

Rabbits and pheasants were running around, herds of deer were roaming around, and in the valley I saw a pile of manure that looked like it was made by a herd of wild boars. My cell phone signal was completely gone, and when I passed by several pine forests I found a large number of high-quality pine mushrooms that were not being picked, and flocks of egrets were flying over the mountains toward Lake Biwa...

At that time, he was so exhausted from carrying people over the mountain that he could hardly breathe. He didn't think much about it at the time, but now he thinks about it more carefully...

He had a bad feeling in his heart. It was a little hard to believe, but he felt that there was no other explanation - instead of comforting himself that he had encountered a large-scale reality show and that this was a TV station randomly making fun of tourists, he would rather believe that he had traveled through time.

But he traveled through time without any feeling, carrying his unconscious and stupid son on his back?

Where did this travel to?

(End of this chapter)