The setting sun was red, and the small prison window shone into the cell through the hanging high, making it look particularly sad.

It had just been a light rain outside, and the gentle spring breeze blew in with a hint of turbidity, blowing away the mold and stench that filled the cell, throwing the vitality of spring into the dull cell.

Squeak!

A harsh sound rang in the groggy Wu Hao's ears. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the prison room in front of him again.

However, about ten square meters in size, some dead grass was piled up against the earthen wall, and Wu Hao's new body lay weakly on it.

Yes, it's a new body! At least in Wu Hao's memory that seemed chaotic, the body where his soul is now is not the original one! This matter was too strange, so Wu Hao didn't notice that someone had already walked into his cell...

Two men wearing round neck robes, blond heads, and flowers on their temples came in. The light in the cell was too dark to see their appearance. One of the men walked to the groggy Wu Hao, squatted down, reached out to touch his nostrils. Then he used an accent that seemed very strange but Wu Hao could understand, and said to the other person: "Official Chen, Wu Haogu is alive."

The man, known as Chen Daguan, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, okay, just live... Wang Aisi, didn't expect this guy to be so timid, and he could even be scared to death."

"What the great official said is, do you still need to continue to be detained?"

"What does he do? If he dies again, who will find what the nobleman wants? His brother doesn't know very well, and he is a student of the family, so it's not easy to fiddle with. Besides, there are rules for calligraphy and painting business, and we can't do it too much..."

Chen Daren suddenly raised his voice and snorted: "There are treasures and treasures, and those with virtue are here! What kind of virtue do their surname Wu have? They deserve to take those treasures? If you don't hand them over, your Wu family's suffering has just begun!"

Treasure? What treasure?

Wu Hao, in a daze, searched in the messy memory fragments in his mind and found a lot of precious information about calligraphy and painting, including Wu Zongyuan, Huang Juli, Huang Juli, Cui Bai, Guo Xi, Li Tang, Mi Fu and Huang Tingjian, all seem to be authentic!

And... these babies are really from their own home?

How could there be such a ridiculous memory? These treasures may not be able to be collected in the Palace Museum, how could one own your own family?

If there is really, I am a rich and handsome man, and I will work overtime every day and night to draw pictures, but when I drive home...

No!

Didn’t it be that the car was overturned? Wu Hao remembered that he worked overtime at the game production company to draw the original picture. He worked hard until late at night before driving home. Perhaps because he was too tired, he overturned the car on the road!

Wu Hao struggled to hold his neck up and looked around. It was definitely not a hospital... Why did he look like a prison cell?

Did you get caught if you overturned your car and violated traffic regulations? Even if you were arrested, the cell was a little too broken?

When Wu Hao was just in a daze, the man called Wang Aishi spoke again. This time, he seemed to be talking to Wu Hao: "Wu Dalang, don't pretend to be dead, get up quickly, I'll let you out today."

Wu Dalang? And Wu Song...

Thinking of the name "Wu Dalang", another incredible idea popped up in Wu Hao's mind - he was actually Wu Dalang!

However, Wu Dalang, who is not a seller of cooked cakes, seems to be not short. He is Wu Dalang, the young master of Wu Family Painting Chai on Panlou Street, Kaifeng Prefecture. Dalang is naturally not a big name. His name is Haogu, and there is also a font called Chongdao.

What's going on? Are you dreaming?

What made Wu Hao feel even more like in his dream was that the memories in his mind told him that it was not the 21st century now, but the first year of the Song and Yuan Fu in the Zhao family!

He is not the original painter in the game production industry in the 21st century, but a calligraphy and painting merchant in Kaifeng Prefecture at the foot of Emperor Zhezong of the Song Dynasty. It seems that because of a rare treasure he himself did not know that he was unable to fall into trouble, he was arrested and taken to the Kaifeng Prefecture Prison. As a result, he had never seen any storms. Wu Dalang, who was born with a timidity, was frightened in the prison and died...

Then, Wu Hao's soul somehow entered this body.

What is this? Wu Hao thought to himself, is it because the soul traveled through time?
Chapter completed!