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[Consciousness broken... Consciousness reconnected... Consciousness went online successfully.Status detection: no abnormality. 】

[The worldview is loaded successfully, the ground environment is loaded successfully, host information is imported successfully, body matching is in progress... body matching is successful. 】

[System permission openness: 30%]

[Host No. 000 Su Ruhui, welcome back. 】

Su Ruhui opened his eyes, his vision was blurred, as if there was a thin layer of mist in front of his eyes.His whole body was sore, and the meridians seemed to be broken inch by inch and then glued together inch by inch. When he moved his fingers, his arm immediately went numb.He took a few sharp breaths and lay silently waiting for his vision to clear.

what happened?The memory slowly came back, and he remembered that he was dead.In the days when he was finally imprisoned in Kunlun, the poison entered his body, and there was no cure. The soldiers of the secret sect of Kunlun used dangerous tactics to open his lungs, looking for the core that was deeply planted in his body but did not belong to him.Unfortunately, the wound bled profusely, and the meridian suture failed. At the last moment of his life, he felt life passing quietly, like a stream gurgling out of his body.

It seemed that after a long period of darkness, he was awakened by this strange voice in his head.

system.He remembered this voice, which had been ringing in his ears from time to time since he was ten years old.What the hell is it?where does it come fromHe didn't know it at all, and even had the idea to cut open his own head to find the source of this voice...

[Reminder: The host cannot find me with this method, and you will bleed again.In addition, you will lose your skull and scalp, and others will be bald, but you will be bald. 】

Su Ruhui: "..."

[Congratulations to the host for coming back online. It is now a quarter of noon on Jihai Day in the winter of December 230 in the Kunlun calendar. It has been five years, three months, 20 days and seven hours since the host disappeared.During this period, the three pillars of the host's "Shen Ji Gui Zang" mechanism puppets, spirit fire guns and meteorite skeletons have developed by leaps and bounds, and the world has entered the age of mechanism secrets from the age of secret arts.Nowadays, the "magic machines and ghost hideouts" and the spirit stone deposits used as driving energy are monopolized by the Kunlun Secret Sect. Since this world does not protect intellectual property rights, the host has nowhere to ask. Please be a poor ghost. 】

The words used by the system are always weird, and what is amazing is that Su Ruhui can understand what it is saying.

That's right, "Magic Machine and Ghost Hidden" is something he made.

"The sky is the ancestor of all things, and all things are not born in the sky." People believe that the origin and law of the creation of all things are contained in the stars.People are born with heavenly power, and then they can awaken the secret technique.The secret technique is innate, coupled with the accumulation of spiritual power in the acquired practice, the secret technique can be activated.If people are compared to artillery, spiritual power is the gunpowder, and secret art is the barrel.Only with the secret technique can one release spiritual power.The secret techniques are different, and the release methods are also different.The combination of people who possess the secret technique can increase the probability of awakening the secret technique for the offspring.Therefore, looking at the world, there are many aristocratic families, intermarrying with each other, and strive to maximize the chance of inheriting the secret arts.

And he, Su Ruhui, was very unlucky, and lost his secret technique due to an accident when he was ten years old.

All in all, for the sake of living, Su Ruhui created "Spiritual Mechanisms and Ghost Treasures". They use spiritual stones as the driving energy, the mechanism puppets are invulnerable to water and fire, meteorite iron skeletons are invulnerable to weapons and guns, and the spiritual fire guns can be used to bombard his mother. Ordinary people without secret skills It can also have a great lethality comparable to that of mystics.There is no innate secret technique for the gun barrel, "Shenji Guizang" is an external gun barrel for ordinary people.

Therefore, many people respectfully call him "Boss Su".Dajing has a strict hierarchy, the sons of aristocratic families are the nobles, and the common people are the heads of Guizhou.Su Ruhui risked the disgrace of the world and gave Qianshou the ability to challenge the nobles. Since then, he has become the most hated object of the Kunlun Secret Sect and the major families. Yu chased and ran around.

He originally thought that Shenji Guizang would give the people of Qianshou a foothold, but he never expected that the occult sect could monopolize the secret arts and his "Shenji Guizang".Su Ruhui let out a long sigh, moved his hands and feet again, finally the pain in the meridian was no longer there, he turned sideways and looked around.

In front of me is a rather elegant house, with stone and brick structure, carved windows, Babu bed, Eight Immortals table, everything you need, typical aristocratic style.Su Ruhui hadn't lived in a house like this for a long time. She was not used to living in cellars in Heijie and caves in the suburbs for many years.There are many scarlet curtains hanging around, it seems that the original owner was newly married not long ago.There are many books spread out on the table, densely packed with teeny notes, the mahogany window lattice is open, the wind blows the papers and rattles.There are many meteorite iron parts, black silver bearings, puppet balance instruments inlaid with spirit stones and old man-made meridians piled up on the ground.

A mirror was facing his face, Su Ruhui saw that his appearance was four to five points similar to the original him, but much younger than him.His bones are clear and stern, his brows are slightly sharper, and the most outstanding thing is his pair of dark eyes. When he looks at people, he has a compelling vigor, and he looks like a high-spirited and noble young man.

