The back mountain of Zhenjing Taoist Temple has fallen into chaos.

After Chen Shu became a ghost, he launched an indiscriminate attack, but the impact is not very big at present.

After all, the location he is located is the most remote place in Zhenjing Taoist Temple.

Ji Li had an ancient bronze coffin and had already learned about the other party's abnormality, so it was no problem to escape.

After smashing the wall, he climbed over the exterior wall, and now he has entered the pedestrian back street.

Apart from a wall, the tourists here are still obsessed with the afternoon trip and enjoy it.

Ji Li dusted out the lime on his body, ignored everyone's gaze, and walked quickly towards the distance.

This trip to Shanghai Stock Exchange is over here.

He got some of the truth from fifty years ago, but still couldn't solve it.

The defection of Miaojiang and the disappearance of Tong'en and his wife seem to prove Ji Li's position.

Ji Li is a minion of Tianhai Hotel.

However, if we look at the future events of Chunshan, there may be another explanation for the matter.

No matter what Ji Li is now, Ji Li must have been a living person fifty years ago.

Being with the sky and the sea is ultimately a matter of being a tiger.

This principle is easy to understand.

So Ji Li speculated that maybe she was sacrificing some people to plan some major events fifty years ago.

And this big incident should have failed.

The final outcome was that all his companions died, he lost all his memories and was beaten back to the seventh branch, starting from scratch.

What is terrible is not failure, but time.

During this long time, he is gradually losing his original intention.

The inhuman experience has made him uninhuman and ghostly, and he even forgot about what he once was.

He no longer cared about the human instinct to survive.

He is slowly forgetting his obsession.

Perhaps, Ji Li, fifty years ago, was a person who was loyal to life and brave enough to survive.

But the power of time is too powerful.

It turned Ji Li, who was once brave and lively, into a pale piece of paper.

Fifty years ago, fifty years later, life and death.

Since the first time I opened my eyes a few months ago, Ji Li saw the world full of strangeness.

He has never found his true goal.

It will be difficult for him to see Miaojiang again in the future.

But this woman brought something valuable after all.

Fifty years ago, the major event that Ji Li planned did not completely fail.

At least he is still alive, no matter what way.

So, what Ji Li has to do next is to find his heart and make himself a vivid person again.

For the future of Chunshan Mountain, Tong'en and his wife, Mo, the gloomy man who still didn't know his name...

Even Miaojiang.

Complete the major event that had not yet ended fifty years ago.

...

"Manager Ji, have you returned to Shanming City?"

On the high-speed rail, Ji Li was still sitting by the window, looking at the flashing scenery with his head against the glass in a daze.

Clay's inquiry came from the headphones.

"Back."

Ji Li didn't say much, in fact, he was not a person who likes to talk much.

"Oh, that's a pity. I have something urgent to go back, and I'm thinking about let's go together."

When Clay said this, he paused deliberately, as if waiting for Jili's reply.

But Ji Li obviously had no intention of talking to him, so he could only give an explanation by himself in embarrassment.

"This time I suddenly went back, it was Gu Xingjian's meaning.

He seemed to be interested in sending me to Tiannan Drama Academy to collect information."

When talking about the serious business, Ji Li naturally had to speak, and he immediately asked:

"It's been so long since he should have sent someone to come or used a sin."

“The weirdness is here.

During these two days and two nights, seven clerks disappeared strangely in the ninth branch.

There are fewer people, but we can't remember which seven are fewer?

After Gu Xingjian sent people to Tiannan Drama Academy for the eighth time, two people in the branch were reduced.

There were nine clerks missing, but none of us could remember. Who were these nine people?

Their traces of existence seem to have been erased from this world."

Clay's tone this time was full of solemnity, obviously he was a little scared.

What is even more terrifying than death is the forgotten by this world.

There is nothing strange about the ninth branch that has so many people died at Tiannan Theatre Academy.

However, what Ji Li valued was why Gu Xingjian knew this and was still sending people to die.

