A Weird Theater That Started In London

In the first year of Chongzhen, the border of Daming.

behind.

Jin Ming continued.

Someone is fighting.

But Ding Xiu didn't care, and put his hand on his injured abdomen, looking at the dozen or so ownerless horses not far away, and the corpse of the Jurchen lying on the ground, lost in memory.

The Qi family's army fought against the Japanese in the south and fought against the captives in the north, but they were massacred by the corrupt officials of the Ming Dynasty at Shimen, leaving only a few bloodlines to wander in the rivers and lakes.

Unfortunately, the master Ding Baiying still could not escape his fate and died at the hands of Jin Yiwei, as did the two juniors Ding Tai and Ding Chong. Only the younger junior Ding Xian was hunted down by Jin Yiwei with him.

And not long ago, the junior brother who joined Jin Yiwei under the pseudonym Jin Yichuan also died...

In the world, he is really the only one.

"Law of Law"

There was movement from the ownerless war horse again, wandering around corpses with pigtails of money. They were Jurchens who came to meet Zhao Jingzhong under the order of Empress Jin Dahan.

Now, all dead.

After all, killing Jiannu is not only a national enmity, but also a family hatred. The Qi family army was outnumbered in the Hunhe battle and was besieged and killed by the Jurchens. Today, as the successor of the Qi family army, it is natural to avenge their ancestors.

"Let's go."

At this time, a man exuding a strong smell of blood and covered in dust staggered towards him. He was Shen Lian, the younger brother's sworn brother.

Hearing this, Ding Xiu stood up holding the long-handled seedling knife, and looked into the bushes.

There was also a detached corpse lying there, dressed as a Central Plains man, with a newly shaved money rattail, which could be seen from the green stubble beside the braid.

The goose-winged knife beheading his elder brother was the weapon used by Shen Lian to worship his elder brother, while the mandarin duck-broken knife of his junior brother was inserted in his kidneys, as if he had completed some kind of worship ceremony.

"Zhao Jingzhong."

After murmuring a name, Ding Xiu turned around with the Miao Dao in his hand, and got on his horse.

This traitorous thing looked down on him, and felt that he came from a lowly background, and he, who was of the blood of the Qi family army, didn't bother to look at scum at all.

"If you didn't kill Zhao Jingzhong, I would kill you too."

Shen Lian was speechless.

After a long silence, he asked, "Where are you going?"

"Jiangnan."

Ding Xiu casually said a name, for a lonely ghost like him, it doesn't matter where he goes.

…

After a few days.

On the outskirts of the capital, the two riders parted ways.

The Ming Dynasty has decayed so far that it is no longer worthy of anyone's allegiance. Ding Xiu, who claims to be a prodigal, has no intention of stepping into the officialdom, let alone fighting for him, so as not to become a wild ghost under the sword of his own people.

It sucks, it can't be helped.

Qi Jiajun, cut off.

Nothing can be saved.

He wanted to go to the south of the Yangtze River to see his master Ding Baiying and his two younger brothers, and then bury the younger brother's ashes next to him, and find a good place for himself by the way.

"Do you want to realize the meaning of life?"

However, Ding Xiu, who was on the horseback with a hundred taels of silver wrapped around his waist and holding a Miao knife, suddenly heard a voice.

But looking around, there was no one around, and he was not on the official path, and the surroundings were extremely desolate.

"Do you want to realize the meaning of life?"

There was another questioning voice, and the voice became louder and louder. It seemed that if there was no answer, it would only grow louder.

Do you want to understand what it means to be alive?

Only a fool would ask this kind of question, Ding Xiu wondered, could it be that the Jurchen poisoned their weapons during the border fight not long ago?

That's how I let myself have this illusion!

Sure enough, following the third sound, Ding Xiu reined in his horse subconsciously, and started cursing, saying Jian Nu was despicable and so on.

In addition, he really couldn't figure out why the toxicity had delayed the onset until now, and it only made him hallucinate, and the scene was so weird.

"Do you want to realize the meaning of life? Do you want true life!"

This time, I asked one more question.

Want to be truly alive?

"I'm alive now!"

The moment he formally responded to these words, Ding Xiu felt as if he had fallen from his horse, and darkness enveloped him, and countless strange and incredible scenes appeared in front of his eyes.

The sad wind is miserable, the long night is dark and the sky is invisible, there are many swords and swords, and countless **** burning ghost kings are sitting on a strange mountain, and they are also looking at themselves...

"Damn, what a hell!" Ding Xiu couldn't make a sound, he could only curse in his heart.

Cold and dark.

After an unknown amount of time passed, he slowly opened his eyes, and there were densely packed strange houses in his sight, while he was lying on the ground, with a hard feeling coming from his back.

Immediately afterwards, Ding Xiu clearly saw small characters appearing on the bricks beside him.

When: Early 21st century? ? ?

Perhaps sensing his doubts, he added another paragraph later.

