With undead skills, I can read files infinitely

After thinking about it, he stopped looking at the tragic situation, but walked towards Han Xiuxiu's house.

To face this "lady" who has spanned a hundred years.

Chapter 133 I am your husband in a hundred years (5000)

Han Xiuxiu's home is very simple, and it can be seen that in this Han family village, except for Han Laocai, the rich man in the village, the other villagers live a rather cautious life.

Gu An looked around, and quickly confirmed Han Xiuxiu's room, with the door tightly closed.

Gu An was about to go forward to push the door, but his palm passed through the door miraculously, and he leaned forward and passed through directly.

"I am in the world in the painting, so everything I see is illusory, there is no real thing..."

Gu An immediately reacted and muttered.

"Someone? Who...is... talking?"

Gu An was taken aback, looking in the direction of the voice.

All I saw was a woman in sackcloth sitting by the bed, her body was tied with hemp rope, and her pretty face was full of panic.

The woman's wheat yellow complexion is clean, her eyebrows are picturesque, and she has obviously been well-groomed. Gu An immediately recognized her familiar face as Han Xiuxiu.

Although the Han Xiuxiu he saw a hundred years later was just a strange face with a stiff face, he could still recognize the general outline.

The most important thing is, can Han Xiuxiu hear what she said?

Gu An felt a little unbelievable, this place is obviously the world in the painting, and he couldn't even touch any grass or thing here, how did Han Xiuxiu hear himself speak?

After thinking about it, Gu An tried to shout again: "Han Xiuxiu?"

Inside the room, Han Xiuxiu, who was sitting alone on the bed, turned pale with fright when she heard the voice, and shrank her whole body into the bed, looking panic-stricken, and whispered: "Who? Who is talking?"

Gu An was also sure now that Han Xiuxiu could indeed hear her own voice, but she couldn't see herself, unlike the villagers outside who couldn't even hear her own voice.

This ancient painting is really weird and unbelievable...

Gu An thought in his heart, but he didn't know what to say to Han Xiuxiu after meeting for a hundred years.

After thinking for a long time, I had no choice but to say: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you..."

Han Xiuxiu didn't reply, but just looked around the room, searching, trying to see who was talking.

Seeing this scene, Gu An thought for a while, and then said: "Xiuxiu, you may not believe it, I am your husband in a hundred years..."

Han Xiuxiu: "..."

After a while, Han Xiuxiu seemed to have roughly confirmed the direction of the source of the sound, and turned to Gu An's direction, and asked in a low voice, "Lord of the land?"

Gu An: "..."

Gu An was stunned for a long time, and finally understood what Han Xiuxiu meant. The villagers said they would sacrifice her to the Lord of the Land, but he just said that he came from a hundred years later.

How can a normal person live for so long, and now there is only a voice and no people can be seen. This magical method, in the eyes of ordinary people in this era, really looks like a fairy...

Therefore, Han Xiuxiu's first reaction was that the land master was completely fine...

However, Gu An still needs to explain: "I am not a land lord. Where is there any land lord in this world, they are all feudal superstitions..."

Han Xiuxiu thought for a while: "Then who are you?"

Gu An: "I am your husband in a hundred years..."

Han Xiuxiu: "Isn't that the land master..."

"..."

Gu An curled his lips: "Xiuxiu, the land master is all nonsense. It was a alchemist outside who lied to your village. He has other purposes. There is no land master in this world. I appeared here today through a special way, and the real me is actually from a hundred years later..."

Gu An wondered if Han Xiuxiu could understand such an explanation.

Han Xiuxiu pondered for a while, then sighed: "So there is no land master..."

"Then after I die, there will be no changes in the village..."

Han Xiuxiu looked a little frustrated.

Gu An thought for a while, and said: "Yes, your death can't change anything, and even said sadly, everything that happened in your village is just a test of someone..."

Han Xiuxiu was taken aback for a moment, then fell silent, and then asked softly, "Is my existence wrong?"

Gu An shook his head: "You are not wrong, what is wrong is this era, and what is wrong are some people who don't take ordinary human lives seriously..."

Han Xiuxiu let out a sigh, and then said, "My parents, are they all right now..."

Han Xiuxiu stayed in the house all the time, she couldn't go out, she only heard some vague noises outside before, she felt that something bad should have happened.

This morning, when her parents went to the field, and there was no one at home, a group of women from the village rushed in, saying that they wanted to make up her and prepare to give it to the land master in a few days. She felt bad at the time Things should have come...

Gu An paused, as if he couldn't change anything, after thinking about it, he said, "They're fine, they went to another place..."

Han Xiuxiu's response was a long silence.

A lot of things don't need to be said directly, everyone understands them.

At this time, the sound of walking outside the house sounded, and the women in the village had already rushed in. They didn't say much, they carried Han Xiuxiu directly, and walked to the sedan chair outside the house.

Han Xiuxiu looked calm, as if she was still thinking about what Gu An said just now.

Gu An silently followed, it seemed that except for Han Xiuxiu, the other villagers could not hear his voice.

And I can't touch these people and things myself.

Although I know that everything in front of me happened a hundred years ago, what I see now may be false.

But Gu An was still a little unhappy.

History really cannot be changed?

Gu An muttered in his heart, but he had some ideas in his mind.

Since I can communicate with Han Xiuxiu, can I use Han Xiuxiu to change some things?

But when he thought about it, Gu An felt that he should not have succeeded. If he succeeded, meeting Han Xiuxiu for the first time would be very pleasant, instead of talking about scumbags by himself...

Maybe I was the one who was surprised at the time, Han Xiuxiu should say something to myself, you may not believe it, we met once a hundred years ago, and you claimed to be my husband...

While thinking in Gu An's mind, he followed the sedan chair.