It rained heavily thirty miles outside Xianyang City.
The moment the lightning exploded, a black figure fell from the sky and slammed into the muddy official road. The rain washed away the strange armor on the man's body - it was not the Qin Army's standard armor. The streamlined black surface reflected a sheen that was neither gold nor iron in the lightning.
"In 2026 AD, the 'Time Anchor' experiment failed... Positioning deviation... Qin Dynasty..." A broken stream of information flashed through the man's mind.
His name is Chen Mo. He was supposed to be the chief expert of the National Institute of Space and Time, but now he has become an outcast of time and space who crashed two thousand two hundred years ago.
The sound of horse hooves could be heard in the mud.
Twelve black-armored Qin troops were escorting a four-wheeled bronze chariot that galloped over. The wheels dug deep ravines in the heavy rain. The black flag of the carriage rustled in the wind and rain, and the flag was embroidered with a ferocious black bird—the symbol of the Qin clan.
"There's an assassin!"
The commander of the Qin army shouted violently, and twelve Qin crossbows were cocked at the same time, and the arrowheads glowed coldly in the rain.
Chen Mo stood up with difficulty, and the "space-time adaptation system" in his mind was running wildly: [Ancient Chinese voiceprint detected... Loading ancient phonology database... Loading completed]
"I'm not an assassin -" Chen Mo said, speaking in pure Qin opera, "I came from the East China Sea, and I have a way to save Qin to offer to the king!"
The carriage curtain opened a corner.
A pair of eyes looking through the rain curtain, their gaze is like a hawk, like a sharp sword, it can still pierce people's hearts even in the dark night of heavy rain. With just one glance, Chen Meng knew the identity of the visitor—other than the King of Qin who would dominate the world ten years later, who else could have such a gaze?
