Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

"Where is Wu Zhen now?" Bai Li suddenly asked.

"Young Master Bai, Wu Zhen has been unconscious since he came down last night and is currently housed in one of the mushroom houses. If I remember correctly, he should be in this direction."

Miao Zhiming led the way, taking Bai Li to the door of one of the mushroom houses, where a militiaman was guarding it.

The current mushroom house is only furnished with some dry straw as bedding; nothing else is there yet.

Wu Zhen had just woken up, and he looked around at his surroundings with a puzzled expression.

"Shouldn't I be in heaven? How did I end up here?"

The next moment, those unforgettable memories flooded into his mind.

I remember now, I was in the sky, thirsty and hungry, and the cold wind was howling, so I couldn't sleep at all.

Several days passed like this, and I couldn't hold on any longer. I had just lay down on the ground and hadn't even had a short nap when I accidentally rolled over and fell down!

When he regained consciousness from the feeling of weightlessness, he was already in mid-air, and he was so frightened that he fainted.

When I woke up again, I found myself here.

I didn't die?

"Hey, hey, I'm not dead! Grandpa the fairy didn't lie to me, that's great!"

Wu Zhen was overjoyed. He was relieved that he had finally survived those experiments and was alive again.

The immortal grandfather said that as long as he survives, it will be the final experiment.

That's a deity, someone who keeps their word!

As someone in the laboratory, Wu Zhen knew that Bai Li was incredibly powerful, not to mention the Heavenly Ladder, which only a god could accomplish.

He was initially called the White Dawn Monster because he was genuinely afraid as the test subject.

"Wu Zhen, you're awake?"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Wu Zhen shuddered. He looked over and saw the figure he would never forget reappear before his eyes.

Ignoring his weakened state, Wu Zhen quickly scrambled to his feet and kowtowed to Bai Li, saying, "Grandpa Immortal, have you come to see me for any further instructions? I know I was wrong."

Please, please, please don't say there are still experiments to be done!

The thought of those experiments made Wu Zhen tremble.

There is no harm without comparison.

With those bandits as a benchmark, Bai Li now finds Wuzhen much more pleasing to the eye.

"Don't worry, I will keep my promise. If I say it's your last experiment, then it's the last one." Bai Li paused, then continued.

"But there are other things I need you to do next!"

Wu Zhen replied without hesitation, "Grandpa Immortal, please give your orders. As long as it's not an experiment, I'm willing to do anything!"

"Alright, I want you to go back to Chengcheng with him in a bit, then you stay here and do your job: suppress the bandits!"

Bai Li wasn't sure how strict the security measures were in Chengcheng now, but Wu Zhen, as an inspector, could definitely bring people in by simply showing his face.

Now that bandits are rampant, it's better to release Wuzhen and let him go back to suppress them than to keep him locked up here.

As for letting the tiger return to the mountain, Bai Li is not worried. In Wu Zhen's heart, as long as he is an immortal, he will not dare to be presumptuous.

However, in order to prevent Wu Zhen from shirking his duties, Bai Li repeated to Wu Zhen what she had said to the yamen runners, as she had planned before.

Furthermore, Bai Li added a sentence, allowing the character to be reborn as an animal while retaining their memories.

It must be said that this method is very useful for these people.

Upon hearing that he might be reborn as a beast in his next life, Wu Zhen nearly fainted, his face turning deathly pale.

After hearing about the method of atonement, he regained some color in his face and tremblingly thanked Bai Li.

"If you lack food or water, I will allow you to come here to resupply, but there is a condition," Bai Li said earnestly to Wu Zhen, "If you encounter any people in distress who look like decent people, you must give them food and tell them about this place."

Wu Zhen nodded and replied, "Yes, I will remember the instructions of the Immortal Grandfather!"

"Go outside and get some food. Eat quickly, we're leaving soon!" Bai Li instructed.

He didn't want to delay his departure for Chengcheng because of Wuzhen.

Just because she found him somewhat pleasing to the eye doesn't mean Bai Li accepted Wu Zhen.

If the favorability rating is negative to begin with, adding a little bit doesn't mean it becomes positive.

Naturally, they wouldn't give him leather boots or a wooden sword either.

Leather boots were already in short supply, and he was too lazy to take out his workbench to make a wooden sword for Wu Zhen.

"Zhiming, take him with you. It'll make things easier when you go into town. And here's some more; if you don't have enough money, use these to exchange for cash," Bai Li said, handing Miao Zhiming the dye she had made from flowers. "And remember, don't forget to bring me lots of good food!"

"I understand." Miao Zhiming nodded.

After giving her instructions, Bai Li left.

He planned to go back and make another iron bucket. He carried two bottles of water, one milk and one lava, in his backpack. He filled the slots in his backpack with logs, preparing to build city walls later.

And bring the dream home with you.

Wu Zhen was led by Miao Zhiming to the refugees and got a meal.

Wu Zhen, who had been starving for several days, ate the steamed buns with gusto.

He subconsciously looked towards the stairway to heaven he had been standing on, and suddenly realized that not far from that stairway, there was another stairway to heaven, and water was falling from the sky.

Although he didn't know what was going on with the water, Wu Zhen was very familiar with that Heavenly Ladder.

Haha, I wonder which blind fool offended the divine grandfather.

Wu Zhen's lips curled up, and his mood improved somewhat.

Finally, someone else is just as unlucky as him!

……

"Damn it, damn it!" Shangtianhu lay on the glass, his hands and feet gripping it tightly, cold sweat pouring down his face.

Every now and then, I have to temporarily take one hand off to wipe the sweat off my body, so that my hand is not too slippery and I can't hold onto the glass.

He dared not open his eyes, because if he did, he could see the scenery on the ground through the glass, and every now and then a few birds would fly past him.

That's amazing!

All he could rely on was a cubic meter of glass suspended high in the air, which was far from enough to give him a sense of security.

Tiger's legs felt weak, as if he might lose his balance at any moment and fall from this high place.

I shouldn't have rebelled, and I definitely shouldn't have gone to the village to loot!

Why am I so unlucky?

His mental defenses were crumbling, and he could no longer hold on, he screamed in impotent rage.

"You son of a bitch!!!!"