Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

Song Yingxing had only eaten about a third of his second golden carrot when he felt full. He handed the carrot to Bai Li and said, "Young Master Bai, I can't eat anymore!"

Bai Li gently shook her head and replied calmly, "Just keep the rest."

In his view, it was just a matter of an emerald, nothing particularly rare.

Moreover, no matter how precious an object is, it cannot compare to the value of a person.

Song Yingxing did not refuse again and carefully put the golden carrot into the lining pocket inside his clothes.

"Thank you for your trouble, Young Master Bai." He cupped his hands in thanks to Bai Li.

Bai Li waved her hand gently and smiled, "It's alright. I also want to know if they can communicate."

Song Yingxing stepped off the platform and walked onto the Soul Sand.

let's start.

He concealed the teacher's hat on his head.

The temperature, which had been relatively normal, suddenly dropped, and Song Yingxing unconsciously curled up, the cold seeping into his skin, penetrating his pores, and seeping into his bones.

It's cold, so cold!

In the next instant, those arms that were previously normal went berserk and began to reach out towards Song Yingxing.

As the force increased, the number of arms also increased several times over!

Song Yingxing shivered from the cold and stammered as he repeated what he had said before.

Those arms didn't even pause for a moment.

Still not working?

At this point, it had already penetrated to the lower leg.

Ice slid down my esophagus, ice blades cut my skin, a metallic taste came through my tongue, and the air was filled with only a pungent cold.

My vision became distorted, and the colors gradually lost their warmth.

The air froze into solidity, and the silence was replaced by the heavy breathing and heartbeats.

I wonder if I'll become like them if I get dragged into it?

We can't stay any longer.

While he was still conscious, Song Yingxing put his teacher's hat back on.

Those arms were clearly taken aback for a moment.

However, they did not let go, but continued to pull it further in.

However, no matter how hard they try, the outcome is already predetermined.

Bai Li stared sharply at the scene before him. He had just stretched out his arm, intending to pry open the arms that were entangled with Song Yingxing.

However, before any of them could be touched, the seemingly conscious arms retracted on their own.

That's ruthless!

Looking at Song Yingxing lying on the round stone recovering his strength, Bai Li felt a sense of emotion.

Although Song Yingxing's lips had turned purple, he still clenched his teeth and remained silent, though his body trembled involuntarily as he spoke, and his voice trembled slightly.

After a short rest, Song Yingxing struggled to stand up.

"Young master, we can continue."

"You've recovered?" Bai Li asked in confusion.

"My body has almost recovered, and I can't waste any more of Young Master Bai's time," Song Yingxing said with a smile and a firm tone.

"Okay," Bai Li replied simply.

He drew his bow and aimed it at the evil spirits floating in the sky: "Is the stance correct?"

"There seems to be something wrong with your grip," Song Yingxing instructed earnestly. "Young Master Bai, bend your wrists naturally, relax your shoulders, and don't hold your breath."

Bai Li made minor adjustments according to Song Yingxing's instructions until the movements were perfect.

"Stand upright, exert force evenly, draw the bow correctly, nock the arrow calmly, push forward and move backward, the bow is fully drawn." Song Yingxing smiled faintly and said, "Young Master Bai, that's enough!"

Bai Li released his grip, and the arrow flew out in an instant, still grazing the edge of the evil spirit before disappearing.

It's normal to miss; I'm just a beginner.

It's better than last time, when it was all down to luck.

Following the same movements as before, Bai Li assumed the correct stance and fired several more arrows.

One of the difficulties in archery training is the strength required to draw the bow.

As long as he doesn't move, his strength is inexhaustible, and he doesn't need to worry about running out of energy and losing his posture.

What Bai Li needs to do now is repeat this movement until it becomes muscle memory.

He is not lacking in strength.

After dozens of shots, you're bound to hit the target eventually.

With the Power I buff, when fully upgraded, it can almost kill one enemy with one arrow, with only a few occasionally slipping through the net.

Just parry with your sword!

At first, Song Yingxing needed to correct Bai Li's movements, but as Bai Li continued to draw and pull the bow, his movements became more and more standardized.

The crosshair also rose slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Only after all three sets of arrows in his backpack had been fired did Bai Li reluctantly put away his bow.

He picked up the gunpowder scattered on the ground, glanced at his backpack, and saw that it contained nearly half a set.

I'll come back and continue tomorrow.

"Let's go back!" Bai Li said.

They arrived at the portal and were transported back to the main world.

As her vision gradually cleared, Bai Li caught a glimpse of Miao Zhiming standing in front of the door, seemingly having been waiting there for some time.

"Zhiming, what are you doing standing here?" Bai Li asked with a hint of confusion.

Miao Zhiming smiled and replied, "Naturally, I will report the current situation in Chengcheng to Young Master Bai."

Then, he briefly recounted what had happened in Chengcheng in the past few days.

"In Chengcheng, they have already started organizing the refugees and recruiting people for road construction. They are currently arranging for them to dig limestone and sand."

Miao Zhiming continued, "The magistrate of Chengcheng, Meng, has come to see my men who stayed behind many times, saying that we are selling our grain too cheaply, and that in the end, only the wealthy merchants will benefit."

"Then let them get even more benefits!" Bai Li glanced at Miao Zhiming's thicker clothes and continued, "The weather is getting colder, so we'll transport the extra wool to nearby villages and sell it in Chengcheng."

This sheep doesn't need to spend a year or two accumulating wool.

In this situation, it's perfect for keeping warm!

With food and clothing taken care of, we can consider it a good New Year.

"Is there anything else?" Bai Li asked.

Miao Zhiming replied, "I have some questions I'd like to ask Senior Song."

"I see. You two have a good chat. I'll be going now!" Bai Li waved and then walked away.

Miao Zhiming asked in a soft voice, "Senior Song, what exactly is this hell like?"

"I only saw part of it," Song Yingxing said, his eyes gleaming. "Let's go back, I'll tell you slowly."

……

In the same year, in the month of Zi, the immortals opened the underworld, and the world knew of hell. Evil was imprisoned in the netherworld, and souls and demons were trapped, with no way to escape.