It was July in Hangzhou, and the sun was blazing.
Against the billowing heatwaves, Zhang Hong strode forward with heavy footsteps and rushed into the International Exhibition Center's entrance at lightning speed.
The air conditioning that greeted him made him shiver as he could not help but reveal a comfortable smile.
A 1.8m tall man with a body that weighed more than 100kg was known as the "Meat Mountain Demon". When Zhang Hong suddenly barged in, it gave the security guard in front of the security checkpoint a fright. His expression turned vigilant.
But before the security guard could do anything, Zhang Hong immediately handed over his identity card with a fawning smile.
The security guard carefully checked the card and after confirming that it was not fake, he resentfully waved his hand and let him pass.
The seventeenth Da Xia Comic Con was being held at the International Exhibition Center these few days. As the organizers were deliberately controlling the number of people entering the hall, there was a shortage of tickets. Hence, some otakus who failed to get tickets had madly forged documents in an attempt to sneak in.
The security guard had personally caught a few of them. They were all trash who called themselves Acer.
Zhang Hong, who looked like an Acer member but was actually an Acer member, successfully passed through the security checkpoint. The spacious main hall was right in front of him. He grabbed the SLR camera hanging in front of his chest and was so excited that he wanted to roar.
Ladies, this Demon King is coming!
Bam!
Zhang Hong, who had just taken a few steps forward, suddenly felt his vision turn black. He felt like he had slammed into a solid wall. He felt terrible!
Under the recoil of the collision, he staggered back a few steps. Thankfully, he did not fall to the ground.
The next moment, Zhang Hong saw the culprit who had caused him to hit the wall.
It was a tall man, even taller than the 1.8m Zhang Hong.
He was wearing a set of dark brown leather armor. The leather armor's surface was covered with deep and light scars. There were also dark red spots that looked like blood stains. It looked like he had just experienced a tragic battle.
The leather armor was wrapped around by a belt of the same material. A sheathed dagger and a silver wine flask were tied to his left and right waist. He was wearing trousers and leather boots that were covered in mud.
Zhang Hong, who had been overjoyed, was very annoyed. But when he saw the other party's attire, he was surprised.
He had seen too many cosplays in the country, but he had never seen such a special mercenary and adventurer cosplay. Although the equipment was very simple and not dazzling at all, it gave people a very strong sense of realism.
The question was, how did this person suddenly appear? There was clearly no one in front of him just now!
Just as Zhang Hong was sizing him up, he seemed to have sensed something and turned around to meet Zhang Hong's gaze.
The fat on Zhang Hong's body involuntarily trembled, and his anger instantly disappeared.
This tall man was about 30 years old. His hair was cut very short, like steel needles that were very dense. He had a wide forehead, a high nose, bright eyes, and a resolute face. Although he was not very handsome, he was very manly.
Instantly killing all the effeminate little fresh meats, such a man didn't even need to spend money to pick up girls, right?
Zhang Hong, who had a body full of fat, thought with an inferiority complex.
Then he heard the man say, "You, good."
Zhang Hong was stunned.
The other party's voice was quite low, and the strange thing was that the two words were very difficult to say, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.
He scratched his head and said, "Hello, I'm Zhang Hong, an intern reporter for the new comic. Gong Chang Zhang, Hong as in Fei Hong. I'm sorry for bumping into you just now. May I ask which character you are cosplaying?"
The man's mouth twitched, as if he was mocking himself, "My name is Zuo Yi, Zuo as in left and right, Yi as in perseverance."
This time he spoke much more fluently.
"Uh, Mr. Zuo, hello …"
Zhang Hong was almost scratching his scalp. He felt that his body had become very stiff standing in front of the other party, and his mouth was no longer nimble. His usual quick-wittedness was gone, and he was so cautious that it could kill him.
Zuo Yi smiled, his eyes left Zhang Hong and swept across the hall of the International Exhibition Center.
The main hall was very lively. Cosplayers in strange clothes walked among the crowd, stroking their hair coquettishly and receiving the attention of the audience and the flash of the camera. Elves, fairies, orcs, monsters, Iron Man, traps …
It made the place look very magical.
His eyes finally fixed on the banners hanging from the dome of the hall: 2019 Da Xia International Comic Con!
2019, Da Xia!
Zuo Yi's eyes flashed with a hint of disbelief.
The memories of the past few days were still vivid in his mind, and it also made him doubt what he saw in front of him was real.