It has been 372 years since Zhu Youjian, the king of Xin, succeeded to the throne, 356 years since the Ming Dynasty perished, and 88 years since the Qing Dynasty established by the Later Jin Dynasty.

Nearly four hundred years later?

Jiannu unified the Central Plains?

In an instant, Ding Xiu felt that he was crazy, or in other words, the golden man was really shameless.

But some things are not transferred by his will, and still emerge.

Location: Wanxiang, Hong Kong Island

Background: glutinous rice with red thread, copper coins for spells, zombies and ghosts, and Taoist spells.

Everything that will eventually dissipate, but slowly reappears, is it a flashback of the doomed age, or a hint of the return of Hong Kong's phantom?

"Bullshit doesn't make sense!"

Ding Xiu supported the Miao Dao that he always held tightly in his hand no matter what happened, slowly stood up from the ground, and looked around.

Hong Kong Island?

never heard of that.

It's Wanxiang... He once heard that an island in the south seemed to be doing business with the Yi people, selling all kinds of scented wood.

But at this moment, surrounded by buildings on all sides, standing in the middle, looking up, the sky is divided into countless pieces by countless messy long lines.

This is four hundred years later?

I don't know when, the truth is gradually accepted.

As soon as the idea came up, a piece of information flooded into Ding Xiu's mind, and at the same time, small **** words flashed in his eyes.

Personal information is as follows:

Name: Ding Xiu

Status: Slight abdominal injury has scabbed over

Specialization: Qi Family Sword Technique, Miao Sword Technique

General: Getting Started with Cold Weapons

Weapon: Meiying Great Royal Forest Saber

Features: Killing ghosts and descending spirits five times, killing demons and exorcising evil spirits

At the same time, some special memories flooded into my mind, about some details of life on Hong Kong Island four hundred years later, such as:

The currency name is Hong Kong dollars.

This place is called a housing estate, a well-known gathering place for the poor, and I need to live in it, kill ghosts and zombies, and further awaken my own characteristics, that is:

Five rampant.

An evil **** who does all kinds of bad things in the world, such as murder, robbery, arson, and molesting good women. The people respect and fear him, and worship with incense.

In addition, he is also a hero among ghosts. Legend has it that after Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang sealed off his officials, he forgot the soldiers who died for the country, and faced the ghosts who died in battle to ask him for credit, he sent east, south, west, north, and middle roads The ghosts of the ghosts, summed up as five rampages, ordered the people to sacrifice from time to time...

While thinking about it, a white-haired, round-faced old man in uniform appeared, looked up and down Ding Xiu, who was dressed in ancient clothes and covered in dust, seemed to have thought of something, his eyes were no longer vigilant, and asked:

"I'm a manager of public housing, you look very unfamiliar, come to rent a house, or find someone?"

"Just sent up one, called Qian Xiaohao, who is with you, a play actor."

Chapter 2: The Heavens Walk: Starting with Security

"This public housing is huge, with dozens of floors. It's easy for strangers to get lost when they come here for the first time. Come with me."

The fat old man walked in front to lead the way, he didn't care about Ding Xiu's appearance, he smiled and said: "The props you are carrying are quite real, I know, young people like this now, so does my grandson, what is it called Feicun Jianxin, Japanese ronin."

"..." Ding Xiu.

This name sounds like a Japanese.

In the end of the Ming Dynasty, the prohibition of using the Japanese was very strict, and the common people in Luxiang even pointed at the Japanese and scolded them. In other words, the most swearing words of the common people in the Ming Dynasty were:

You are a Japanese pirate, and your whole family is a Japanese pirate...

Especially for the descendants of the Qi family sword, it is really hard to accept being compared with Japanese pirates.

However, after receiving some relevant information, this kind of strange power happened to him again. To be honest, Ding Xiu didn't want to cause trouble.

What's more, this old man did it unintentionally. He can tell the difference between real insults and jokes.

You have received a letter of appointment from Fangshu, and will serve as the estate administrator's guardian envoy]

As far as he could see, small **** characters appeared on a gray and white wall, and Ding Xiu was keenly aware that there was something extra in his arms.

administrator?

This is difficult to understand for the time being, even if he has a relevant memory, but the words "guardian" as a supplement later made him understand instantly that he has become an official, and his rank is not at the bottom.

Elevator entrance.

A man in his forties wearing a gray vest saw Ding Xiu with surprise in his eyes. He was obviously frightened by his appearance. Then he looked at the fat old man who was leading the way and greeted him:

"Morning, Uncle Yan."

"Who is this…"

The fat old man who was called Uncle Yan responded familiarly, and he didn't look away. He patted Ding Xiu's shoulder and said in surprise: "Good boy, you can't see it in loose clothes, you have muscles!"

"This is the friend of the actor Qian Xiaohao, who is probably from the martial arts background and is a Lianjiazi."

Immediately introduced again.

Play actor?

Isn't it just an actor?

