Neither objects nor people

  The woman in front of him had a torn dress, her disheveled long hair covering her face. When she saw Yang Shuo Ming looking at her, she immediately shrank back and hid, Yang Shuo Ming couldn't see her appearance clearly, but he could feel her extremely terrified gaze.

  Yang Shuo Ming saw her gaze sweep over his lower body, and only then did he realize that he was still naked. His face turned red, and with a habitual movement, he used both hands to cover himself below, turning sideways, his eyes shifting to the corpse on the ground.

  Looking at the four men he had killed himself, although it wasn't his first time taking a life, Yang Shuo Ming still felt waves of acid churning in his stomach. He suppressed the nauseating feeling and approached the corpses, starting to strip them of their clothes while checking if they had anything useful on them.

  At this time, the cursor in his eyes began to move again, indicating the items on the corpse. After Yang Shuo Ming took away all the clothes from a corpse, he faintly felt that something was off.

  The style of the dead body's clothes, whether it was underwear or outerwear, was completely different from what he used to know. Not only were there no brand names, but the quality also seemed to be a problem.

  The clothes of the woman just now caught Yang Shuo Ming's attention, although her clothes were already tattered, but Yang Shuo Ming could still see that the style and color of the clothes were far from what he knew about women's clothing. It seemed to have only appeared in movies depicting past eras.

  And the dagger found on this corpse, as well as the one he had just snatched and was still holding onto the body, were both obviously crude handmade products rather than machine-made ones.

  As a die-hard knife enthusiast and military fan, he has spent a considerable amount of time on various online forums. He has seen many types of knives from ancient to modern times, both domestic and foreign. However, the dagger in his hand now carries too much "historical weight".

  If it weren't for the life-and-death struggle he had just experienced, Yang Shuo Ming would have thought that he had accidentally walked onto the set of some domestic blockbuster.

  At this time, Yang Shuoming, combined with what he had just experienced, flashed a strange idea in his heart.

  After putting on the clothes stripped from the bandit, Yang Shouming began to examine another corpse. When his hand reached into the other's waist, he touched a hard metal object. He pulled it out with force and was startled.

  Yang Shuo Ming found a handgun on the corpse this time.

  To be precise, this is a homemade single-shot handgun.

  This homemade handgun is big and heavy, its shape is surprisingly similar to the famous German-made Mauser "box cannon", and it also has a hinge structure like a shotgun, loading bullets directly from the open breech. Because after firing, you need to pry the grip down to eject the shell, so this type of gun is generally called a "pry handle". As an old military enthusiast, Yang Shouming had seen many similar things online and discussed with friends how to make such homemade handguns, but he never thought that he would see the real thing today.

  The emergence of this "gun" further indirectly confirmed Yang Shuo's suspicion and worry about his surroundings.

  Because this kind of handmade pistol doesn't belong to his era at all, it only exists in history.

  Without thinking too much, Yang Shuo Ming knew he was still in danger at the moment. He completed the examination of the four corpses as quickly as possible and organized the useful items collected on his body.

  At this time, the woman was hiding behind a rock, silently watching Yang Shuo Ming's movements. Yang Shuo Ming saw that her purple satin clothes were torn and tattered, so he threw a piece of clothing stripped from the corpse towards her. She looked at the clothes for a moment, but didn't reach out to take them, letting them fall to the ground instead.

  Yang Shuo Ming noticed the disgust in her eyes and couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh as he walked up to her. Seeing Yang Shuo Ming approach, she immediately shrank back again, trying to get away from him.

  "Do you know where this is?" Yang Shuo Ming asked in a low voice.

  The woman looked at Yang Shuo Ming, her eyes as if looking at a monster, but still like a dumbbell, unwilling to speak. Yang Shuo Ming turned around with some depression, no longer paying attention to her, and instead observed the surrounding environment.

  At this time, the icon in Yang Shuo Ming's eyes began to flash rapidly again, displaying information continuously. Although he was surrounded by thick bushes, Yang Shuo Ming quickly figured out that he was now standing amidst the ruins of an ancient castle on a desolate mountain.

  Yang Shuo Ming is now in a low-lying area, not far from a sloping brick wall, with some remnants of houses and pavilions. Yang Shuo Ming carefully crouched down to the edge of the slope and looked out, soon seeing a small earthen fort in the distance, with what seemed to be several people on top.

  The elephant knew that Yang Shuo Ming wanted to see the situation clearly, and Yang Shuo Ming's eyes suddenly began to enlarge the image frantically. Yang Shuo Ming saw three people on the earthen fort, each holding a long spear, one of whom was carrying a large knife on his back, and another had a "buttstock" pistol at his waist that he had just captured.

