A trip to the second dimension

"Get up, get up, what are you doing standing still! Get up quickly!"

Jackie Chan's ears moved and he heard a burst of shouts and curses coming from around him.

Before he could turn around, Jackie Chan suddenly felt like he was kicked hard, and then someone grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up, making him kneel on the ground.

"Hey, there is another one pretending to be dead here. His hair is so short, he has committed crimes before."

After barely regaining consciousness, Jackie Chan was still kneeling on the ground, listening to the voice of the person behind him, but he felt even more confused.

What's going on?

Am I not still in the Disha Temple in India?

By the way, it seemed that the treasure box was opened at that time, and then the light flashed, and I came here.

As his mind gradually came to his senses, Jackie Chan slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly he felt a dazzling sunlight coming through, causing him to close his eyes quickly.

"Hey! Get up quickly! You still want to be lazy, don't you?"

Without giving Jackie Chan any time to think, he just heard a "pop" sound, and Jackie Chan suddenly felt a burning pain in his back.

That was when he was whipped.

"Get up quickly, hurry up, or they will really beat you to death."

A thin man next to him pulled Jackie Chan, then shrank away and walked forward with the team next to him.

He was pulled up and pushed roughly by the soldiers behind him. Although he still didn't know what the situation was now, Jackie Chan also knew his best choice at this time, so he would obediently follow the team forward, and then Slowly figure out the current situation.

As the steps moved, there was a "clattering" sound of iron chains on his hands and feet.

At this time, Jackie Chan discovered that he was handcuffed and shackled.

In the blink of an eye, he became a prisoner. Jackie Chan suddenly turned into a bitter face: "Unlucky..."

"Isn't that right? Those soldiers just saw you fainting and handcuffed you right away. Now you have to do corvee service with us and go to the border to build the Great Wall."

A man walking next to Jackie Chan casually said this to Jackie Chan.

"Doing corvee service? Building the Great Wall?"

Jackie Chan was stunned when he heard this. He looked at the man with long hair and wearing linen clothes, and then looked at the groups of fully armed ancient soldiers next to him. He seemed to realize something, and he approached the man and asked in a low voice. Said: "Brother, what dynasty is it now?"

The man who was being questioned looked at Jackie Chan in confusion, but still replied: "Of course it is the Qin Dynasty. I said you are not the kind of lunatic who wants to restore the country, are you?"

Saying this, the man looked at Jackie Chan's short hair and seemed to be afraid of being associated with Jackie Chan. He quickly quickened his pace and put some distance between himself and Jackie Chan.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! If you don't get there by then, none of you will have dinner!"

The soldiers on both sides waved their whips and shouted loudly.

But in today's desert environment, it also seems a bit weak.

Although the civil servants like Jackie Chan marched forward with handcuffs and shackles, each of these soldiers also wore more than ten or twenty kilograms of armor. Compared to Jackie Chan and others, it was equally uncomfortable to travel in the desert under the scorching sun.

No wonder he would hit and scold the officials as if to let out his anger.

Jackie Chan's physical fitness is very strong, and he has just traveled through time, so he did not consume too much energy.

At this time, you can easily walk among the teams, observe the surrounding environment, and think about what to do next.

Jackie Chan still has some confidence in whether he can go back.

After all, the dimensional chat room is still there, and Jackie Chan can still contact Hope and them at any time, so he is not too worried.

What really worries him now is that his time travel seems to be because of the opened treasure box.

If my memory is correct, besides myself, the cook named Gao Yao seems to have been brought along by the treasure box through time.

In any case, this is also my responsibility.

Although the treasure box was not triggered by himself, he is a traveler in the same world.

I still have to find a way to find the other person, and then take the other person back through time together.

However, he had been walking in this desert for an afternoon. Jackie Chan looked around and looked at the advancing team, but he still didn't see Gao Yao, and he didn't know what his situation was now.

If you are unfamiliar with the place, or in a dynasty like the Qin Dynasty, without a household registration certificate in this world, as a wandering person, it is really easy for you to be randomly picked up and used as a corvee like yourself.

Gao Yao was just a cook, and if he was asked to do the hard work, Jackie Chan was really afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on for long before he would collapse.

"Okay, we're at the place. You guys go over there to have a rest and have something to eat later. We'll start working tomorrow."

Finally, at almost sunset, a long group of corvee teams finally arrived at their destination.

Along the way, many people couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.

After being whipped several times by the soldiers, he still didn't get up. Then, he was thrown directly on the roadside. The team continued to move forward without even burying a body.

Such cruel scenes still make Jackie Chan, who comes from modern society, feel very uncomfortable.

If it weren't for meeting Xiwang and traveling with Xiwang several times, Jackie Chan probably wouldn't have adapted to the fact that he had traveled through time so quickly as he did now.

He lined up to take a ceramic bowl, and took some thin rice and a flatbread with the other laborers in front of him, and then sat down under a shed next to him.

After walking for such a long time, Jackie Chan was thirsty and hungry, but as a corvée, they could only eat these things every day.

It was not enough to eat.

He raised the bowl and smelled it, and suddenly a strange smell came from it. The flatbread in his hand was dry and hard.

Jackie Chan looked around, and the group of laborers ate very happily, obviously not picky.

Sighing, Jackie Chan could only bite a piece of flatbread hard and chew it hard. As for the thin rice in the bowl that already had a sour smell, he didn't want to touch it at all.

After a while, Jackie Chan took a lot of effort to finish the flatbread, but he didn't touch the thin rice at all.

Seeing this, the thin man who had first spoken to Jackie Chan came over and pointed at the ceramic bowl in his hand and asked, "You don't want to eat it?"

Jackie Chan shook his head.

"Then can you give it to me?"

The man asked again.

Jackie Chan handed over the ceramic bowl without thinking.

Seeing Jackie Chan handing over the thin rice, the man smiled happily and quickly took it with both hands, not caring about the taste at all, and started to eat it with his head tilted back.

After finishing, he licked all the rice grains with his tongue, leaving nothing behind.