Su Ruhui touched his pale cheeks, and finally asked the first question after rebirth:

who am i now

A translucent panel jumped out——

Name: Jiang Quexie

Race: human

Gender: On the surface, he is a man, but behind his back, he is a master of women's clothing

Age: 17 years old, still young, not old enough to have sexual dysfunction

Identity: On the surface, he is the youngest son of the Jiang family in Yunzhou, a poor little man who has not inherited the family secrets, and has been married as a husband three days ago. The system wishes the host and uncle a good marriage for a hundred years.The remaining identities are to be explored.

Su Ruhui: "?"

Forget about being a big guy in women's clothing, what does it mean to be a husband! ?

Jiang Quexie, the name Su Ruhui had never heard of before.The Jiang family in Yunzhou is an outstanding member of the aristocratic family. In each generation, many people have awakened the secret art and entered the Kunlun secret sect.A family member who does not have secret skills is equivalent to being disabled, and the most common way out is to throw it out and marry another family.Obviously, this is Jiang Quexie's current situation.

how did he dieSu Ruhui asked again.

[The system permissions are not open enough, and currently only basic information can be provided, and the rest is left to the host to explore by himself. 】

Alas... so troublesome.Su Ruhui rubbed his forehead and heart, the "other identities to be explored" on the panel is worth thinking about, it seems that the original owner is not an easy child.He touched himself up and down, his skin was intact, there were no wounds, and there were no traces of fighting around.

Natural death or homicide?

Su Ruhui got up from the ground, pulled on his shoes and looked around, opened the closet, and found a closet of skirts, half-arms and small jackets neatly stacked together.He took out a pomegranate skirt and compared it to himself. This kid has good eyesight and looks pretty good.Turning his face to look at the books on the long black lacquer case, he flipped through a few books at random, namely "Quick Illustrations of Divine Mechanism and Ghost Hidden", "Meteorite Bone Materials" and "Essential Explanation of Puppet Joints".It seemed that the kid was studying his secrets, Su Ruhui moved his gaze upwards, and a striking shoe print on the window sill came into view.

With the toes facing inward, someone once sneaked into this room by stepping on the window sill.

Su Ruhui took off the shoe to compare the size and the shoe print. The shoe print was one size larger than the original owner's size, so it was not the original owner.

Eighty percent is the murderer.

How did this guy kill Jiang Quexie?No scars, maybe some weird secret technique was used.There were no traces of fighting, so the murderer was most likely someone Jiang Quexie knew well.Now that Su Ruhui has taken over this body, Jiang Quexie is not dead in the eyes of outsiders. Will the murderer come to murder again?

More importantly, there were no footprints in the house. The murderer was very cautious. He took off his shoes after entering the house, but left only this one on the windowsill.It means that this guy wants to wipe it off before he leaves, and he wants to wipe his footprints anyway.Since it has not been wiped, and there is only one footprint entering the house and no footprints exiting the house, it means——

The murderer is still in the house.

Living in the same room with a murderer is really chilling.The situation seems dangerous, but...

Die and die.Su Ruhui raised a dead fish eye that could see through life and death, he was tired of life and didn't care.

Come on, kill me.Su Ruhui waited bored for a while, but the servant couldn't come out.

It's fine if you don't come out, he turned his hands behind his back, sang "啷啷咚咚咚呱", swaggered out the door, looked outside, hey, what a big yard.The wooden corridor twists and turns, the bamboo mat hangs down the green tile corridor eaves, and the crimson gauze lamp turns around.The sun shines on the shoulders, rustling and dancing, golden like a bee.The yard is really big, and it's nice to have money, but why is there no servant?After coming out for a while, I didn't even see a ghost.If you look carefully, the house is very old, the paint on the pillars has peeled off, the corners of the railings are missing, and the brick walls are covered with green vines. Only the lanterns and curtains are new, probably because of the owner’s wedding. , deliberately replaced.

Strange and strange, where is this?

Su Ruhui rubbed his chin in thought, then looked around and saw a locked wing opposite.

You locked it, but I want to open it.

Su Ruhui didn't even look for the key, kicked the red lattice wooden door wide open.

It was dark inside, and there was a refreshing shade.The furnishings inside were old and simple, Su Ruhui first saw a solitary canopy bed.The white gauze hangs down, covering a shadowy figure, like a lonely grave that no one cares about.A skinny old dog was lying on the side of the pedals, and when he opened the door, he raised his eyelids and gave him a look.

Su Ruhui went in quietly, opened the curtain with one hand, and saw the people inside.It was a man with a flawless face, but it was a little too pale at the moment.Sweating like a gardenia that drenched the whole body.She was wearing a plain white shirt, which was soaked in blood and turned red like rouge.Even though his face was as pale as paper, he still couldn't hide his clear and stern aura.

Su Ruhui fell silent.

Even if this person turns into ashes, he will know him.Sang Chiyu, the sharpest knife of the Kunlun Secret Sect, his opponent in the hit, a life-and-death enmity.

