[Current World: The Other Side, Jiazi Zero, ·· · (omitted) World One.

Current location: Hong Kong, Great Britain.

Current era: 1934.

Current time: 8:31 a.m. on October 8.

Current identity: Musician in the Taiping Theatre in Shek Tong Tsui.

You have inherited the skills and talents of the Thin Lady (only inherited in this world, and can be retained later by returning to the Boundary Wall to consume tokens).

Inherited skills (talents) are as follows.

Skill and pipa playing: grandmaster level, only one step away from the master; Familiar with a variety of pipa repertoire and credible.

Technique & Instrument Restoration & Tuning: As the name suggests, we are very good at repairing and tuning all kinds of instruments.

Technique and self-created pipa music - "Jade Plate Scattered Streamer" (unfinished): The sound of the music produced by the fluctuation of consciousness in another world in a dream is not supernatural, but has potential.

Talent: Requiem: The fine man can see things that are invisible to ordinary people, and can also use his talents to appease these invisible things through musical instruments.

Note: The skills and talents of the fine man can be sublimated and pointed, but you can only inherit it completely, simply put, you can't sublimate it now. 】

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[The walking events are as follows:

Event (1) - Crossing: Use the Requiem talent to overcome the ghost's obsession. （0/3）

Event (2) - Slash: Slay the ghasts that deserve to die again. （0/3）

Event (3) - Jade Disc Scattered Streamer: Please complete "Jade Disc Scattered Streamer".

I have already given you the events that should be completed, and you can discover the other events yourself, this era is full of difficulties and grievances.

The maximum time in this dungeon is 60 days, so please pay attention to the time when walking, today is the second day.

Hint: There will be a special way of 'presenting' in the other side of the world in some things, just like watching a movie, you have already found out, and I am watching you with Tu Sanshi's Suo Po, you have to come on, walk adults, and when you come back, you will find that I have a new image. 】

"In 1934..." Qin Xiya muttered, his heart was mixed, he sighed in a low voice, and continued to wipe the pipa at the end, and this habit seemed to have been inherited together.

After browsing the panel, and then closing it, the stove not far away was boiling the old fire soup, boiling on a slow fire, the blind man sniffed for a while, and smelled the taste of the big bones, wolfberry, astragalus, ginseng, etc.

This is Aunt Mei's home, and it is also the place where Xi Yan has lived for 18 years, with four bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom, the furnishings in the house are quite tranquil and warm, the sunlight in the house is just right, breaking into the living room through the windowsill, as if playing a layer of warm wide-angle filter,

There are no shrines and incense burners in the house, and a black-and-white posthumous photo hangs on the wall of the living room, in which a mild-mannered middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes wears a pair of black-framed sunglasses, which is quite bookish.

The flower branches in the garden outside the house are neatly trimmed, and the two osmanthus trees are full of grains of osmanthus flowers, scattered in the mud like yellow rice.

Aunt Mei was sitting in a chair reading a newspaper called "Tianyou".

Strange to say, Aunt Mei usually buys newspapers such as "Wen Wei Po" or "Ta Kung Pao", but today she uncharacteristically bought a "Tianyou" newspaper.

It's as if she bought this one on purpose.

Tianyou Bao is a "gossip" newspaper that provides the history of Qinglou Yan, specializing in commenting on Chentang, Dongdi, as well as Xiangjiang Shitang Tsui and Yau Ma Tei Aunt.

There was a grid in the newspaper that read "Qinglou love species, like a flower soul is broken and leaning on red", "Kuo Shao wakes up from a dream, sleeping pills are scattered and steals life", and Aunt Mei is looking at Naga.

"Alas, one steals life, the other is greedy." Aunt Mei shook her head unconsciously, and the five little ghosts lying on her also shook their heads and sighed. Five "sighs" of different tones sounded.

"Son, don't go out today." The old woman folded the newspaper and looked at Qin who was wiping the pipa.

"Why?" Qin Xiya asked rhetorically.

"Today, there is a punishment in Tsim Sha Tsui, and this life is thin, even in Shek Tong Tsui, it will be restrained, and if you go out, there will be blood and light of swords."

"Knife Blood?" The blind man was puzzled, and the last thing he was afraid of was the sword soldiers.

"Aunt Mei knows that you have memories of your past life, and you are not afraid of the disasters of this life, but if you get into trouble, it is not good, and the principle of cause and effect is the most difficult to understand... Hey? I didn't notice it before, but when I look at it today, your personality has changed..." Aunt Mei frowned, slowly walked towards Qin Blind, and after taking a closer look, "Oh? It was originally a three-odd nobleman, and the old body was far away... With the help of the three strange nobles, the disaster may be solved. ”

The old woman in front of her seemed to see something, the blind man didn't know if he should continue to pretend to be stupid, Aunt Mei looked at the silent blind man carefully, and after a while, she walked to the old fire soup, lifted the lid of the crockpot, and the fresh fragrance became more and more tangy.

