When Guo Wuming woke up, there was a lot of noise in his ears. She opened her eyes and saw light. The floor in front of me was smooth and slippery, and I didn’t know what kind of stone it was made of. Not far away, on a low stage covered with red carpet, a strangely dressed woman held a short black stick in her hand and spoke something quickly. The sound carried far away, but was harsh. I guess it's not due to internal force. She was afraid that it was caused by something she didn't know about.
Behind the woman, there were several groups of people standing in groups of twos and threes. They should be of foreign races. Their hair color and eye color are different from ordinary people, and their clothes are also strange. Some people wore robes similar to their own, and some wore shining armor made of unknown metal. There were also one or two women who were wearing scantily clad clothes, with their arms, waist, and legs exposed, but their bodies were not very graceful.
Selling slaves? Guo Wuming guessed in his mind, but still didn't move. The gold needle has reached the fingertips. No matter what environment she is in, she remains alert, not to mention that now, she has no idea where she is.
There was a new group of people on the stage, but those who were there before were obviously not sold, but just got off the stage and stood beside them. Now those people go up and divide into two sides. The sound of music played by unknown instruments came from somewhere, deafening. They displayed their weapons to the music and did not encounter each other, but they also caused some of the other party's people to fall to the ground. Some have weapons like swords, while others have shields or hammers. I don’t know what it is made of, but I can see the colorful brilliance on it, shining on the armor. There was a group of spectators around the stage, all dressed in the same strange costumes, resembling peasants, all wearing short clothes, and the woman even showed her long arms and legs, cheering from time to time. Each of them held a square utensil in their hands and pointed it at the stage, not knowing what they were doing.
Wuming was shocked. I have never seen such a weapon before, and it seems difficult to deal with just by looking at the surface. It's too far away and I don't know how powerful it is. But at this time, I haven't figured out the situation at all, so it is better to leave the place of right and wrong first.
Wuming stood up and was about to leave, but suddenly another group of people rushed in not far away. All in robes. Men wear hats and women wear buns. Clothing and grooming are very different from age. Guo Wuming thought to himself, the dressing habits here are very strange, what is going on? They walked by, gave Wuming a friendly smile, and moved on. Someone has quickly rushed to the audience, taking out square objects and pointing them at the stage. Some people are standing somewhere in groups of three or two, poking their cheeks with one hand, fist, or finger, and shouting "Night!" Set your mind and then continue walking around the place.
Wuming hesitated. Before deciding whether to stay or go, two girls came not far away. Wearing shorts and shorts that exposed their arms and legs, they squirmed and pulled closer to Wuming. As they moved closer, they blushed and asked, "Sister, can we take a photo?"
Wuming didn't know what "taking a photo" meant, but it seemed that the two of them had no ill intentions. She put the golden needle between her fingers back into her sleeve pocket and nodded. The two girls stood on either side, one on the left and the other on the right. One of them took out a square iron object, fiddled with it twice and lifted it up. The three of them were actually reflected on it like a mirror! The two girls raised their heads, pouted, opened their eyes wide, and poked their cheeks with their fingers. Seeing this, Wuming followed suit, pouting, opening his eyes, and poking his cheeks. After saying "night", Comrade Guo Wuming's first photo in modern times has been preserved in such a funny form.
Wuming spent the next hour in this way. At first, she would look at the iron block pouting and poking her cheeks every time someone said, "Take a picture." Later, she discovered that when she said "Take a picture" with a blank expression or a hint of murderous intent, the picture on the iron block would appear. It makes those people even more happy. So she simply faced those people with a blank expression. Many people asked her for their "WeChat ID" or "scan", but she always looked at them with a cold and murderous look. Instead of scaring them, this scene attracted more people.
During the discussion among the people around her, Wuming learned that the place where she was was called the "Cultural Center" and that everyone was participating in the "Kaosipule". Those young people who also wear long robes come from different "Hanfu clubs". Wuming guessed that this was probably an organization wearing robes. Because more than one wave of young people came over to ask where their robes came from and invited themselves to join their organization.
Wuming also understood that the square iron block should be a communication device. You can talk to others through it. It's just that Wuming hasn't fully understood the portrait function yet.
Wuming already knew at this time that he was afraid that he was coming to a brand new place. This place is very different from Tianrong Kingdom. Except that I can understand the language and understand most of the text, I know nothing else.
Wuming knew that he had to get familiar with this place as soon as possible. If his identity is discovered, he will definitely be noticed. Wuming didn't want to think deeply about what it would bring. He knew it would definitely not be a good thing.
Wuming remained calm, observing and capturing the crowd. Unfortunately, people dispersed after only about an hour. It seemed that the time to rent the venue for the event had come and the "Cultural Center" staff needed to clear the venue.
Wuming picked up the medicine box and walked slowly behind the person. As independent as she was for a while, she didn't know what to do. Wuming secretly laughed in his heart. Tianrong's number one poisonous holy doctor had fallen into such a situation. I wonder if Master Quanxia would crawl out of his grave and laugh at her.
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This is my first time writing an article. I have a lot to say. Finally, I put it into one sentence. I will write it slowly and you will read it slowly.