Three days ago, after many years of wandering in the world of Sadeya, Zuo Yi returned to the starting point of his first transmigration to Sadeya — Thorn Town at the edge of the Black Mountain Forest. He happened to run into the Abyssal Demon Army that invaded the surface.
In order to cover the town's retreat, he guarded the outpost fortress alone and engaged in a fierce battle with countless demons. He also broke through to the Sacred Level and finally fought with the Lord of the Ninth Floor of the Abyss, the Demon Army Commander Saul outside Thorn Town.
Relying on the power of the Sacred Realm condensed from the beliefs of the eight great virtues, Zuo Yi severely injured Saul, who was known as the "Demon Witch King." However, he was also hit by the "Great Banishing Spell" that Saul cast at the cost of his last life, and was then forcefully pulled into the space turbulence.
But now, he was standing here!
Was it an illusion?
Zuo Yi instantly rejected this idea.
Even in the high-dimensional world of Sadeya, when he was still in the Legendary Level, Edith, who was known as the strongest Psionic Wizard, could not break through his iron wall of willpower.
Not to mention that Zuo Yi was now a Paladin.
Illusion? It did not exist!
Since it was not an illusion, then he had really returned. After transmigrating to the world of Sadeya for 30 years, he had returned to his homeland, to the world that gave birth to him and raised him, to the world that truly belonged to him!
At this moment, Zuo Yi wanted to laugh out loud.
How many years had it been? He once thought that he would never be able to return to this world that he yearned for day and night. He never thought that in the end, he would be sent back by his strongest enemy at the cost of his life.
Saul was simply a northeasterner in the abyss!
What made Zuo Yi feel somewhat incredulous was that he had only left for three years.
Although in the multiverse, the time in different planes and worlds was different, the difference of ten times between the high-dimensional world of Sadeya and the low-dimensional world of Bluestar was inconceivable.
Zuo Yi did not dwell on this problem. The multiverse had countless planes and endless mysteries. Saints could spend their entire lives trying to understand even one of the trillions of mysteries. Ordinary people who thought too much were completely masochistic.
What he wanted most now was to go home!
"Reporter Zhang …"
Zuo Yi retracted his gaze. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and said to Zhang Hong who was still standing in front of him, "Can I borrow your phone to make a call?"
When he first transmigrated to the world of Sadeya, Zuo Yi carried a lot of things with him. There was a backpack, a mobile phone, a wallet, a passport, an ID card, and so on. Now, these things that belonged to the Blue Star World had long been destroyed and no longer existed.
However, Zuo Yi still felt very lucky. In just three years, he would not be estranged from the Blue Star World.
"Oh, oh, okay."
Zhang Hong came back to his senses and hurriedly took out his mobile phone. After unlocking it with his fingerprint, he handed it to Zuo Yi.
Zuo Yi said "thank you" and took it.
This mobile phone was not much worse than the one he used in the past. Zuo Yi was also familiar with the system. He entered a number and dialed it.
"The number you have dialed has been turned off …"
The voice from the phone disappointed Zuo Yi. He originally wanted to contact his friend who lived in downtown Hangzhou to pick him up, but he did not expect that this guy's phone was turned off.
Forget it. Zuo Yi returned the phone to Zhang Hong, "Thanks."
After that, he strode toward the door and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Hong, who was left in the same place, held the phone in a daze. He felt like he was in a dream. It was very unreal.
… …
Walking out of the International Exhibition Center, the hot sun shone on Zuo Yi's face, making him squint slightly.
Zuo Yi's home was not in downtown Hangzhou. He had always lived in Linjiang Town on the other side of the Qianjiang River, which was more than ten kilometers away from here.
With his walking speed, it was easy to walk home. If he was not afraid of being discovered, it would be even easier to fly home.
However, Zuo Yi did not use either method. Instead, he found a jewelry store near the International Exhibition Center.
The International Exhibition Center was located in the most prosperous area of downtown Hangzhou. The surrounding commercial facilities were very complete. The jewelry store's facade was quite stylish. The two beautiful ladies at the door saw Zuo Yi dressed in otherworldly attire. They did not show any disgust or disgust. Instead, they bowed and said, "Welcome to Jinyu Fu Jewelry!"
One of the ladies asked politely, "Sir, what can I do for you?"
Zuo Yi asked, "Do you recycle gold here?"
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