Chapter 807

"When I woke up... the whole world had changed." Muttering in his mouth, Bai Lang curled up and looked at the scene around him. That's right, he didn't recognize the scene at all, he didn't even know where he was—logically speaking, he should be swaying freely in front of his computer, it was a rare day off—but what was going on with this ruined temple and the smelly straw? And what was going on with these broken clothes on his body that smelled quite okay?

His situation seemed to be a little beggar? The problem was, what was going on? Bai Lang stood up and confirmed that he had indeed become a child, but fortunately, he still had the "bring-along," and his hands and feet were intact and hadn't been "harvested and broken" by others. He prepared to go to the door to see, anyway, there was no one else around. The scene he saw confirmed the fact that Bai Lang had traveled through time—in fact, his current situation was enough to prove it. For some reason, he came here, and his physical age had become smaller, which was enough to prove the existence of supernatural power.

The situation in front of him was that outside this ruined temple was a field, and the background was rolling mountains. There was no one on the road, but people were working in the fields.

Just when Bai Lang didn't know what to do, a little beggar ran from outside. "Still not going quickly! Today, the Changle Gang is opening a charity hall and recruiting little handymen. Do you want to sit here and starve to death? Still not going quickly with me." This little beggar was a head taller than Bai Lang, and his appearance was quite resolute—but that was probably because he was thin, which made his eyes look bigger. Bai Lang was pulled by this person, and he was taken away involuntarily.

While running, Bai Lang really couldn't remember the name of the person in front of him. "Isn't it said that soul travel should fuse memories? Looking at this person's tone and appearance, it doesn't look like a stranger, it must be very familiar with me, right? Could it be meat travel? Replacing someone who looks exactly like me?" However, it was better not to think wildly while running. This didn't stop Bai Lang from stepping on the air, and he was about to roll forward.

Instinctively, he began to adjust his center of gravity. To Bai Lang's surprise, his movements to adjust his center of gravity were both fast and good. After stepping on the air, the foot that stepped on the air immediately exerted force out of thin air, taking a step forward and stepping firmly, while the foot behind also followed the pace. As for the moving center of gravity, it was completed by swinging his arms and returning. This was the level of a gymnast. Bai Lang also knew that if he hadn't traveled through time, he would definitely not be able to do it, and he would definitely have to do a dog-eating-shit movement.

However, after such a thing, Bai Lang didn't dare to think too much, and first took care of running to the place—at this time, he also discovered a good thing, that is, his breathing was still stable after such an urgent run, and he didn't start pulling the bellows... If it were the office waste who didn't work hard in the past, he should be lying on the ground panting like a dog now.

This round of urgent running was a full half-hour run. While Bai Lang was surprised at his current physical fitness, he was also looking at the guy beside him with strange eyes. This person didn't even pant or stop his feet after running this journey, as if this face wasn't thin to death because of malnutrition. "Perhaps there is really something strange here, but I forgot that he said Changle Gang earlier... Could it be that this is actually the world of the chivalrous line?" Speaking of Changle Gang, where else could he think of? Isn't it the world of the chivalrous line?

On the small drill ground in front of him, there were children everywhere, there were little beggars like him, and naturally there were children from ordinary families with clean clothes. Now they were all looking at a table in front. No one had sat down behind the table yet, but it was estimated that they would sign up here later. Only now did Bai Lang think of touching himself all over, but he touched a small metal plate that was full of dirt and couldn't see the color on his neck, which was worn with a dirty string—neither gold nor silver, it was a small copper piece.

The copper plate was very small, about half the length of his finger. Bai Lang thought this thing looked like a dog tag that was one size smaller. There were also winding lines and characters on it, which seemed to be some kind of seal script, but now Bai Lang couldn't distinguish it—first of all, it was relatively dirty, and secondly, he really couldn't understand seal script. Just when he was studying the dog tag, a voice spread throughout the square—this voice was not very loud, but it seemed to echo in his ears. According to the martial arts books he had read, Bai Lang thought this was the performance of martial arts internal force reaching the peak.

As a result, what he saw was a man dressed as a master, leading eight big men lined up. The master was already sitting on a chair, and it was this master who had just spoken. "Everyone here is in ancient costumes, and I don't know what dynasty it is—it wasn't written in the chivalrous line, anyway, it's definitely not the Tang Dynasty." Bai Lang thought, and what the master said was to let everyone be quiet, and start lining up, no need to worry, and they would start testing after registering one by one.

The test was naturally done by those eight big men. The so-called test was also simple. Just touch the joints of these children and pinch the muscles—at least that's what Bai Lang saw. The line had already reached Bai Lang. He walked to the table. "Name?" The master looked up at his eyes. Bai Lang couldn't see any expression in the other's eyes, only feeling very dazzling, forcing him to lower his head slightly. "Bai Lang," he said.

The master wrote like flying, and directly wrote these two words. It seemed that there was no difference in the characters here. "Age?" Bai Lang was suddenly stunned. How did he know his age? He was almost thirty years old before he traveled through time, but this body didn't look like thirty years old at all? Fortunately, Bai Lang's brain was fast and reacted vividly. He estimated his height and immediately reported an age of "twelve years old".

Although he lowered his head, Bai Lang could still feel the X-ray-like eyes looking at him up and down. Judging from the situation of martial arts experts, it could not be ruled out that the other party was using internal force to sense his situation—who let this master look like a master of masters. The other party said "Hmm", and Bai Lang could still see the other party write the two words "twelve" with his lowered eyes, but there were no more questions later. A big man directly lifted Bai Lang and touched his bones up and down.

"No hidden injuries, tendons and bones are complete, and there is no trace of broken bones regenerating." The big man's hands were very fast, and he had already touched Bai Lang's bones in a few breaths—anyway, the focus was on the spine and limbs. This was considered Bai Lang passing. Next, it was just bathing and changing clothes. This time, Bai Lang didn't go with the little beggar who dragged him here—speaking of which, he didn't even know the other party's name, but the other party also passed.

After changing clothes and taking the number plate, this Bai Lang became the lowest-level little handyman of the Changle Gang—the number plate was not 9527, but 1024... ===== CHAPTER 808 =====