It seems like it's "through"

  The girl was startled at first, seemingly puzzled as to why he suddenly lost his temper. She looked at him and shook her head gently, giving a negative expression.

  Yang Shuo Ming looked up at the sky and rolled his eyes, beckoning to her with a wave of his hand, indicating "let's go". The woman stood up silently, just like before, following him from a few meters behind.

  To avoid the pursuit of the bandits, Yang Shuo Ming took her into the woods. He observed his surroundings and based on what he saw, a topographic map of the terrain in this area appeared in his eyes, giving him hints about the best route to take.

  Yang Shaoming walked forward silently along the chosen route, occasionally swinging the machete in his hand to cut away the shrub branches that blocked their way. The woman followed closely behind him, constantly looking around cautiously, as if worried that bandits would appear at any moment.

  After walking for a long time, the surrounding trees became denser and the traces of mountain roads formed by human footsteps became increasingly blurred, but Yang Shuo Ming could still distinguish them, not to mention the information prompts in his eyes.

  Before long, by noon, the two arrived at a creek. Yang Shuo Ming felt hungry, probably due to the exhaustion from walking a long distance. He came to a narrow stream with grassy banks on both sides, bent down, and started catching fish according to the standard wilderness survival training he had learned.

  Hand fishing is the oldest method of fishing, requiring great patience and high skill. In such narrow streams with aquatic plants, there are often larger fish inhabiting, very suitable for hand fishing. Yang Shuo Ming crouched on the shore, slowly inserting his hands into the water, gradually adapting to the temperature of the stream after which he moved his hands as close as possible to the bottom of the water near the shore, lightly moving his fingers, soon he felt the fish swimming beside his hands.

  A large fish swimming against the current approached Yang Shuo Ming's hand, he felt the fish tail slipping over his own hand, he held his breath, his fingers slowly moved along the fish belly, suddenly grasped the fish gills, and with great effort pulled this big fish to the shore.

  Because the fish was so powerful, Yang Shuo Ming had a hard time controlling it and not letting it return to the water. At this moment, he felt an unusual gaze behind him and involuntarily turned his head to take a look.

  The woman sat on a rock with her knees clasped in her hands, staring at Yang Shuo Ming's movements with wide eyes and curiosity.

  It's possible that she didn't want to disturb Yang Shuo Ming while he was fishing, so at this time she didn't go into the stream to wash up. Her disheveled long hair covered half of her face, and Yang Shuo Ming still couldn't see her clearly. When she met Yang Shuo Ming's gaze, she looked a bit flustered and unconsciously turned her head to one side.

  Yang Shuo Ming refocused his energy on the fish in front of him, and after catching a few more, he pulled out his dagger, cut open the fish's throat, let out the blood, and gutted it. He removed the scales and innards, then whittled a few sharp branches to string up the cleaned fish.

  Seeing Yang Shuo Ming no longer fishing, the woman got up and came to the creek to simply wash her face. Yang Shuo Ming then focused on making a wooden bow for starting a fire.

  The woman, after washing her face, couldn't help but look back at Yang Shuo Ming again. When she saw him using a drill-like fireboard bow to ignite the fire, an unusual glint flashed in her eyes once more.

  For Yang Shuo Ming, these wilderness survival skills that he could see in the "Wilderness Survival Handbook" were nothing special. In high school, he loved adventure and dared to skip class with his friends to go on outdoor excursions, and when they returned, they still scored top grades on exams. In college, this kind of thing became routine.

  Yang Shuo Ming lit the bonfire and started roasting the fish on it. Soon, the fish was cooked, Yang Shuo Ming stood up and handed her the roasted fish meat. As he glanced at her face, he finally saw that she was a very beautiful girl.

  Yang Shuo Ming now simply didn't have the heart to ponder her appearance.

  Because he can now almost confirm that he has "crossed over", but where and what era he crossed over to, he is still not very clear.

  If those strangely dressed bandits and that peculiarly shaped "buttstock" handgun, as well as the girl in front of me wearing a "retro outfit", can't explain anything, then the signal expressed by that "Mauser 1888" rifle is clear enough.

  Yang Shuo Ming looked at the girl who was quietly eating fish over there, knowing that if he asked her now, he should get an accurate answer from her mouth, but he still held a thread of fantasy and didn't dare ask her.

  For Yang Shuo Ming, the transmigration genre was his favorite type of online literature. When he read these books, he often put himself in the story and gained satisfaction in his fantasies that he had never experienced in reality. But he had never thought about what to do when transmigration really happened to him.