  Yang Shuo Ming observed his surroundings again and quickly judged that he was now in a very large bandit den.

  Yang Shuo Ming's heart secretly cried out in distress as he thought about how he had inexplicably fallen into the bandits' lair. He made an effort to calm himself down and think of a way to escape the predicament.

  As Yang Shuo's brain spun rapidly, his eyes began to overflow with a constant stream of prompts, and all sorts of strange images flashed by.

  Soon, a map stopped and enlarged, and a winding path indicator line accurately appeared. Yang Shuoming thought of his experience playing "Crossfire" online and couldn't help but smile wryly.

  Yang Shuo Ming turned his head and looked at the woman again, as if he understood what she was going to do. The woman no longer hid there trembling like before, but stood up and made a gesture of following him.

  Yang Shuo Ming no longer looked at the disheveled and dirty-faced her, he took out the captured "buttstock" pistol and looked at it, with his movements, the crosshairs in his eyes were also constantly moving, as if searching for a target to shoot.

  Yang Shuo Ming thought for a moment and put the gun away, choosing a dagger as his first choice of self-defense weapon.

  Yang Shuo Ming had several good friends from his student days who became soldiers, one of whom managed a small arsenal. Thanks to him, Yang Shuo Ming learned how to use the "54" pistol and "81" semi-automatic rifle very early on - this was quite rare at the time, as ordinary people hardly ever got to touch guns, let alone military personnel, many of whom spent their time in the army growing vegetables and raising pigs without ever touching a gun. Based on his understanding of firearms, from the bullets collected now, they are all rifle bullets, and were made very crudely. This can be inferred that this homemade pistol firing rifle bullets has poor accuracy and reliability. Due to distrust of the homemade pistol's reliability and concerns about startling bandits with gunfire, Yang Shuo Ming still chose to use a knife.

  As a senior knife enthusiast in various online forums, Yang Shuoming and his friends have an extraordinary understanding of the application and use of various knives, as well as their proficiency level, which is far beyond ordinary people's imagination. This is also one of the reasons why he dares to be brave and righteous multiple times.

  Yang Shuo Ming finally determined his position and carefully set off, while the woman quietly followed him at a distance of several meters.

  After walking for a while, Yang Shuoming finally realized that this bandit den was not as simple as he had imagined.

  Just now, he was in a place with lower terrain. Only when he walked out of here did he see clearly that this was an elliptical large mountain crater with a radius of nearly a thousand meters. The surrounding area was filled with giant stones of strange shapes, all of which were bare and had no grass growing on them. These giant stones formed a natural barrier, and relying on these stone barriers, a wall over three meters high was built, with an earthen fortress every certain distance, and three or four people guarding it. There was only one exit in the south of the big crater, which was cut out at an angle to form a gate, and a solid gate tower was built with huge bluestone blocks, which could be said to be as strong as gold. What opened Yang Shuo Ming's eyes widely was that unlike the dirty and simple bandit dens depicted in many film and television works, this large mountain crater actually had well-built houses.

  Inside the mountain valley, there are seven interconnected courtyards with houses, various pavilions and towers, gardens and ponds, as well as ancestral temples. Although a building that resembles a scripture recitation hall has become dilapidated, its flying eaves and corner ridges remain intact, with some still hanging copper wind chimes that tinkle in the mountain breeze. However, in one corner of the building, there are piles of worn-out Buddhist niches, tables, incense burners, meditation mats, and green lamp holders, which clash with the surrounding elegant environment.

  Having seen the situation clearly, Yang Shuo Ming couldn't help but secretly sigh in his heart.

  Judging from the current situation, once the gate tower is closed, people outside cannot enter, and those inside also cannot leave.

  Perhaps the intense emotions had triggered Yang Shuo Ming's "super computer eyes" again, and his eyes began to flash with continuous streams of data and information, and various indicator cursors were also flashing non-stop.

  A three-dimensional topographic map floated before Yang Shuo Ming's eyes, apart from the route indication line leading to the fortress gate, another line surprisingly pointed underground!

  Yang Shuo Ming carefully looked at the map and found that this line was almost completely coincident with the water source line, and he suddenly realized.

  Yang Shaoming didn't have time to think much and followed the route indicated by the topographic map, soon he found the place where he was about to set off.

  There, suddenly appeared a huge ancient well.

  After verifying the depth of the ancient well shown on the topographic map, Yang Shuoming's forehead couldn't help but sweat.