The three farmers reacted immediately. Their wives and children were in the bedrooms-how could they let the Water Monkey inside?
A middle-aged man immediately swung the carrying pole in his hands hard, knocking He Suoyi to the ground.
The other two raised their hoes, ready to swing down and end his life.
But He Suoyi had a lifetime of fighting experience. How could he let a few farmers slaughter him?
He rolled across the ground, dodging the deadly strike of a hoe. Rather than keep fighting, he reached out and overturned a table.
The table blocked the men and noticeably slowed them down. He Suoyi seized the chance to slip into the little room.
"Good heavens! Stop him!" the farmers shouted.
Du Yu gritted his teeth in fury and chased after him, cursing.
As soon as he pushed open the door, the scene before him changed again. He found himself in a mist-shrouded mountain valley filled with countless low houses, cooking smoke rising from every household.
Many people in plain cloth clothes walked among them, but He Suoyi was nowhere to be seen.
"Good heavens! What the heck is this?!" A roar erupted behind Du Yu, giving him a terrible fright.
Du Yu turned and discovered that one of the farmers had actually followed him through the spacetime rift. Dressed in a shabby Mao suit, he held his carrying pole in trembling hands.
"Huh?" Du Yu froze. "Wasn't this mess complicated enough already...? Sir, how did you get here?"
"Young man... what's happened?" the farmer asked shakily. "How'd my home turn into this? Did I run into some great spirit?"
Du Yu's eyes shifted, and he said slowly, "It's all right, sir. This is all that Water Monkey's doing. As long as we kill him, everything will be fine!"
"Kill