In addition, Ding Xiu didn't know that person named Qian Xiaohao at all. According to the prompt, he touched his bosom and took out an official document with a red seal.

"The old man misunderstood, I am an administrator sent by the Housing Department."

Talk to people when you see them.

Ding Xiu has a strong ability to adapt, otherwise how could he be with Bibala, Zhao Jing, Zhongxu and Snake. Although he still doesn't understand the situation, he must settle down as soon as possible when he arrives in a strange place.

"Oh, so you are the administrator of the new school. Great, old man, I can finally take a rest." The fat old man Uncle Yan smiled, and the wrinkles on his face suddenly bloomed like chrysanthemums.

The previous guardian envoy?

grow up like this...

To be honest, for a moment, Ding Xiu vaguely understood, feeling that he might be tricked.

"Don't worry, you won't be tired, just walk around the dozen or so floors from time to time during the day and night to prevent thieves and outsiders from running in, and then help everyone repair the door..."

"Oh, by the way, do you want this security uniform? I'm a fat old man, so why don't you buy another one yourself? In fact, it doesn't matter whether you change it or not. There are only a dozen residents here, so there are not so many rules."

While listening to Uncle Yan's words, Ding Xiu looked around, only to see an iron door open, and followed the old man's guidance, and stepped in.

The middle-aged man I met just now waved outside and said with a smile: "The water pipe in my house seems to be broken. I may trouble you two."

"Okay, I'll be at the door in a while." Uncle Yan responded with a smile.

It's not even as fast as a catch.

Work as a hired worker for a dozen families? !

The above is Ding Xiu's perception of his new identity.

"Young man, work with me for two days first, and get acquainted with the neighbors here..."

Uncle Yan, who had already entered the state, subconsciously stretched out his hand to Ding Xiu's chest, wanting to help him get the package.

Put the knife into the sheath and cut it horizontally.

"Thank you for your kindness, I will come by myself."

The package contained the ashes of junior brother Ding Xian, and some soft goods, Ding Xiu didn't want others to touch it.

Uncle Yan: "..."

In fact, this good old man has nothing to complain about, he just feels that the young people nowadays are hard to get along with, so in order to ease the atmosphere, he took the initiative to say:

"Have you eaten yet? I'm treating you. Let's go to Ah You's to order."

Although he was suspected of taking advantage, Ding Xiu still didn't care because he was really hungry.

Just like that, the two walked out of the elevator again and walked towards the back of the building.

All kinds of small shops come into view.

Although it was messy, it did exude a strong aroma of fireworks.

In the Ming kitchen, a middle-aged man with a fat body was frying glutinous rice, but he didn't control the strength when shaking the spoon.

"Clumsy! Ten dollars will be deducted from you, get out of the way, let me do it!"

On the chair next to him, a little old man in a big yellow robe and round-rimmed glasses pushed the cook away, impatiently frying glutinous rice.

Add lard, fry the glutinous rice, turn the spoon out of the pot, and spray a sip of white wine, it looks very skillful.

However, the fat middle-aged cook was always standing there~www.readwn.com~ not daring to move. Seeing this, the little old man said in a bad mood:

"Go get cold water, do you want me to teach you? Stand here and act like a zombie, you punk!"

zombie.

Ding Xiu, who was just looking at it curiously, regained his energy in an instant, and Uncle Yan who was beside him stopped watching the show, and said in a loud voice, "A friend, here are two fried rice. A new administrator is here today. Two dishes and a bottle of white, let's drink together."

"We want to eat stir-fried vegetables at noon? Is there any mistake? Forget it, for your sake, okay."

Ayou pushed the glasses frame.

Afterwards, his eyes locked on Ding Xiu, with a strong sense of scrutiny.

This kid has killed people before, and his evil spirit is stronger than the statue enshrined in Wuzhan Temple.

Live Yan Luo!

A thought flashed through my mind.

"What are you looking at, hurry up and cook. The young man is hungry. Ever since he came here, he has been staring at your fried rice stall."

Uncle Yan scolded with a smile: "Since the old boy started frying glutinous rice, his temper has become more and more stinky. He is also a Taoist priest, and Ah Jiu built a family temple in his own house next door. Many people come here especially for the name, and the incense and money continue... "

"A Taoist can pinch and count, how can he be so downcast, old man, tell me?"

A man can bend and stretch, Ding Xiu didn't say he had a flattering face, but he lowered his posture and took the initiative to pull a stool from under the table for Uncle Yan.

Hearing this, Uncle Yan glanced at the stall more than 20 meters away from the corner of his eye, and saw that Ah You was busy making vegetables, so he lowered his voice and said, "Don't spread the word, let's put it this way, his family is all Taoist priests, and they come from the same line. There are real skills.

When I was young, Ah You's father was very busy and often went out to run business, so he left him at the neighbor's house in the neighborhood. Unfortunately, he never came back after going out once... I heard that he was killed by a ghost, and this kid can only study by himself. "