  The mere thought of being alone and adrift in a completely unfamiliar environment, cut off from the world he once knew, made his heart constrict with anxiety.

  Suppressing the loneliness and loss in his heart, Yang Shuo Ming bit into the fish meat in his hand, his eyes involuntarily turning to that girl. Unlike him, who was eating with a savage appetite, she used her slender fingers to tear the fish meat into small pieces and put them into her mouth, her movements gentle and natural, exuding an air of elegance and refinement.

  Judging from what had happened before, Yang Shuoming could already tell that she was the daughter of a wealthy family who had been kidnapped by bandits and possibly because the ransom hadn't been paid, they were preparing to kill her and thought they'd take advantage of the situation beforehand, but didn't expect to run into someone like him.

  No matter what, it's always a good thing to meet a beauty after crossing over. It's just that this beauty is a bit too quiet. Because up until now, she still hasn't said a word to him.

  After finishing the fish and meat lunch, Yang Shuo Ming, who had lost interest in getting close to the girl, packed up his things, extinguished the bonfire with creek water, eliminated all traces, and continued on his way.

  After walking for about two more hours, the trees in the distance were no longer as dense as before, and the road ahead gradually became clearer. Yang Shaoming and the girl walked and rested, and soon, after crossing over two hills, a big road appeared in front of them.

  At this time, the sky was already somewhat late, and in the distance, houses and villages could be vaguely seen. When he saw these, Yang Shuo Ming felt that all the blood in his body began to rush towards his eyes, his breathing suddenly became urgent, and his feet involuntarily started sprinting.

  The house in front of him was not what he was familiar with!

  Yang Shuo Ming almost rushed into this seemingly large town like a madman, standing on a small stone bridge, turning around and staring with wide eyes, measuring this world that was both familiar and strange to him.

  The houses and shops on both sides of the street, the stone archway in the middle of the road, the horse-drawn carriages coming and going, the village houses in the distance, the rotating waterwheel, and the curious people passing by him, all seemed to have walked out of an old historical photograph.

  Yang Shuo Ming now doesn't need to ask others, he already knows that he is indeed in the world after crossing over.

  Just like he used to help people identify antiques, from the clothes of the people around him, he judged that it should be in the early years of the Republic of China. Of course, which specific year, he was still unsure.

  Yang Shuo Ming sat down on the stone steps of the small bridge with a somewhat dejected look, his eyes staring blankly at the beautifully carved lion heads on the bridge's balustrades and the dragon patterns engraved on the stone slabs, his face filled with a bitter smile.

  Not far from the small bridge, there is a stone monument with three large regular script characters "Shuanglong Town" written on it.

  Yang Shuo Ming made an effort to search in his mind for a town with this name, and his "other brain" also started spinning rapidly like a poisoned hard drive, giving out a large stack of answers. For a moment, various maps flew around in front of him. Yang Shuo Ming slapped his forehead with some annoyance, and the "answers" obediently all disappeared.

  After a while, the sky gradually darkened, and Yang Shouming gazed at the lights rising from every household. His restless mood slowly calmed down, and only then did he notice that the girl had not followed him.

  Yang Shuo Ming remembered that he and she might have parted ways at the town entrance. He recalled how he had run forward frantically, leaving her far behind as she was already exhausted from walking for a day. He couldn't help but feel a little apologetic. Just as he got up to look for her, he saw a group of sturdy men carrying crossbows and hunting guns appearing on the street, running towards him. Yang Shuo Ming noticed that they seemed to have ill intentions, so he instinctively touched the Mauser rifle on his back, but when he clearly saw that the man riding at the front was wearing a uniform similar to those worn by police in old photos, he thought for a moment and put his hand down.

  These people rushed onto the bridge, surrounding Yang Shuo Ming, and aimed at him with crossbows and hunting guns. Yang Shuo Ming calmly put down the Mauser rifle on his back, slightly opened his hands, and made a gesture of not wanting to fight.

  A sturdy man picked up the Mauser rifle and handed it to the horseback rider who looked like their leader. The latter took the rifle, examined it briefly, furrowed his brow slightly, and said, "Search him thoroughly to see if he has any other tricks."

  Two sturdy men roughly stepped forward and searched Yang Shuo Ming's body, taking out the "chopper" and shotgun as well as two daggers.

  Yang Shuo Ming did not resist, but carefully looked at the person riding on the horse.

  This was a dark, thin and sturdy man in his 30s, although not tall, he looked very lean. He looked at the things searched from Yang Shaoming's body, his eyebrows twisted into two black knots.