Kill the game! Become a villain in a mysterious world

"Big brother and Uncle Jiang are talking about things I don't understand."

Mu Jing quietly went to hold Quan Heng's hand. Quan Heng noticed it and took the initiative to hold the child's hand.

"Sister is so kind." Mu Jing smiled happily and moved closer to her with satisfaction, "Is there anything you want, sister? I will try my best to help my sister get it!"

"I don't want anything."

Quan Heng rubbed Shibazi with his fingers and just smiled when he heard this.

Even if there was, it was a long time ago.

Things that I wanted very much before, I no longer care about so much.

Mu Jing said "Oh" in a low voice, and the tail of the toy puppy in her arms flickered down.

"Is there anything Xiaowu likes?" Quan Heng asked, "We have two days of rest after we go out. Do you want to go somewhere?"

Mu Jing instantly became energetic and her eyes were bright: "I like my sister the most! I want to stay with my sister!"

"Okay." Quan Heng laughed, "I understand, then I will make arrangements."

"It's just ahead." Jiang Jin said, pointing to the dilapidated Bodhisattva Temple in front.

"Ten Miles of Qinhuai has beautiful scenery, but Bai Ju's song is difficult to describe."

The babbling tune, accompanied by the clear and wonderful sound of the pipa, came from near the Bodhisattva Temple and reached my ears from afar.

"Did you hear anything?" Jiang Jin was suddenly startled.

"If you gentlemen are lucky enough to visit the land of golden dust..."

"Wu Nong's soft words, Suzhou Pingtan."

Quan Heng tilted his head slightly, "But I'm afraid it's not Pingtan, it should be Bai Ju."

The oldest song type in Gujiang is "Baiju", and it is also the only ancient music type, dialect rap, with a history of more than 600 years.

*The singing accompaniment is all Pingtan, but the words are clearly a tribute to the classic Bai Ju opera "Qin Huai Mei".

"This ancient city has experienced six years of destruction. If we really want to find this old tune, we can only use the southern accent."

Quan Heng paused and said softly: "Unfortunately, in reality, it is almost impossible to hear it."

"Sing Bai Ju Ci in Pingtan tune..." Jiang Jin said excitedly, "Are they other people who woke up?"

"Behind the Bodhisattva Temple," the Mad Hatter looked at Quan Heng, "I won't go there."

"That is a very painful, but very pure and clean soul, but also very fragile." The Mad Hatter's voice was very gentle, "My sequence is unstable, and the pollutants scattered will affect her, so you go ahead."

He looked at Mu Jing again and hesitated: "Is he going too? Little kid."

"There are some things he should know," Quan Heng touched Mu Jing's head and said in a gentle tone, "Children, especially, should know the most."

The Mad Hatter stopped talking and watched Quan Heng holding Mu Jing and walking around to the back of the Bodhisattva Temple——

"The fishing alley by the Qinhuai River is filled with shattered bead-crying paintings."

A woman wearing a Yunjin cheongsam held a bloody pipa. Her fingertips without nails were rubbed with blood. Drops fell on the cheongsam and smeared on the crimson earth.

"However, the flames of war burned down the old place, and the foreign bandits looted and destroyed Jinling."

Wu's language is full of sadness, as gentle as a weeping oriole, and is intoxicating.

Her hair was disheveled and her whole body was in a mess. She was singing a song crazily with her pipa in her arms, cherishing it very much.

"Shang women also know the hatred of the country's subjugation, and this hatred has nothing to do with romance."

The pipa girl lowered her eyes quietly and slowly rested her tune.

At the end of the song, people are far away, and I still feel the lingering sound lingering around the beams.

"An Yue'e," she said, her tone hoarse, but she could still hear the tune in Wu dialect, "if you die in these decades, you can't go back."

"Jiang Jin," Jiang Jin also said hoarsely, "the last company defending the city."

An Yue'e then raised her head to look at him, her eyes still showing the confusion after enduring inhuman torture, "Are you defending the city?"

Her "you" was pronounced like "偷", which made Jiang Jin's eyes red with familiarity.

"I'm."

An Yuee nodded, forcing a smile on her bruised face, "Thank you, thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Jin shook his head desperately, gritting his teeth to prevent tears from falling.

"There is also a little girl," An Yuee'e's eyes moved to Quan Heng, and she unconsciously felt a little envious and nostalgic. She didn't know what she saw in her, "You look like a schoolgirl, but you are not like this." Bar?"

Quan Heng responded softly: "No."

"It turns out it's the girl outside, that's what happens in the future," An Yuee'e said clearly and warmly, "Has the war of resistance been won?"

The voice was cautious, "Has this city been taken back?"

Quan Heng looked at her and nodded slowly, "Back."

She paused and added: "They're all back."

"That's good, that's good." An Yuee'e smiled sincerely. Her eyes fell on the red land at hand, and her eyes were filled with sadness. "Then...how many people are gone?"

