“Oh, then wait a moment, I don’t know many people myself, so I need to ask my wife.” After John Archer finished speaking, he turned toward the house and called out, “Wife, come out and meet our guest.”

William Dawson looked curiously inside the house. He thought to himself that he should have read the script in advance—so John Archer actually has a wife?

In the blink of an eye, a faint fragrance drifted over. Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, an exceptionally beautiful woman lifted the curtain and walked in from the back room.

“I am Helen Archer, greetings, brother.”

The woman bowed in greeting, and in that brief moment, William Dawson was utterly stunned. In this era without skincare or cosmetics, how could there be such a beautiful woman in the world?

On that flawless, fair face were two slender brows, and beneath them, sleepy almond-shaped eyes. Her jet-black, glossy hair hung neatly down. She was truly the kind of woman who could make anyone’s heart flutter at first sight.

“Husband, why did you call for me?”

John smiled and said, “Wife, this brother Robert Grant seems to have come from far away looking for someone. I don’t know many people, so I called you out to help.”

“I see. If you’re looking for someone, please tell me, brother. I know everyone in this village.”

It took William Dawson quite some effort to snap out of it. He finally moved his gaze away from Helen Archer’s face, composed himself, and slowly said, “I… am looking for someone who can shoot down the sun.”

As soon as he said this, the expressions of John Archer and his wife visibly changed.

John Archer immediately stood up, quickly walked to the door and closed it, then returned and respectfully said to William Dawson, “Brother Robert Grant, such astonishing words—could it be that you are an immortal?”

William Dawson shook his head. “No, I’m just a mortal.”

After saying this, William Dawson felt a bit puzzled. Why was their first reaction to “shooting down the sun” to think “this person is an immortal”? Shouldn’t a normal person’s first reaction be “this guy is an idiot”?

Hearing William Dawson’s words, John Archer shook his head and said, “Sigh, then you must be joking, brother. We are both mortals—how could we discuss something like shooting down the sun?”

Looking at the couple, William Dawson thought for a moment and said, “I may not be an immortal, but I do have some skills. And the person I’m looking for is called John—John can shoot down nine suns.”

“Me?”

John Archer’s eyes widened in shock, and he glanced at Helen Archer.

“Brother Robert Grant, you must be joking. Tell me, there are ten suns in the sky—how am I supposed to shoot them down? With what?”

The words “with a bow and arrow” were stuck in William Dawson’s throat—he just couldn’t say them. After all, those are ten suns.

John Archer once shot down nine suns with a bow and arrow—in a legend, that sounds natural. But when ten suns are right there before your eyes, it’s impossible to say such a thing out loud.

“Sigh…” William Dawson sighed. He didn’t know what to do either.

“Brother Robert Grant, you must be exhausted from your long journey. If you don’t mind, why not rest here for the night?”

This was truly the worst possible start. William Dawson understood that John Archer still thought he was a fool.

But what could he do about it?

William Dawson couldn’t leave John Archer; he didn’t have much time left.

“If I could stay for the night… that would be wonderful,” William Dawson said, thick-skinned.

“Don’t be shy.” John Archer patted William Dawson on the shoulder and led him to the side room.

“You can rest here tonight,” John Archer said as he tidied up a bit, though the room was already very clean—clearly, the lady of the house was very diligent.

“By the way,” William Dawson looked at Helen Archer and asked, “is there anyone in this village besides John Archer who is called John Archer?”

William Dawson thought he might have jumped to conclusions. Just because he saw this man on the screen didn’t necessarily mean he was the protagonist—maybe the real protagonist was someone else.

Helen Archer bowed and replied slowly to William Dawson, “I am but a humble woman, but in all the nearby villages, I do not know of any man named ‘John Archer’.”

“Is that so… I see…”

Alone in the side room, William Dawson didn’t know whether it was day or night.

Lowering his head, William Dawson felt the small, tattered pouch at his waist.

“Heh, a time-travel starter pack.” With a cold laugh, William Dawson opened the so-called starter pack.

There were two jars, each with a handwritten label: “Fighting Buddha Sun Wukong” and “Prime Minister Wolong Zhuge Kongming.”

“They’re just ordinary glass jars…”

The most ridiculous part was that when he turned them over, he could see instructions on the bottom:

“Please consume before the expiration date.”

William Dawson tossed the jars aside and saw a stack of papers.

On these papers were many versions of John Archer shooting down the suns. William Dawson was about to study them when he found there was something else in the pouch.

“What’s this?”

A stack of very old yellow paper, with red cinnabar patterns drawn on it.

“These are talismans.”

Suddenly, Charles Cooper’s voice sounded in his ear, startling William Dawson.

“Come on, Charles sis, can you not scare me like that?”

“My job is to keep an eye on you and answer your questions.”