[Current world: The Other Side·Jiazi Zero Zero···(omitted) World No. 1.
Current region: Great Britain·Hong Kong.
Current era: 1934.
Current time: October 8, 8:31.
Current identity: Xi Ni, a musician at Tai Ping Theater in Shek Tong Tsui.
You have inherited the skills and talents of Xizi (only inherited in this world, and can be retained by returning to the boundary wall to consume tokens later).
Inherited skills (talents) are as follows.
Skills·Pipa playing: Grandmaster level, just one step away from becoming a master; familiar with various pipa repertoire and trustworthy.
Skills·Instrument Restoration and Tuning: As the name suggests, he is very good at repairing and tuning all kinds of musical instruments.
Skills·Self-created pipa music - "Jade Plate Scattered Light" (unfinished): The sound of the music generated by Xiyazi's exposure to the fluctuations of consciousness in another world in his dream is not magical, but it has potential.
Talent: Requiem: Xiya can see things that ordinary people cannot see, and he can also use his talent to appease these invisible things through musical instruments.
Note: Xiyou's skills and talents can be sublimated and attuned, but only after you have completely inherited them. Simply put, they cannot be attuned and sublimated now. 】
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[The walking events are as follows:
Event ①——Transfer: Please use the Requiem talent to transmute the obsession of ghosts. (0/3)
Event ②——Behead: Kill those evil spirits who deserve to die again. (0/3)
Event ③——Jade Plate Scattered Light: Please complete "Jade Plate Scattered Light".
I have given you the events that need to be completed, and you can discover the other events by yourself. In this era, there are many things that are difficult to reconcile and unjust.
The maximum time you can spend in this dungeon is sixty days. Please pay attention to the time when walking. Today is considered the second day.
Tip: The other side of the world will have a special way of 'presenting' certain things, just like watching a movie. You have discovered it. In addition, I am watching you with the three-stone-painted Saha. Come on, Lord Walking. When you come back you will find that I have a new look. 】
"1934..." Qin Xiya murmured, with mixed feelings in his heart. He sighed softly, and finally continued to wipe the pipa. This habit seemed to have been inherited.
After browsing the panel, he closed it. On the stove not far away, a soup was boiling over slow fire. The blind man sniffed for a moment and smelled the flavors of large bones, wolfberry, astragalus, ginseng, etc.
This is Aunt Mei's home, and it is also the place where Xiyou has lived for eighteen years. It has four bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom. The furnishings in the house are quite quiet and warm. The sunshine in the house is just right. It breaks into the room through the window sill, and it seems to be covered with a layer of warmth. Hue wide angle filter,
There was no shrine or incense burner in the house. There was a black and white photo of the deceased hanging on the wall of the living room. In the photo, a gentle middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing a pair of black-framed sunglasses, looked rather bookish.
The flower branches in the garden outside the house are neatly trimmed, and under the two sweet-scented osmanthus trees, there are grains of sweet-scented osmanthus scattered in the mud like yellow rice.
Aunt Mei was sitting on a chair reading a newspaper called "Tianyou".
Strangely enough, Aunt Mei usually buys newspapers such as "Wenhui Po" or "Ta Kung Pao", but today she unexpectedly bought a copy of "Tianyou" newspaper.
It's like she bought this one specially.
Tianyou Bao is a "gossip" newspaper that provides the erotic history of brothels. It specializes in commenting on Chen Tong, Dong Tai, Shek Tong Tsui, and Yau Ma Tei Agu. The writing is mainly four or six articles. The content and writing style are better than many self-proclaimed scholars.
There was a report in the newspaper that read "Love in a brothel, like a flower whose soul is broken by relying on red" and "The young man wakes up from his dream and lives secretly by taking sleeping pills". Aunt Mei is looking at the report.
"Alas, one lives in ignorance and the other is greedy." Aunt Mei shook her head unconsciously, and the five little ghosts lying on her body also shook their heads and sighed. Five "Alas" sounded with different tones.
"You'er, don't go out today." The old woman folded the newspaper and looked at Qin Xi, who was wiping the pipa.
"Why?" Qin Xiya asked.
"Today there is a punishment in Tsim Sha Tsui. If you are a poor person, you will be punished even in Shek Tong Tsui. If you go out, you will be bloody."
"Bleeding swords?" The blind man was puzzled. The thing he was least afraid of was swords.
"Aunt Mei knows that you have memories of past lives, and you are not afraid of disasters in this life. However, it will not be good for you if you cause trouble. The principle of cause and effect, good or bad, is most difficult to understand... Huh? I didn't pay attention to it before, but today I have a look. Your fate has changed..." Aunt Mei frowned and walked slowly towards Qin Xiang. After looking at it carefully, she said, "Oh? It turns out that he is a noble man from Sanqi. With the help of the three noble people, the disaster of You'er may be easily solved."
The old woman in front of her seemed to have seen something. The blind man didn't know whether he should continue to pretend to be dumbfounded. Aunt Mei looked at the silent blind man carefully. After a while, she walked to the old fire soup, opened the lid of the earthen pot, and the fresh smell came out. The fragrance becomes more and more fragrant.
