The Proficiency of the Republic of China Became a God 1

A story about unlucky guys who traveled from modern times to the Republic of China and grew up after awakening to the talent that practice makes perfect. ,,,,,,,,,,,, I was woken up by a terrible headache. It felt like someone was poking at my brain with a broken chisel, with a buzzing sound that made my stomach churn with nausea. "Water... Mobile phone..." I didn't even open my eyes, so I habitually touched the bedside, hoping to touch my cold, slippery mobile phone case. As a result, what the fingers touched was a rough, rough, and burred wood edge. Um? That's not right! I opened my eyes suddenly, and my eyelids were so heavy that they seemed to be stuck, and it took a lot of effort to open them. My vision was blurry at first, and it took a while before I could barely see clearly. Above the head are the dark beams, with a few strands of spider webs hanging on them, swaying gently in the breeze that comes from nowhere. An indescribable smell went straight to my nose—a smell of earth, a musty smell of rotting old wood, and a bit of the smoke from burning firewood. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.