Kill the game! Become a villain in a mysterious world

Defected? Quan Heng became interested, What organization did he transfer to?

I don't know, Song Jingyun was surprised, Hey, how do you think he joined other organizations and was not a homeless person?

Because he has become a mastermind, and even has a [brain] that controls him.

If true, Quan Heng is skeptical about Tang Junyi's defection.

Didn't you say that the border area has been occupied by the club, and joining the club is basically a must? Quan Heng said with a smile, It's too difficult for a lone wolf player like Dao Zhang.

Hey, let me correct you a bit, Song Jingyun stretched out a finger and shook it, Master Dao, I'm trying to be cool, not tough.

That's right, just like a person drinking water, he knows whether it's hot or cold. She stopped talking about the topic and said, The Taoist priest is a professional. I want to ask you a question.

You're welcome, just ask.

Can a very spiritual ancient object become a spirit?

Hey, this question...

Song Jingyun thought for a while and said:

It is common for spiritual objects to become spirits. If they have experienced the chaos of the country, they will be more likely to become spirits. So if it is a very old object, it is possible. But objectively speaking, it is really unnecessary, and there is nothing good about it now. The errand boy is either 007 or 996. He has become a dog. He has become a sperm. If he is not a top student and has no connections, he cannot support himself. Damn...he has become a fart. He can do it through photosynthesis!

After he finished complaining, he tilted his head in hindsight:

——But why do you ask this? You can't raise spirits randomly! Of course, if you give me proper instructions, I can get you some Feng Shui Spirit Qi to nourish your luck and so on. The price will be clearly marked and it will be a fair trade!

How skilled he is in getting business done.

I suddenly remembered that the Taoist priest took one look at me and said that I had a destiny. Quan Heng said with interest, Is it a destiny or money?

That's right, even a poor man needs to eat. There are so many mouths waiting to be fed.

Song Jingyun was open-minded, his thumb brushed the side of his index finger, and he made a gesture of counting money, So, Boss Heng, would you like to patronize Xiaodao's business?

...Boss Heng? Quan Heng's expression moved slightly, and he smiled as usual, Why do you call me that? Isn't it your last name?

Ah, just shout it casually, it sounds good.

Song Jingyun touched his chin and thought, Besides, didn't Lu Xiaoman call you Sister Heng? And I thought you didn't like the surname 'Quan'... I don't know why, but I just thought you might not like it. My intuition is correct, Master Dao. Very well, every throw is 100% accurate.

intuition?

It is as credible as if the system had no shady secrets.

Quan Heng smiled inwardly, and when he was about to move forward, he suddenly said: By the way, are there any more candies?

Ah? Do you want to eat? Song Jingyun dug into his pocket and handed it to her, There is one left.

Quan Heng said thank you and put it away.

The gray darkness disappeared quietly, and the group was stopped almost as soon as they stepped into the gate of the ancient town.

It's dangerous at night, why come back by yourself?

Quan Heng turned his head and looked at Mo Xiuyue sitting under the door, not surprised: Waiting here, did you guess that I would come back?

Mo Xiuyue stood up after two seconds of silence and walked out of the shadows.

Only then did everyone see clearly that her braids were a little messy, her blue cardigan was somewhat torn and stained with dirt, and there was a half-finger-long scar on her cheek, which was still oozing blood.

Quan Heng only looked at it for a moment and then looked away. After all, she would have exploded or jumped into the sea, and being wet would not be much better.

Mo Xiuyue's eyes fell on the red silk on Quan Heng's arm, then she quickly retracted it and walked straight to her, I'll take you to change clothes and attend the dragon feast after dawn.

Xia Feng is good, the clothes will dry quickly, Quan Heng motioned to the three people behind him not to follow too closely, Is there anything you want to tell me?

Did you blow up that gunboat?

Well, I'll give you a fireworks display, don't you like it? Quan Heng said with a smile.

This look... Mo Xiuyue's heart beat out of rhythm. This foreigner's eyelashes were long and dense, setting off these eyes that were naturally indifferent and gentle, like the reflection of green mountains in the center of the lake.

Like the clear moon she loves, and like the autumn leaves she looks at in the distance.

Mo Xiuyue averted her gaze for a moment: ...Funny words.

Quan Heng was already familiar with this type of evaluation. He smiled and looked away, thinking to himself: Let me tell you a story.

……what story?

It should be said that it's something from the past, Quan Heng said while flipping his prayer beads, Six years ago, my career had just started, and I had to take care of many of the ways myself. When I got to the last place, when I was discussing cooperation with the customs, A group of nominal [cultural relic restorers] and [archaeologists] came to my port, hoping to cooperate with me to take a batch of cultural relics out of the country.

