I haven't been to this cloud player to point out the country.

Qiao Du immediately picked up a pen and wrote.

[Dusk]: How do you know the delicious ones if you haven't been there?

If Yun is wrong, Qiao Du has a bad stomach, then who will reason with him!

[Scarlet Sakura]: Oh, even if I haven't been there, there are sources of information, and there are people from the old city among us, so you have to trust professional judgment.

[Dusk]: You guys?

Is there more than one person to communicate with in co-authoring this [Guide to the World]?

Scarlet: Yes, we have several, I'll find them for you.

[Scarlet Sakura]: @全体成员.

“？”

Qiao Du was stunned.

He felt that he had understood everything.

Chat groups, right?

Maybe this [Scarlet Sakura] who is chatting with herself is actually Zhou Mingke who is spraying with others in front of the screen or Bai Lian who has just finished writing homework.

But after a while, he didn't see the words appear, and only waited for a minute for the playful and lively words to flow out again with a little weakness.

[Scarlet Sakura]: It looks like no one has opened this place for too long, and they haven't been online yet.

[Dusk]: How long will you have to wait?

[Scarlet Sakura]: I think it stands to reason, if you can get something from the old city, maybe I can try to summon him.

[Dusk]: But I'm going to the Old City now.

[Scarlet Sakura]: I know, so you'll be able to meet him when you come back from your trip to the old city.

[Dusk]: But I want to ask him first before I go to the old city.

[Scarlet Sakura]: So you should go to the old city and get some things back first.

[Dusk]: I see.

[Scarlet Sakura]: That's smart!

Jo Twilight interrupts the cycle of getting stuck in bugs.

"It turns out that you have to pay to unlock it, which is a bit of a pitfall."

It's not that he resists the charge, after all, he wants to have just the right meal, but this kind of on-the-spot payment is like a doctor knocking out half of a broken tooth during dental surgery, and then suddenly saying that your anesthesia is about to expire, please pay for the feeling of renewing the anesthesia.

[Dusk]: What kind of place is the old city, you must have heard of this, right?

He decides how much to ask as much.

[Scarlet Sakura]: I've heard him say this.

[Scarlet Sakura]: The old city is not big, there are several countries at war, there is also a kind of existence called strangers in this foreign land, they are born transcendental, with all kinds of special powers, if you are the task of doing the Chosen game in the past, it is best to be careful, some strangers already know about the existence of the Chosen game, and they even try to catch the players of this game.

"Stranger?"

Qiao Du had heard this term, and there was a [Stranger Tibia] in the [Chosen One] before.

[Scarlet Sakura]: In addition, there are some special weather in the old city, called fog, I don't know the details, but he said that as long as you see the fog falling from the sky, you have to hide in the house, you just remember.

[Dusk]: I see.

He was just about to ask what he would be paid when he saw the playful and lively text jump out.

[Scarlet Sakura]: This is the first time we have met, so I'll give you an answer for free.

[Scarlet Sakura]: If you can bring back a lotus cake from the Old City Hotel, then I can also help you find the guy from the Old City, and others are also weird.

[Dusk]: I try my best.

Qiao Du doesn't know how the other party wants to eat lotus cake, is it possible that the [Guide to the World] also has a courier function?

He thought of the mysterious societies that some of the stories had to communicate with.

Putting down the pen, the gray-covered book quickly vanished.

"It looks like the old city isn't that safe."

According to [Scarlet Sakura], the transcendents here may be stronger than the Chosen One, and they will be captured and sliced for study, and they must be careful not to reveal the identity of the player.

Leaving a message in the WeChat group, Qiao Du glanced at the person squatting in the corner of the wall.

"You take care of the house."

The man didn't move, just staring straight at the crack in the wall.

The golden sun rose as usual, and the bright light pierced through the tall buildings, hitting the gray windows, leaving dappled shadows in the room.

Qiao Twilight stood in the shadows, and the grating caused by the Tyndall effect was scattered, forming the cold and indifferent text of the system.

【Whether to enter the game】

[Yes] [No]

He reached out and tapped his finger at the text in the dusty sunlight.

Suddenly, the dust turned to mist, and behind the curtain there seemed to be a mournful singing, and the figure was mottled and scattered, accompanied by guns, horses' hooves, roaring, and crying, as if in a big play.