Quan Heng just remained silent and did not answer the question.

Jiang Jin, who later knew the answer, turned his head away and swallowed the choked sobs with trembling lips.

An Yuee seemed to know something in this silence. She turned her head and gently pressed her fingers on the pipa:

"I am a Pingtan singer, and Wenyu and I are the best friends. She learned Baiju from Shancai. I also know some words, but I don't know how to sing."

That's why she used Pingtan to sing Bai Ju. She sang about sadness and nostalgia, and also expressed condolences and summoned the souls.

"We twenty-one sisters are all new members of Qinhuai."

"Xinliu" refers to the famous prostitutes who screamed loudly on the banks of the Qinhuai River after the fall of the Kingdom of Heaven.

"*After the fall of the ancient city, Minnie, the director of the missionary school, let us enter the safe zone, but there were also enemies outside the safe zone. One day they came in, called the director to the office, and asked her to choose from 10,000 refugees. Send out a hundred women to be |prostitutes.”

An Yuee'e pressed her fingers on the pipa, seeming to remember all the past.

"How can those scholars who go to school endure it? We, twenty-one sisters together, have been doing prostitution for most of our lives anyway, so we might as well do it for these girls. Let's just repay Minnie's kindness and take it as well. This worthless body..."

She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and said with a smile, "Serve the country."

However, the flames of war burned down the old place, and the foreign bandits looted and destroyed Jinling.

Business women also know that they hate the country's subjugation, and this hatred has nothing to do with romance.

"They killed twenty of my sisters and many other people in front of this Bodhisattva."

An Yuee was holding the pipa, with hideous scars on her exposed skin, and the damaged Yunjin cheongsam was stained with dirt, blood, and countless tragic pasts.

Under her messy hair, her eyes were filled with tears: "Those who were pregnant were dragged out to have their stomachs cut open, or they were taken away directly. I have never seen them again. Some sisters committed suicide, and some resisted and were killed. fell, and immediately a new woman was caught as a substitute.

"The soil in front of the Guanyin Temple has turned red. In those days, the water in the river was red. There were screams everywhere. After collecting the corpses today, they will be piled up again tomorrow, and half-year-old children will be thrown into the oil pan. inside……"

"Jinling has become a dead city," An Yuee shed tears, "They are worse than animals."

There was a long silence, and only An Yuee's sobs could be heard.

Quan Heng unbuttoned his shirt, knelt on one knee in front of An Yuee, and gently put the shirt on her.

"I will take you home and let the souls of our ancestors return to their hometown."

Quan Heng tied the jade buttons for her, his eyes were clear of emotion, but he still asked warmly:

"Can you tell me that the head of the Japanese ghost is in the Bodhisattva Temple?"

"It's here, but they are hidden deep - you have to move the lotus seat and go to the underground air-raid shelter. They are there." An Yuee'e smiled sarcastically, "They are also afraid of death. Even if they die, they will hide in the air-raid shelter." Here. I have done many sins, and I am afraid of the revenge of those who have harmed me."

"They can't hide."

Quan Heng's usual gentle smile disappeared, and he slowly retracted his buttoning hand.

……

"Let that kid guard the gate so you can trust him."

The Japanese ghosts came out of the ground because their corpses were all over Langya Peak. If the Boss summoned Japanese ghosts in the air-raid shelter, he would most likely use the terrain to surround the two people who entered the air-raid shelter, so Quan Heng left Mu Jing behind.

"Xiaowu's physical skills are not enough and he still needs systematic training. He is not suitable for participating in close combat." Quan Heng entered the Bodhisattva Temple.

"Yes." The Mad Hatter nodded.

He tied the rope on the glass jar so that it could be wrapped around his finger like a pinball:

"But if there really is a wave of monsters, just relying on him and Mr. Jiang won't be enough - oh, even if you add the little monster in his arms, it won't be enough."

"Not necessarily. Don't underestimate him."

Quan Heng stretched out his hand and pushed the lotus seat away. She didn't believe in Buddhism, and Qiao Bodhisattva was extremely rude and turned the statue over.

The Mad Hatter knelt down and poked the Bodhisattva in the face, tilted his head and felt something was wrong:

"Is this a Chinese Bodhisattva? Why does it feel a bit ugly? It doesn't look like it."

“Buddhism is localized, but it’s not our own thing.”

Quan Heng used a butterfly knife to directly smash the floor under the lotus seat, and saw the air-raid shelter leading below, "And this is not a golden body made according to Chinese Buddhism."

"what is that?"

"The Footbath Emperor."

Quan Heng answered without looking back, waving the dust he choked out, "At that time, they only worshiped this thing called Zhaohe, so naturally they made a golden body according to that face."

"Oh, no wonder it's so ugly." The Mad Hatter straightened up suddenly, unable to help but feel disgusted.

"It feels like that club of the Yamata Snake - there is always an inexplicable confidence, even though he is obviously short, ugly, and fragile."