Cultural relics? Mo Xiuyue frowned, Are you smuggling cultural relics?!

Her voice was raised a bit too high, and even the three people behind her looked at her.

No, Quan Heng said quietly, as he had expected it, I mean they wanted to cooperate with me, but I didn't agree. After all, I am a good citizen who loves peace and abides by the law and never violates discipline.

...?

Mo Xiuyue nodded doubtfully.

Although I didn't understand it, I felt that these words were inconsistent in some way, but I couldn't tell exactly where they were inconsistent.

The leader... Quan Heng pondered for a moment and said with a smile, She is a very powerful girl. I heard that she is the descendant of Captain Mo Jin. She gave me a list of cultural relics and said that I could choose as I pleased as a reward. She also told me There is a sunken ship under a certain area of ​​water in Meizhou. As long as I encircle the use rights of that sea area, she can find the sunken ship and let me choose the cultural relics first.

So cute.

A group of people with no money, no power, illegal business and no background dared to go to her to do business, and they also wanted to use the goods to be smuggled and an uncertain shipwreck as payment.

The courage was commendable, but it also came at a strange time, and even blocked her schedule.

The sea area is not deep, and there are many fishermen. I have never heard of any sunken ships, Quan Heng said. Later, I asked professionals to check but found nothing. The transaction was delayed a little, and the group of people were also rounded up and escaped. Almost all of them were shot to death in the process.”

You were rounded up after a little lag? Mo Xiuyue didn't understand, but she felt something was wrong here, What a coincidence.

Perhaps I am lucky enough to avoid the trouble of writing. Quan Heng said briefly, But the most important thing is that the batch of cultural relics to be smuggled disappeared, and there is no trace of them until now, and I I remember that there was a newly stolen cultural relic in the list given by those people, called——

Spring and Autumn Qin style dragon-shaped jade pendant.

Mo Xiuyue's expression changed suddenly. She stared at Quan Heng suddenly, but the latter seemed not to notice and continued: Could it be that some cultural relics really took the form? Are the other cultural relics in the ancient tombs in Guijia Mountain?

Mo Xiuyue stared at her closely, like a hedgehog whose fur suddenly exploded, turning its soft and relaxed thorns into extremely sharp ones, and tightened her lips to become alert.

The smell of the morning seemed to have changed, with a vague fishy smell, and Mo Xiuyue's heart suddenly rose, with a long-lost tingling and panic.

Xiuyue, Quan Heng paused, You seem a little afraid of me. You seem to want to get close and ask, but you are very wary and hesitant.

Mo Xiuyue was tense and did not answer.

Quan Heng thought for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed and spread his hands to her, Would you like some candy?

Mo Xiuyue was stunned for a moment. There was a fruit candy lying quietly in Quan Heng's hand, and the cellophane wrapper folded out a warm light.

sugar……

For a long time, Mo Xiuyue silently took the candy from Quan Heng's hand, lowering her head and saying nothing, just stroking the candy's body.

For a moment, the only sound around was the rustle of cellophane.

When did it start?

Quan Heng's question was endless, but Mo Xiuyue knew that the other party was talking about this map. She raised her head and quietly looked at the dead streets of the ancient town, and then looked at the faintly dawning horizon. After a long time, she lowered her head and moved. Lips:

...October 20, 1860.

1860... Quan Heng closed his eyes and repeated with a sigh, More than 160 years ago, Shan Gu said that no guests have come for a long time. I didn't expect this 'long time' to be... so long.

Mo Xiuyue still rubbed the candy wrapper uneasily with her fingers and said nothing.

The fishy smell in the air still didn't dissipate, and even became more abnormal and unpleasant with the heartbeat.

I see that the British soldiers who came to the town were injured when they returned. Quan Heng paused and whispered, Thank you for your hard work. You used the Yujing Beidou...

Mo Xiuyue suddenly sneered, ...did you see it?

Quan Heng noticed something was wrong, but Mo Xiuyue had already raised her head, and even slightly raised her jaw aggressively, her muscles tense to the point of stiffness.

Are you going to laugh at us too? Foreigners.

She said, gritting her teeth and glaring fiercely at Quan Heng, Yes, those robbers came for the cultural relics. They have guns and cannons. How can we stop such advanced weapons with only our bodies? The only one who can help us is jade. Beijing Beidou.

The monster is ugly, disgusting, and smells bad, but why do we, the townspeople, turn into horrible monsters at night? Because we have no choice!

If you don't turn into a monster, you will be killed at the neck. You asked me at that time how I could withstand a gunboat with only a shotgun? Yes, we can't withstand it, and we really can't defend it!