[Saving the Singer: 0/1]

[Listen to the New Year's bells: 0/1]

[Witness the end of the story: 0/1]

【Quest Begins】

【Players, please close your eyes】

So Qiao Du closed her eyes.

The next moment, the noisy sound burst out in the ears, beating gongs and drums and fireworks in unison, lively and lively, just like a festival.

"Guest, your tea."

A voice came from Qiao Dui's side, causing him to open his eyes.

This is a palatial hotel lobby, crystal chandeliers, gilded decorations, precious calligraphy and paintings, sandalwood tables and chairs, and a faint smell of smoke in the air, which is pleasant and reassuring.

The one who spoke to Qiao Du was a waiter, and he served Qiao Du tea and left.

Jo Twilight finds that the clothes on her body have changed into an old-fashioned vest suit, blending in with her surroundings.

It's just that the lobby of this hotel is empty, and the noise outside has nothing to do with here, except for the front desk, there is only one guest.

He picked up the teacup next to the newspaper.

In the pale green tea, the chaotic tea leaves suddenly began to rotate and outline, turning into the suppressed and crazy words of the system.

【Ancient City】

[In the winter of the seventy-second year of the old calendar, the wind and rain were shaking]

[The war is getting more and more intense, the earth is full of devastation, and the poor bones by the river are still like people in a deep dream]

[The old city is quiet, waiting for the arrival of the New Year, there is a tide hidden under the ordinary, and there is a danger between talking and laughing, here is the front line in the shadows, and it is the battlefield of countless lurking people]

[As a spy hidden in the darkness, your only mission is to save that hot-blooded and ignorant and stupid young man]

[Now, the curtain is open, and the show begins]

"Seventy-two years of the old calendar."

Qiao Du took a sip of sweet tea and picked up the newspaper at hand.

It was words he didn't recognize, but soon, the squares were twisted and distorted, and they became words he could understand.

This is a newspaper called the Ancient City Evening News.

The headline on the front page was "Nanling is lost, the front line is urgent".

On the side, the radio at the front desk rustled.

"Recently, General Li Qing came to the Gucheng Hotel to hold a New Year's party, and on this day of family reunion, the general will send blessings ......"

Jo Twilight listened to the radio and read the newspaper at the same time, and with a slight feeling of dizziness, he quickly figured out the situation in this foreign land.

The country where the ancient city is located is called Liyang, which was originally a big country, but with the mediocrity of the rulers and the infiltration and invasion from the outside, it is now divided, the warlords are divided, the people are not happy, and there are rebels who have revolted, but they are surrounded and suppressed by warlords from all walks of life, and it is difficult to match.

And General Li Qing is a warlord, although he has little power, but he occupies the old city, a hot piece of rich and beautiful land, the outside is eyeing it, here is like a hot potato, Li Qing tried to sell it, in exchange for other benefits.

He was originally just an ordinary soldier, but later gained extraordinary strength and became a stranger, which led to his rise to become a warlord.

Today he is going to attend the New Year's banquet at the Gucheng Hotel, and early tomorrow morning, he will go to Caishikou to supervise the execution and kill several rebel generals who were caught before.

[Cunning villain, you won't want to be friends with him, after all, what he is best at is sticking a knife in the back!] 】

The crimson text infects the newspaper, reminding Qiao Dui.

Looking at the newspaper, he felt someone approaching.

Putting down the things in his hand, Qiao Du saw that it was a young man, wearing a slightly wrinkled, ill-fitting suit, and his hair combed into the appearance of an adult.

"Is it Dr. Qiao Dui, please?"

The other party asked.

"It's me."

Qiao Du replied, using his talent for acting in textbook dramas, he instantly entered the play.

"Ah, I've been waiting for a long time, I'm Miss Tang's agent Zhuang He, please come with me."

The man introduced himself, and then led Qiao Du through the lobby and took the elevator that pulled the gate to the sixth floor of the hotel, room 603.

I knocked on the door twice, and a woman's voice came from inside.

The agent Zhuang He stood at the door and motioned for Qiao Du to go in.

Qiao Du pushed the door in, and was greeted by an elegantly decorated room, with a living room, balcony, bar, and bedroom, luxurious and extravagant.

In front of the windowsill, there stood a young woman in a cheongsam, and she smiled when she saw Qiao Dui.

"Hello, Dr. Joo, or should I call you Mr. ...... Twilight?"