[Laughing, but to be honest, I did see the group of players like Yaqi Snake, talking about samurai and other ways, and in the end they only picked up the old, weak, sick and disabled to beat them. ]

[Oh, I remembered it when you said that. Did the deputy chief of the seventh floor use a samurai sword before? Bringing shameless buffs? ]

[It turns out to be the official seal of Bianyu. In the first side, the players in the Huaxia area are really annoyed by them, and they all have bloodline buffs when fighting Baqi. I heard that the most vicious insult to players in China is "You look like a chicken with your feet"? ? is that so? ]

[Back upstairs, that’s it. It seems that many of their cultures have been copied from China. Didn't Song Jingyun laugh at their formulas? What's coming. ]

["Those who are facing an army to fight are all marching in formation." I remember there was a Taoist priest there at Yamata Little Snake. They copied it wrong back then, and it was passed down as "Those who are facing an army to fight are all arrayed in front." ]

[Song Jingyun also told him to stop using his reputation as a Taoist doctor to deceive people, as the prescriptions are not theirs.]

"Let's go." Quan Heng casually threw a match down, checked that there was enough oxygen, and looked at the Mad Hatter, "Let's go down."

"Okay." The Mad Hatter responded, stepping unceremoniously over the statue's face, only to hear a "click"——

The statue cracked.

Quan Heng glanced at the face of the broken statue, showing no expression.

"Oh, it's like he has no face." The Mad Hatter didn't care and walked up to Quan Heng.

"Although I don't know what you saw behind the temple, I can probably guess something."

The Mad Hatter raised his fingers, and a lifelike little white dove appeared in his empty hand:

"I don't like being alone, so I folded a pair. The child took one, and the remaining one is for you."

"Don't be unhappy," he laughed playfully, and the Joker on the poker table also tilted his head, "Let's go down and play."

Quan Heng laughed and took the white dove: "Thank you very much."

"You are Welcome."

The Mad Hatter curled his lips and raised his top hat with his right hand, "My pleasure."

[It seems that I still like elegant human beings to get along with each other. Although these two people are originally from horror movies, they are not killing me and have nothing to do with me.]

[+1, I see that the human beings with names on the border world list all seem to have this characteristic - the conduct of human society is passable, on the surface]

[right. As for Song Jingyun, although he is quite unorthodox, his sect respects Kun Dao and is very friendly to female players. Moreover, when it comes to controlling corpses and hand-to-hand combat, even a monster looks cool to me. ]

[Hiss, I don’t know why... I feel a little nostalgic when Quan Heng doesn’t see Song Jingyun. Let me check out his channel... He seems to be raising a very ferocious child, who is about to encounter gods and kill gods, and encounter monsters and kill monsters]

[Um? ? Such a violent human being? ? That can't be considered a food show, so it should be classified directly as a horror show, okay? ! ]

"It's not just a horror show, this monster is a high-end game..."

Song Jingyun clicked his tongue, looking at the young man who shot the monster in the head at close range, he couldn't help but sigh: "A fierce god. Even if you see this monster, you will have to have nightmares for a few days."

Sang Ting put away the gun, casually wiped the blood on his face, and glanced at Song Jingyun: "I want to ask you something, tell the truth."

"What?" Song Jingyun responded vaguely, and was busy smoking two pieces of yellow paper to light the cigarette.

"Did my boss take over some organization here? There are about fifty core members?"

"About fifty people?"

Song Jingyun flicked the yellow paper, narrowed his eyes and took a puff of cigarette, then slowly exhaled it.

"Except for the operations staff, there should be almost the same number of bounty hunters on the seventh floor - what's wrong?"

Sang Ting just nodded understandingly and said perfunctorily: "It's nothing, I just understand some things."

"?" Song Jingyun realized something was wrong and straightened up slightly, "You have never been to the border area before, how do you know that the core number of the organization is about fifty? What you can specifically ask me about is Quan Heng - what did she do? ?”

"Why should I tell you?" Sang Ting said impatiently: "Aren't you a Taoist priest? You can do the math yourself. Six lines of plum blossoms and six ren oracle bones and copper coins can't be counted?"

"Six Yao Plum Blossoms...you still know a lot."

Song Jingyun leaned back against the tree. Hearing this, he just laughed casually and raised his hand to smoke the pipe, "That's okay."

Sang Ting paused and frowned at him: "What?"

"Deduction." Song Jingyun smiled casually.

"However, no matter how powerful the Celestial Master is, he cannot calculate the detailed past. He can only deduce a few major events that affect destiny and several possible futures." Song Jingyun glanced at the time and deduce, "What did Quan Heng do? I don’t know, but what impact will it have on her future..."

Song Jingyun paused in his words, suddenly froze in his movements, frowned tightly and pushed again.

what happened?

Sang Ting looked at him a little doubtfully, and before he even got close to Song Jingyun, he suddenly raised his head with an extremely ugly look on his face:

"What did Quan Heng do?"