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"No! Leave quickly!"

Wang Bin suddenly woke up from his dream and sat on an unfamiliar bed, sweating profusely. .

After a while, Wang Bin suddenly realized that something was wrong, the surrounding environment was wrong.

Antique furniture is not the kind of high-end mahogany furniture, but ordinary wooden furniture, and the decoration is not like modern style. No matter how good the antique decoration is now, it will not have this feeling, a kind of taste that comes from the bones... …

"I was watching a movie with my girl before, and suddenly..."

At this moment Wang Bin realized that he seemed to have jumped on the trend and traveled through time, but this should be the country of China.

Thinking about it, Wang Bin took a look at the bandaged wounds on his body. Falling into painful memories again...

Kang dang

The door was opened, and a simple-looking man walked in, holding a bowl of medicine in his hand.

"You're awake! Come on, drink the medicine, and I'll call my master over."

After saying that, he quickly put the medicine on the bedside and ran out without waiting for Wang Bin's reply.

Wang Bin was really confused. If he saw it right, how could this person look so much like Xu Guanying? It's not that he has a good memory, but Wang Bin has been watching zombie movies some time ago, so he has a deep impression.

Soon, there were footsteps outside the door again. When the master the man mentioned earlier came in, Wang Bin was completely stunned!

"My lord! This is definitely Uncle Jiu!"

The sadness in Wang Bin's heart was swept away at this moment, and all he could do was complain.

"Are you awake? Young man."

"Hello, where are you? Who are you?" Although Wang Bin was suspicious, he was not sure what he was thinking.

"This is Yizhuang. I'm in charge here. Just call me Uncle Jiu." After saying that, Uncle Jiu sat by the bed and felt Wang Bin's pulse. After a while, he asked, "Young man, where are you from? Why did you pass out in the wilderness!"

"I don't remember what happened before. The only memory I have is the fire, everything else is forgotten."

Wang Bin's face was full of confusion. Others traveled to the United States, so why did I end up in the early years of the Republic of China? It's wrong!

Wang Bin's expression was also true. Uncle Jiu believed his words and shook his head helplessly.

"Wencai, go and get the clothes he changed earlier."

"Yes, Master."

Soon, Wencai ran in again, but he was holding a piece of damaged clothing and a wallet.

"You replaced this when you were in a coma. Let's see if there is anything that reminds you of your identity."

Wang Bin took the clothes and wallet and found his ID card and a pocket watch from the wallet.

"Wang Bin, this should be my name. As for other things, it's..."