Fast Transmigration: Mortal Girl Upgrade

Chapter 571 Exorcism of the Republic of China 2
"Host, when will you enter the mission? Although the company does not clearly stipulate the time for the tasker to enter the mission, if you do not enter the mission world within one day of company time, the mission will be automatically judged as failed."

"Host... half of your time has passed."

Wu Yuan shut down the system's mall in embarrassment, "I, I'm buying props to exorcise ghosts."

There are a lot of props in this area in the mall, the cheap ones are more than a dozen points, and the expensive ones are tens of thousands, with different functions and effects.

She was usually reluctant to spend money, but this time she directly spent [-] points to buy these things.

"Normal human beings can only shop online for three hours at most, but this is almost 12 hours for you!"

Wu Yuan smiled embarrassingly, "Then, then you can send me there."

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There was a commotion in his ears, and Wu Yuan's arm was pulled.

"Miss, what's the matter with you, are you feeling unwell?"

The one who spoke was the maid Chunxiang, Yu Shiwen's maid from childhood to adulthood, an orphan picked up by Yu Xiong.Then suddenly fell ill and died.

Wu Yuan instantly went through the information of the person in front of him in his mind, raised his hand to block the sun above his head, "The sun is a bit big."

"There is a cafe at the crossroad ahead, why don't miss go there and have a rest."

Wu Yuan nodded, but before she could take a few steps, she was suddenly bumped by someone passing by.

A normal young lady would definitely have her ass blown by such a building, but Wu Yuan just took a step back and stood firmly.

But thinking that Yu Shiwen was a weak lady, she grabbed a peddler's cart next to her when she stood firm.On the surface, it seems that he did not fall because he supported the cart.

Chunxiang was also hit because she was close, but she was in good physical condition and only stumbled a few steps before quickly stepping forward, "Miss, are you okay?"

Seeing that she was fine, she immediately asked the person who bumped into them, "How did you walk, don't you have eyes!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." It was a man wearing a hat who bumped into them. He looked up slowly and saw Wu Yuan was first taken aback, and then quickly apologized.

Seeing his sincere apology, Chunqiu didn't know what to do and left the decision to Wu Yuan.

The man is not the victim, but Ji Zhi.And what happened now, she also recalled through Yu Shiwen's memory.

This is how Yu Shiwen dealt with it. I have nothing to do. Be careful next time. You are lucky to bump into me today. If you bump into someone else, you won't be as easy to talk to as I am.

During the Republic of China, people who could wear small dresses and have maids by their side were either noble ladies, or rich wives or concubines from some family.

There is no status that a shabbily dressed person like him can afford to offend.

In order to repay her for not caring about poetry, Ji Zhi told her that it was not suitable to travel on Xijiao Road today.

Now it was Wu Yuan's turn, she frowned and looked at her hands, the peddler next to her was a baker, and now her hands were full of oil.

Chunqiu immediately took out the veil and wiped her fingers clean one by one, but she still felt greasy.

"You bumped into me and got my hands dirty." Yu Shiwen is a bit of a clean freak.

Ji Zhi was stunned for a while, wanting to imitate Chunqiu and wipe her with a handkerchief, but he didn't have any handkerchief. "Then, what should we do?"

"What should I do? Of course I need to wash my hands."

Upon hearing this, Chunqiu immediately said that there was a restroom in the cafe in front, and he could go there to wash his hands first.

But Wu Yuan didn't care, "It's because your hands are dirty. Now you go get me a basin of water, I want to wash my hands."

It’s a bit embarrassing to not go to a good restroom and have to fetch water to wash hands.

The owner of the sesame seed stall next to him said carefully, "I have clean water here, if you don't mind, you can wash your hands here."

"Your water is used to make biscuits, why should I use it." Wu Yuan stared at Ji Zhi, "Hurry up, your hands are greasy, it's so uncomfortable!"

Ji Zhi was a little embarrassed, and his eyes under the brim of his hat flashed with a fierce look, but when he raised his head, he looked like a good person again.

"But where can I fetch water for you now?"

Wu Yuan said with a childish tone, "This is none of my business. If you don't bring me water to wash my hands, I will tell my father that someone is bullying me, and you will be finished by then."

Hearing this, Zai Ji Zhi could only grit his teeth secretly, "Okay, I'll go get you some water right away."

But when he finally fetched a basin of clean water and came back, there were no people at the sesame seed stall.

"Where were those two people just now?"

The owner of the sesame seed stall was cleaning up the stall, as if he was going to close the stall, "Oh, those two girls seem to have gone to the cafe at the crossroads ahead. The lady asked me to send you a message. I have been waiting for too long, so let's go first Now, so you don’t have to go find them.”

The water in Ji Zhi's hand made him want to throw it away, "Boss, did you close the stall so early today?"

As soon as he talked about the biscuit stand owner, his face wrinkled with a smile, "That lady bought all the biscuits, she is really a good person."

nice guy?Ji Zhi breathed out through his nostrils.

But he suddenly found that in the corner where beggars often squat on both sides of the commercial street, more than a dozen beggars were eating several pieces of sesame seed cakes, and their faces were full of happiness.

A man had to fetch water to wash his hands because he had a little burnt oil on his hands, but now he left and sold out all the sesame cakes to beggars? !

Ji Zhi felt humiliated.

Wu Yuan was sitting in the cafe drinking coffee and reading the latest newspaper.

The current period is a bit similar to the Cultural Revolution. The contents in newspapers are mostly poems, songs, or articles discussing politics, and there are also some tidbits of news.

In addition to Chinese people, there were also foreigners in the cafe, and she suddenly heard the foreigners at the next table talking in foreign languages.

"I heard that there seems to be a war here. It will not be safe for us to stay here. Let's go to the embassy tomorrow for protection."

"The news is still uncertain. Anyway, the Chinese don't dare to do anything to us, so don't worry."

Wu Yuan put down the newspaper in his hand and propped his chin up to think.

As the head of the southern warlord, Yu Xiong is in charge of 56 cities. Now Binyang City where she lives is the central city, which is equivalent to the capital of an ancient dynasty.

If there is a war here, then Yu Xiong, the southern warlord, will come to an end.

But in memory, there was no war here, that is to say, Yu Xiong solved the matter secretly.

"Solve it in secret?" Wu Yuan couldn't help whispering.

Chunqiu on the side didn't listen clearly, "Miss, what did you say?"

Wu Yuan turned to look at her. He suddenly fell ill and died...it was strange no matter how he looked at it.

At this time, there was a person lingering outside the cafe window, and he looked in from time to time.

(End of this chapter)