The Similar World

His head was throbbing and he fell from midair, rolling forward for almost ten meters due to the inertia.

Dizzy and disoriented, Wu Mei bit his tongue instinctively, the sharp pain helping him regain consciousness. He caught sight of a huge shadow rushing towards him from afar, with a giant horse-cutting knife slashing through the air.

The bloody light from the blade was terrifying and accompanied by a strong gust of wind.

With a twist of his body, Wu Mei rolled around like a donkey and a monkey, kicking his feet onto the wall of the corridor next to him, sliding on the smooth ground.

But even though he reacted quickly, the blade still grazed past him, leaving a one-foot-long blood mark on his back, and a cold sensation enveloped Wu Mei.

Flipping his body over and standing up, Wu Mei was on guard against the approaching religious executioner and a group of struggling zombies getting back up.

At this moment, the executioner pulled out the horse-cutting knife that had been embedded in the ground, staring at him with a pair of crimson eyes under his pointed hat, making Wu Mei unable to make any movements.

A black halo emanated from the executioner's body, and the pressure was almost twice as strong as before.

He slowly raised the horse-cutting knife, aiming it at Wu Mei.

Waves of death surged through Wu Mei's mind, and he felt that he would die in the next moment, no matter how hard he struggled.

Taking a deep breath, Wu Mei gathered all his strength, determined to make a final effort.

Just then, his body suddenly stiffened, and he found himself rapidly becoming transparent, and a flash of light appeared.

"I'm leaving this world."

"Oh no, why now? It's over."

The executioner seemed to notice something and his eyes gleamed with wickedness as he swung the horse-cutting knife towards Wu Mei.

The bloody light from the blade was terrifying, and Wu Mei looked on in despair, as if he could already see himself being cut open.

Just then, dozens of beams of light appeared behind the zombies and the executioner.

A terrifying scene appeared, with the beams of light resembling indestructible divine swords, breaking everything in their path, shimmering and changing like a kaleidoscope, freezing the entire space in that moment.

Then, the executioner and the dozen or so zombies were all reduced to tiny pieces. Even the horse-cutting knife that had fallen from midair shattered into countless pieces in an instant, splattering Wu Mei's face.

Looking ahead without knowing what happened, Wu Mei saw a girl in a red lo outfit standing there. She was surrounded by a dozen light ribbons, emanating a cold and mysterious aura. With black long hair, silver pupils, and skin as crystal-clear as jade, the beautiful girl appeared to be only 15 or 16 years old. Her gaze fell on Wu Mei, and he suddenly blacked out.

When Wu Mei woke up again, he felt a burning pain on his back. Alert, he quickly got up and looked around. He found himself in an alley. He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had returned to the main world. He looked at the butcher's knife in his hand and the blood all over his body, and bitterly smiled, "Looks like I have to take care of this before I can leave, otherwise I'll have to go to the police station."

Wu Mei's gaze fell on a drain nearby. He quickly took off his clothes, wrapped the butcher's knife, and put it down the drain before saying, "I'll come back for it next time."

He walked out of the alley and along the street, soon finding his way back home. But when he saw his home, he was stunned. "What the hell is this? How could my home be like this?"

With countless questions flashing through his mind, Wu Mei quickly calmed down, looking left and right. He sneaked into the small courtyard and saw a small garden with two-story buildings and clothes drying inside. After a careful search without alerting anyone, Wu Mei quickly left, taking a few pieces of clothes and wearing them. The wound on his back had stopped bleeding, but his face was very gloomy. "Something is very wrong here. This is not right. It feels like I've entered a parallel world."

Heart filled with doubts, he looked at the sky and the piercing pain from his wound, sighed: "Well, let's find a place to settle down and treat the injury first."

"But to settle down, I need money."

After thinking for a while, Wumei shook his head: "I have to do a one-time gig."

With a turn of his body, he headed towards the largest bar nearby. It was a place of revelry every night, and even though it was already 11 o'clock, there were still countless people slow-dancing and having a wild time inside.

Wumei quickly made a round inside and came out with a wallet in his arms. It was filled with dirty money, and he had no interest in it whatsoever.

He found a black hotel to stay in, a place that didn't require any identification.

After realizing that this world was not right, he knew that his previous identification might cause problems. To avoid trouble, he directly chose a hotel that did not require identification.

It was a quiet night, and the next day Wumei woke up. At this point, the knife wound on his back had completely scabbed over, and although there was still a stabbing pain, he had already recovered faster than an ordinary person would in ten days.

"Having a high constitution is really great, I can recover quickly from this kind of injury."

"In another four or five days, I'll be fully recovered."

After a brief calculation, Wumei judged his own recovery time.

"Next, I need to figure out what's going on in this world."

"The easiest way is through the internet."

He randomly found a black internet cafe, where he could use identification cards to pay. As long as he had money, everything could be solved.

Sitting in the internet cafe, Wumei began to search for various information online, with the most important being history.

Time passed second by second, and a day later, Wumei returned to his hotel with a mixed expression on his face.

"This world is Earth, and this is also China, but everything had a turning point a hundred years ago."

"At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, something happened that led the world into another era."

"The Ten Thousand Boxers' Rebellion."

"During that period, everyone practiced martial arts, martial arts schools were rampant, and there were countless experts all over the country. It was the most glorious and last era of martial arts."