The only explanation is that Gu Xingjian is likely to be conducting some kind of experiment.

He is using his life to verify something at Tiannan Drama Academy.

Ji Li's long silence made Clay feel even more unfair.

This time he returned to the branch, Gu Xingjian named it.

Every group of people sent to Tiannan Drama Academy has gone without returning.

The way of death was too strange and could not even reveal any information, which was too much pressure for him.

He could only ask again:

"How strong is that ghost?"

Ji Li couldn't answer this question, so he could only tell the truth:

"As long as you are not in the mission, whoever goes or dies."

Clay hung up the phone during a long silence, apparently already having his own idea.

Ji Li looked out the window in a heavy mood, and there should be another sentence behind this sentence.

"I'm afraid even in the mission, it's hard for anyone to survive."

...

By the time Ji Li came out of the high-speed rail station, it was getting late.

The sun is about to disappear on the horizon, and a crescent moon is revealed.

At the crowded and noisy entrance of the station, countless taxis are waiting for passengers in the prescribed places.

The weather is getting colder and the temperature at night has dropped to five or six degrees.

The cold wind blew up Ji Li's long hair, and he wrapped his clothes tightly and walked towards a taxi.

"moat."

The station is not very far from the Seventh Branch, and the drive is only about half an hour.

The driver who had been running for a day had no gossip at this moment, but occasionally he was waiting for a red light to browse short videos.

Time comes to 6:39 in the evening.

The street lights of the city and the signs on the street have already lit up, and the outside world has begun night life.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Ji Li looked at the scene outside the window and found that he was walking a familiar road.

The red lanterns on both sides of the road illuminate a street with special architecture and retro style in the Republic of China style.

About a month ago, he and Yu Guo passed by here.

And a day later, he returned to this street and went over to carry out a life-and-death mission.

After a long time, when Ji Li passed by this place again, he still felt a strange feeling when he looked at the streets and alleys outside the window.

Today is December 1st.

The street of the Republic of China was empty and the shops were closed.

The uneven stone brick avenue made the vehicles move forward with extra bumpy bumps, one after another, just like the heart of a living person beating.

I don't know when the driver made no sound again.

It seemed that Ji Li was the only one left in the world, sitting in a car that was unknown where to go.

Ji Li's face turned gloomy. He grabbed the car door with one hand and looked at the driver's seat.

There was no light in the car, it was all illuminated by red lanterns. In the dim light, there was only the driver's dark back.

I can't even hear the breathing sound.

Vehicles do not drive fast on this kind of road surface, and the frequency of images flashing outside the window is very slow.

Ji Li didn't want to stay in this iron shell anymore, so he opened the car door with his fingers and jumped out.

After several rolls, he supported the ground with one hand and slowly stood up.

There was only Ji Li, the entire Republic of China street.

There was a thick blue fog in front of me, and the same was true behind me.

The strange taxi rushed straight into the fog and disappeared without a trace.

Ji Li's heart was beating faintly, and a sound of musical instruments sounded in his ears.

The lyrics of yah yah quietly floated from the thick fog in front of them.

The opera is gentle and sad, like a woman sobbing at midnight, deeply touching.

When you are excited, there are still real cheers.

Ji Li unconsciously walked towards the thick fog, and many voices became more and more real, as if in front of him.

Soon, he finally arrived at the source of the sound.

It was a wide stage, directly blocking both ends of the street.

The audience in front of the stage was filled with darkness, sitting under the stage listening to the play with bright eyes.

Such a large formation almost occupied half of the street.

Everyone had their backs to Ji Li, except for the two men in costumes on the stage.

The female actor shook her sleeves and danced lightly, holding a sword in her hand, and her makeup was wet with tears.

The sword was crossed across her snow-white neck and could be cut at any time.

The lyrics in my mouth become more and more sad as the play reaches its climax.

Hundreds of viewers were completely immersed in the play and couldn't help but burst into tears.

The heavy fog traps the long street, and the stage is singing a classic opera:
Chapter completed!