She took out a bowl, and she was not afraid of being hot, she walked in front of Qin Blind with both hands, put down the soup bowl, and spoke again.

"Was he born in 1996? Noble, can you tell me what the old body will look like after 2000? ”

Aunt Mei chuckled.

The blind man was stunned.

I am afraid that the Tao of this Aunt Mei in front of her is a little more advanced than she imagined, and she can actually see through some of her own origins.

"Aunt Mei, you don't have to call me a nobleman, you can call me a child as usual, as for the situation after 2000... There is no national disaster. Qin said blindly, he wanted to talk about the peace of the country and the people, but this world is such a year... Don't mention it.

"'No national disaster' is good, it's good." Aunt Mei seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "Since there are nobles to help, then the nobles can go as they want, but please don't cause too much trouble to you." ”

"That's nature." Qin Blind nodded.

"The soup is going to be cold, and the old fire soup needs to be drunk while it is hot to have a good taste." Aunt Mei persuaded, but she didn't have so many beatings or guarding.

"Okay." Qin Blind nodded, picked up the soup bowl, blew it slightly, dispersed most of the heat, and took a sip.

The fresh aroma is indeed spreading in the taste buds, and the warmth spreads from the stomach when I don't notice that two-thirds of the drink has been drunk.

"How is this soup?" "It's very fresh." "That'll be fine."

"If the nobles can help them get out of this calamity, they will also have a great gift." "What a gift?"

"Don't say much, don't leak the chance." "Okay, so what's the calamity?"

"Don't mention it, don't reveal it." "In that case, let's not mention it."

Qin Blind talked to the old woman like this, and then he stopped talking.

Xiya continued to drink the soup, and only after he had finished drinking the shallow layer of soup did he speak.

"Can I go out and 'shop' then?" "Yes, 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'll be uncontrollable."

So the blind man put away the pipa, and for some reason, Xu was the habit of the original, he also carried the pipa behind him, and when he noticed it, he put the pipa in his bag.

"Aunt Mei, I'm out." "Okay."

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Tsim Sha Tsui.

The blind man still went to Tsim Sha Tsui, although there is a long distance between Shek Tong Tsui and Tsim Sha Tsui, but for the blind man, it is only a matter of a few steps.

During the journey, he also adjusted his body shape and covered the face door with a maskless mask and a nightmare mask to hide his identity.

He did want to go to Tsim Sha Tsui to find out about the situation, although he was mostly curious, but he wanted to see if there was anything he could solve.

It's just that when he really arrived at Tsim Sha Tsui, the blind man only saw a scene that he couldn't bear to look at.

The execution ground was high, several death row inmates were tied with their backhands, and there were no wooden signs on the death row inmates, only words such as "rebels" and "elements" could be heard.

But what are these death row inmates doing? They just organized progressive youths and set up a "conscious reading club" to train the next generation to contribute to the country's difficulties, but they were arrested and even lynched to death because of their different positions.

Behind him were not executioners with large knives, but several people in military uniforms, rifles loaded, and when the blind man arrived, he also heard an order to open fire.

He couldn't catch up.

Red blood spilled from the bullet holes, and the blood flowed outward like the growing branches of a tree.

More than a few people held bowls in their hands, holding steamed buns, scrambling for fear of being one step too late to catch the blood, and using steamed buns to stain the blood...

The blind man took a deep breath, he couldn't hold back, and burst into a loud shout.

"What are you doing?!!!!

What are the people doing? It's just to use human blood steamed buns to cure diseases and eliminate disasters.

"What are you doing?!!!! The blind man asked again, and his voice was full of indignation.

But I don't know who I'm asking.

At that time, it was not good at all, and I don't know who thought "ten miles of foreign fields, singing and dancing, cheongsam singers, drunk gold fans." "It's good, I don't know who it is, I think the mandarin duck butterfly is good, and I don't know who thinks the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties are good...

But in those days, it was not good at all.

The blind man's face was covered, and he already held the reproduced Killing Forge Dao in his hand.

"What the hell are you doing..." His voice was uncontrollable.

and then wielded the knife, but he couldn't cut through the era that was not good at all.

He could only cut off the bowl full of blood, the steamed bun stained with blood, and the gun in the hands of the soldiers.

The murderous intent is irrepressible, but no one is killed,

The blind man looked around at the fleeing crowd and took a few bullets before he cut the gunner's hand out.

This era is really difficult to cut open.

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The blind man who caused a sensation had already returned to Shek Tong Tsui, and Aunt Mei had prepared a sumptuous lunch, she was not dizzy, and she could see that the blind man was murderous.

The old woman sighed: "What do you think of this day and age?" ”

"It's not good at all, it's not good at all." The blind man clenched his fists.

Aunt Mei said meaningfully.

"That's why there are more 'ghosts'."