She filled out a bowl, not afraid of burning it. She held it in both hands and walked to Qin Xiang, put the soup bowl down, and spoke again.
"Are you actually born in 1996? Your Excellency, can you tell me what my situation will be like after 2000?"
Aunt Mei chuckled.
The blind man was stunned.
The Aunt Mei in front of me is probably a little more sophisticated than she imagined, and she can actually see through some of her own origins.
"Aunt Mei, you don't need to call me noble, you can just call me Yao'er as usual. As for the situation after 2000... there will be no national disaster." Qin said nonsense. He wanted to say that the country is peaceful and the people are safe, but the world is like this. ···It’s better not to mention it.
"As long as there is no national crisis, that's fine." Aunt Mei seemed to be relieved, "Since there is a noble person to help, then the noble person can go as he wants, but please don't cause too much trouble to You'er."
"That's natural." Qin Xi nodded.
"The soup is about to get cold, and the Laohuo soup needs to be drunk while it's hot to have the best flavor." Aunt Mei advised, but she didn't have to worry about it so much.
"Okay." Qin Xi nodded, picked up the soup bowl, blew it a little to dissipate most of the heat, and took a sip.
The fresh aroma really spreads on the taste buds, and I drank two-thirds of it without noticing, and a warm feeling spreads from my stomach.
"How do you like this soup?" "It's very fresh." "That's good."
"If you, noble man, can help me escape from this calamity, I will give you a great gift." "What great gift is it?"
"Don't say too much, don't reveal the secret." "Okay, then what kind of disaster is it?"
"Don't mention it too much, the secret must not be revealed." "In that case, just don't mention it or say anything."
Qin Xiang chatted with the old woman like this, and then he stopped talking.
Xi Ya continued to drink the soup, and he didn't speak until he finished the soup base.
"Then can I go out for a 'walk'?" "Of course you can, but you may not know the situation at this time, so it's better not to go to Tsim Sha Tsui."
"Why don't you go to Tsim Sha Tsui?" "I'm afraid you won't be able to control your murderous intentions."
So the blind man put the pipa away. For some reason, perhaps because of his original habit, he also carried the pipa behind his back. After noticing, he put the pipa in his bag.
"Aunt Mei, I'm going out." "Okay."
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Tsim Sha Tsui.
The blind man still went to Tsim Sha Tsui. Although there was a long distance between Shek Tong Tsui and Tsim Sha Tsui, for the blind man, it was only a matter of a few steps.
During the journey, he also adjusted his body shape and covered his face with a faceless mask and a nightmare mask to hide his identity.
He really wanted to go to Tsim Sha Tsui to understand the situation. Although he was mostly curious, he mostly wanted to see if there was anything he could solve.
But when he actually arrived in Tsim Sha Tsui, the blind man only saw a scene that he couldn't bear to look at.
The execution ground was high, and several death row inmates were tied with their hands behind their backs. There were no wooden signs stuck on the prisoners' bodies, and only words such as "rebel" and "member" were heard.
But what did these death row inmates do? They just organized progressive young people and established a "conscious reading club", hoping to train the next generation to contribute to the national crisis. However, they were arrested and even lynched because of their different stances.
Behind him was not an executioner holding a broadsword, but several men in military uniforms with rifles loaded. When the blind man arrived, he heard an order and opened fire.
He couldn't catch up.
Red blood overflowed from the bullet holes, and the blood flow spread outward like the branches of a tree.
Several people held bowls and steamed buns in their hands, scrambling to catch the blood for fear of being a step too late, and dipped their steamed buns into the blood...
The blind man took a deep breath. He couldn't hold it back and shouted loudly.
"What are you doing?!!!"
What are the people doing? Just to use human blood steamed buns to cure diseases and eliminate disasters.
"What are you doing?!!!" The blind man asked again, his voice full of anger.
But I don’t know who I’m asking.
That era was not good at all, and I don’t know who thought it was good to live in a foreign country, singing and dancing, singing and dancing, singing girls in cheongsam, and living in a state of revelry. I don’t know who thought that mandarin ducks and butterflies were good, and I don’t know who thought Wei Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties are good...
But that era was not good at all.
The blind man covered his face and held the reappearing Killing Zhudao in his hand.
"What on earth are you doing..." he said uncontrollably.
Then he swung his sword, but he couldn't cut away this era, which was not good at all.
He could only chop open the bowl filled with blood, the bloody steamed buns, and the guns in the soldiers' hands.
The desire to kill was hard to suppress, but he didn’t kill anyone.
The blind man stared blankly at the fleeing crowd and took a few bullets before cutting the shooter's hand open.
In this era, it is really difficult to cut through.
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The blind man who had caused a sensation had already returned to Shek Tong Tsui. Aunt Mei prepared a sumptuous lunch. She was not blinded and could see that the blind man was filled with murderous intent.
The old woman sighed: "What do you think of this day and age?"
"Not good at all, not good at all." The blind man clenched his fists.
Aunt Mei said with a hint.
"That's why there are so many 'ghosts'."
