A cold wind blew, and he shivered involuntarily, hurriedly opening his suitcase and starting to put on more clothes.

He didn’t need to wear his thermal underwear for now; just putting on a thick jacket and long pants was already quite warm. Then he glanced around and took another look at the mark on his left wrist.

Sure enough, the mark was now very, very faint—seemingly even lighter than after he first grasped the grass. In other words, if he didn’t recharge, he wouldn’t be able to enter the space again next time—whether it was here or the QQ Farm space.

It seemed that bringing some supplies in this time had consumed quite a bit of energy.

So, it was necessary to establish a quantitative measure for the energy required to bring supplies in!

The next moment, Jason Ford shook his head. He couldn’t worry about that for now. What he needed to do most was to patiently scout the surroundings and not waste the effort it took to get in this time.

He spent more than two hours walking around the village but didn’t find any living creatures.

He picked a spot sheltered from the wind and started changing clothes, putting on his thermal underwear, with the thick jacket and long pants on the outside.

He waited until the sun had set before attempting to enter the village, and then spent another four or five hours walking through the entire place.

There really were no living creatures in the village, but he did come across some scattered bones, which looked human.

He even found a skull in a shallow pit, with clear bite marks on it.

Jason Ford wasn’t exactly timid, and this time he’d come to seek out adventure, but even so, stumbling upon a skull in the wild in the middle of the night was enough to make him tremble all over and feel utterly shaken for a while.

Originally, he’d brought a thin towel blanket, planning to spend the night here in case of emergency. But now it seemed the outdoors was much colder than he’d imagined, and the towel blanket could hardly keep out the cold.

Not to mention, there were several human skeletons nearby. Who could sleep in such a situation? You’d need nerves of steel.

Even if Jason Ford’s nerves were a bit stronger than average, he was still just a normal person.

He didn’t know how long he endured—it felt like an entire century—but finally the sun rose. When he saw the first streak of red in the sky, Jason Ford couldn’t help but burst into tears.

Damn, you finally showed up. If you hadn’t, I really wouldn’t have made it!

He’d already eaten all the chocolate he’d brought. As for water, he hadn’t drunk much—he hadn’t even finished a 1.25-liter bottle of mineral water. The water was just too cold; it chilled his teeth and made his body shiver when he swallowed it.

Next time he came in, he’d definitely have to prepare plenty of supplies!

With the sun up, the temperature quickly rose. Jason Ford stretched a bit and began his final search around the village.

He searched and searched but didn’t find anything meaningful. There were some shards of clay pots and coarse porcelain bowls, but those things… probably wouldn’t fetch much money.

Even a bit of silver… or some copper coins would be nice. At least then this trip wouldn’t have been for nothing.

Still, he didn’t come away empty-handed. On a broken wall, he found two drawings: a portrait of a person, and another of an animal that looked like a rabbit.

The drawings weren’t very good, done with charcoal sticks. In the eyes of Jason Ford, who had studied sketching, they weren’t much better than a child’s doodles.

But from the person in the drawing, he could still tell that the clothing style here was roughly from the Ming Dynasty—the upper and lower garments were separate, and the lapels crossed to the right.

“Did I time travel?” Jason Ford stroked his chin, frowning in thought.

Then he found a broken stone tablet with shallow writing on it, somewhat resembling traditional Chinese characters, but not quite.

Even if he really had time traveled, Jason Ford wasn’t afraid. He sat on a stone block, thinking. After all, he could go back—this was a two-way door.

He just didn’t know what dynasty this was. If it was the late Ming, that would be perfect.

Liu Rushi, Dong Xiaowan, Chen Yuanyuan, Bian Yujing… he’d have to meet them all, absolutely.

Alright, maybe he was getting ahead of himself. Jason Ford looked around. He was planning to leave, and who knew when he’d be back next time, so he needed to take a careful look around to avoid missing anything.

The next moment, he vaguely felt that something was off. He raised his left hand to check—the mark on his wrist was now almost invisible.

But why… did it feel a bit warm?

Jason Ford raised his right hand to touch his left wrist, and sure enough, the spot with the mark was a little warm.

Very quickly, he found the source of the heat—it was the stone block he was sitting on.

When his left hand touched the stone block, the warmth at the mark increased.

There was something wrong with this stone block!

The stone block wasn’t big, about a foot square and a foot and a half high, with about half a foot already sunk into the ground.

Jason Ford spent nearly half an hour digging the stone block out. He tried to lift it, but couldn’t—it must have weighed three or four hundred jin.

He was sure that something this heavy couldn’t be brought back to the real world. Whether he could lift it or not was one thing, but he definitely didn’t have enough energy to take it out.