He wanted to build a magical treasure, and Sang Chiyu destroyed his magical treasure.He wanted to kill the enemy and burn down the family, so Sang Chiyu saved people and turned off the flames and drove him to flee everywhere.He still remembers the time when they met, the sky was full of wind and snow, the air was cold, and people's ears hurt from the cold, and Sang Chiyu's voice was colder than the snow:

"The magic trick comes out, the world is in chaos, I will stop you."

How he answered, he forgot, there is nothing good to say anyway.

"Little enemy, let's meet again." Su Ruhui lifted the quilt of this guy, and saw at a glance that his right leg and knee were broken, "Hey, what's wrong?"

[Information unlocking: Sang Chiyu made a mistake and was expelled from the Kunlun Secret Sect five days ago, and his name was removed from the list of disciples.His master stripped his secret technique and disabled his right leg.Now he has no power to restrain the chicken, and the host can do whatever he wants to him.Friendly reminder: the candles are on the third floor of Duobaoge, the horsewhip is on the second floor of the bedroom museum shelf, and the refined iron collar is on the closet. 】

If you touch a key person or item, the system will automatically unlock some relevant information, but whether this information is useful or not is another matter.Su Ruhui automatically filtered out the strange things, and asked in his heart: So why is he here?

【Jiang Quexie's new husband, your cheap husband, is Sang Chiyu.As the saying goes, old enemies in the world will eventually get married. 】

Su Ruhui remembered that Sang Chiyu and Jiang Shi had a marriage contract.A hot young talent, a first-rank military officer of the Kunlun Secret Sect, if those who want to marry him line up, they can line up from Yunzhou to Nanhai.The Jiang family had negotiated a marriage contract with his master a long time ago. If I remember correctly, Sang Chiyu's fiancée is Jiang Xueya, the twelfth daughter of the Jiang family.Now it seems that Sang Chiyu has been reduced to a useless person, and let the youngest son who is also a useless stand up for this marriage.

No wonder there is no one in the courtyard, and the furniture is old. It turned out to be the old house of the Sang family.Sang Chiyu was born in the Sang family of Yunzhou. When he was three years old, the black street villain army attacked the secret sect of Kunlun, and when the soldiers came to the Buku Pass, the entire Sang family died in battle, leaving only this little baby.When the master is dead, the slaves will naturally disperse.Sang Chiyu lived in Miyagi, the border capital, for many years, so naturally no one took care of Sang's old house.

This kid was so miserable that Su Ruhui was too embarrassed to bully him, so he stood there for a while, staring at the old dog beside the bed.Su Ruhui went back to the dormitory and rummaged through the cabinets to find gauze and sore medicine. Before leaving, she looked at the window sill and saw that the footprints were gone. The murderer probably ran away.Returning to the wing room, I cut open Sang Chiyu's clothes. The wounds were shocking. The wounds were piled up one by one, looking like whip wounds. The flesh was turned out, and many places were swollen and black, with signs of pus.

The wound was too serious, the carrion had to be cut off, red blood flowed out before the medicine was applied, the wound could heal, and stitches had to be stitched in some places.Su Ruhui found wine and a dagger, took a big gulp of wine and sprayed it on the blade, and put it on a candle to burn red.First apply anesthetic to Sang Chiyu to make him unconscious, and then cut up the carrion bit by bit.

At this moment, the person on the bed frowned, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

Su Ruhui raised his eyes, meeting Sang Chiyu's eyes.I haven't seen him for so many years, but this boy's eyes are still so dark and deep. Looking at them, it seems as if he is looking into an ancient deep sea.Looking carefully, I feel that something has changed again, but I can't tell what has changed.

Su Ru smiled dimly, "Yo, Mr. Master, are you awake? You've been in a coma for a long time, and you've worried me to death."

Sang Chiyu just looked at him like this, without speaking.

Sang Chiyu has always been a stuffy person, Su Ruhui knew him well, so he didn't say much, and helped him apply the medicine on his own.Sang Chiyu's puppet was just like a puppet, and didn't respond at all.

What mistake had he made to end up like this?According to Su Ruhui's understanding of Sang Chiyu, this guy is a dead-headed man who can't turn his head around. He regards the precepts formulated by Tantai Jing and those deceitful admonitions of the Kunlun Secret Sect as the rules of life, how could he make mistakes?

Thinking of this, a "beep" suddenly sounded in my ears.

Di-

Mission release: what can save you?My disabled husband.

Mission description: Investigate the truth about Sang Chiyu being expelled from the secret sect.

Task reward: Release 10% of the system authority, the host will be able to ask the system for any daily items.

Continue to concentrate on bandaging Sang Chiyu's wound.After the chest was bandaged, Su Ruhui noticed that there was also blood on the bedding, and helped Sang Chiyu to sit up. Sure enough, his back was also horrific.Thanks to this kid lying down for so long without making a sound, does he feel no pain?

Su Ruhui couldn't stand it anymore, "This whip has whipped you so hard that you have no good flesh, who is so cruel to you? You really are not human."

Sang Chiyu raised his eyes quietly, and said something unprecedented: "You."