lt;The misfortune of

Lin Haoran wanted to struggle against the little ghost's teasing, but his limbs were grabbed and yanked about like noodles, leaving him with no strength to resist. He could only sway along with the little ghost as it pushed him on a swing.,Villagers in homespun short shirts carried farm produce past him, casting sideways glances his way, their eyes twinkling with amusement. He could still hear the fading chatter of their conversation.,But after all, that was just theory. In reality, he had just locked the bathroom door with a click when an accident occurred, and he found himself transported to the Ming Dynasty during the Jiajing reign. Now, he stood dumbfounded on this bridge, full of historical charm, gazing at the flowing river...。