Mo Xiuyue took a deep, trembling breath. Her fingernails were digging into her fingers while she was rubbing the candy wrapper. She was exerting force unconsciously. She could smell the smell of blood in the air getting stronger, and she could faintly hear the sounds of hallucinatory crying.

It was a bloody self-esteem crying out. She was completely bruised by Ling Chi, and even her voice was choked with sobs.

You and I are from different eras. I heard those foreigners say six years ago that that era was civilized, peaceful, and advanced, just like those Westerners. Do you think we are ugly like those foreigners? We are barbaric and drink poison to quench our thirst. , it’s useless, I can’t even defend my own home!

Now I am just holding on to my guilt to please myself. What cultural relics are not cultural relics? In fact, they have long passed. They are just rags. Even if they are not given, they will be dug up and sold by future generations! Displayed in the foreign exhibition hall There are so many, not less than these few, and it is useless to guard them. If you naively think that you have made a great contribution, it is actually the self-deception of the weak——

Mo Xiuyue stopped abruptly, and Quan Heng reached out to caress her fingers that were self-flagellating out of fear.

This foreigner whom she was hostile to, fearful, and vaguely looking forward to at this moment lowered his eyes, peeled off the candy wrapper, and brought the candy to her mouth with a gentle tone:

Eat something sweet, it won't be so bitter.

Mo Xiuyue stared blankly for a long time before she opened her mouth. The fruit candy was obviously very sweet in her mouth, but she felt like crying at this moment. She had to swallow hard to suppress the sore sobs in her throat.

Although I have never experienced it personally and can only glimpse a vague corner of the historical record, I know that it was an era of confusion and despair. No one knew where the road ahead was, or even whether there was a road. Most of them People cannot shoulder the responsibility of light. At most, they can only be regarded as torches held in people's hands. They can slightly illuminate the front, but they cannot become the sun and point the direction for everyone.

Quan Heng gently brushed her messy hair, her voice was so soft and serious, it was as hot as a pot of sake simmered in the cold winter, burning all the internal organs pierced by the needle tip.

You said that you drank poison to quench your thirst, but this is not a choice or not, but a lack of choice. Everyone is just looking for a way out in a troubled world of displacement. A powerful emperor will be put under house arrest and humiliated, let alone the vast majority of ordinary people. ?

In late October 1860, the Summer Palace was burned and looted. You said that Wancheng was reimbursing cigarettes. I think you also know that the cultural relics were transported away by gunboats...

Mo Xiuyue opened her mouth and managed to make a sound: You...you know?

It's not that I know, it's that I have to remember.

Quan Heng looked at the dawn in the sky, ran his fingers over the red silk on his right arm, turned his head and said seriously:

So what you are protecting is not just cultural relics, but also enthusiasm. This is not naivety, but rebellion against aggression and oppression.

There is no reliable news about the arrival of the geese, and it is impossible to realize the dream of returning home after a long journey. I don't know that you are afraid because of the tomb-robber gang six years ago, but I am sorry that the first reply I brought to you from my hometown is one of disparagement and denial.

Quan Heng folded the colorful glass candy wrappers into a small and exquisite handmade heart. It was so beautiful. She put this beauty into Mo Xiuyue's hand with residual warmth.

But please don't be afraid of me. I didn't want to do anything. I asked how to enter the ancient tomb in Guijia Mountain because I wanted to take them home. Yujing Beidou cannot defeat all laws at once. This kind of pollution is not simply The power, the long-term disease, the monster's curse, I want to end this nightmare.

And, we never deny that we were weak in the past, and we are even weak now, but the weak have their own way of survival, and the weak have their own way of protecting what they cherish, even if it costs everything.

——He is a weakling, but he is also a hero.

Mo Xiuyue's fingers trembled and she clenched the candy wrapper tightly. She felt so painful but felt at ease. It was like searching desperately in the dead leaves, and finally found the green vitality. After being depressed, I just wanted to take a big breath.

You said...you want to know the way to the ancient tomb in Guijia Mountain and want to end all this?

Yes. Quan Heng said.

You know that we are weak, but you still think that all our persistence is meaningful and that we are heroes?

Yes. Quan Heng nodded.

...Funny words. Mo Xiuyue laughed hoarsely, with sour tears falling, But even though I knew it was a trap created by you, I still wanted to sugarcoat it. I'm really stupid.

She pulled out the sharp knife that had been inserted into the depths of her soul like she was committing suicide, but she could no longer smell the stench that had lingered for six years. The wounds and scars healed slowly, and her flesh and blood grew as before.

Finally she was as glorious as a martyr.