From star abyss

Chapter 576 280. Midsummer is about to pass

[The resurrection point has been reset...]

When Caramel Snail wakes up, the weather is no longer so groggy, the purple sun is rising in the east, the breeze is gentle, and the unique humidity of midsummer has subsided.

"Ugh, I feel like I wasted another day."

But after all, it's already the end of the season, the experience has been accumulated, and the level has reached the upper limit. Caramel Snail is not in a hurry to increase its combat power, just go out to play and change its mood.

He left the room. Li Ozi had been waiting for him in the restaurant for a long time.

"You took a nap."

Li Ozi picked up the bone china cup and took a sip of coffee.

"It's better to say that you got up very early. Besides, I can't decide what time I get up..."

caramel snail complained.

The game sets the minimum sleep time to no less than 8 hours. What can he do?

"You're up, let's have breakfast."

Li Ozi knocked the milkshake casually with a spoon, then opened the newspaper and read the news that happened last night:

"A fire broke out in Suro City last night. Fortunately, there were no casualties. Some citizens claimed to hear noises that made people excited and made it difficult to sleep..."

Snapped!

"noise!"

Before Xia Beiluo finished speaking, the man reflected in the window immediately cursed:

"These priests with no taste actually call punk noise? Do you have any brains? If you copy a few verses less, you won't have no artistic understanding at all!"

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Xia Beiluo waved quickly:

"This is in a public place. Aren't you afraid of being noticed by other psychics and arrested?"

"Don't yell yourself, others won't notice you. As for me - why should I be afraid?"

Igor crossed his arms and walked out of the mirror, then sat opposite her and asked.

"Don't be ridiculous. You played music last night and encouraged the crowd to set fires and dance in the streets. No one was nearly killed!"

Xia Beiluo muttered.

"Didn't that make a fuss?

Gore said innocently:

"Don't be so eager to blame me. How do you know that those people won't be very happy? Maybe they have been tortured by the curfew for so long, and they have long been exhausted."

"There is no such thing! The church said that the curfew is to protect people from being harmed by wandering spirits."

"Well, I understand, I understand. They have been saying this since ancient times. At first, they arranged for people to rotate guard, and then came the night watch system. Then when the scale became large, they found that standing guard and watching could not solve the problem, and then they simply banned the night watch. Go out—guess what happens next?”

Igor sneered:

"They will take away your power step by step, and in the end you will have to ask the gods for permission to eat and drink water - shit, the church is still the same as before. I'm so damn familiar with it."

Xia Beiluo was speechless.

"Your meal."

The waiter casually dropped a bowl of oatmeal porridge and boiled potatoes on her table. Xia Beiluo thanked them twice and started to devour them.

"Don't worry, no one will compete with you for the swill." Igor crossed his legs and held his head in his hands, looking carefree.

Xia Beiluo ignored him and just worked hard.

Fourteen hours ago, Igor controlled her body and used music to direct an unprecedented riot.

As his guitar played, people took to the streets, singing and dancing, in flagrant disobedience to the church's curfew at the end of summer.

They threw torches at the church building, strangers hugged each other freely, drank and chatted, men kissed women, women kissed women, women kissed dogs, and the dogs were thrown into the sewer.

At that moment, there was only freedom, or rather the smell of chaos, in the air.

She was so frightened that she fled Suluo City overnight with her luggage and guitar. She fled in a hurry and came to this motel. She couldn't hold on any longer, so she took a break to recuperate.

Xia Beiluo witnessed all that happened, and knew clearly how Igor did it with this guitar. She glanced at the guitar case at hand and couldn't help but twitch her lips.

"Igor, who are you?" She closed her mouth and asked in her heart.

"dead."

Igor said casually.

"I know you're dead...I mean, who were you before?"

Xia Beiluo asked seriously.

Igor replied:

"Poor people, workers, musicians, dead people."

"...No more?" Xia Beiluo was surprised: "That's it?"

"What else do you want? A boring emotional history, a poor background, a chaotic upbringing and a cliche black awakening? And then die angrily - fuck, save it, that stuff was outdated in my time. "

Igor Cui tried to touch the cigarette on the table, but as soon as his hand grabbed it, it immediately turned into a puddle of phantom debris.

"Fuck, how bad is your psychic sense? I don't even have the ability to move at all, and I'm really weak, so I fell into your hands."

Xia Beiluo looked at the other person cursing, but her mind calmed down. She recalled the contents of the textbook and asked tentatively:

"Your body is not made of spiritual power... Are you not a spiritual body?"

"Of course I'm not. If I were a spirit, on this planet full of [spirits] and [shamans], I would have been arrested long ago."

When Igor said this, he suddenly stood up and took a few steps left and right.

"How should I explain to you? The process is very complicated. There are many reasons why I am like this. 50 years ago, I did many earth-shattering things. But now, even if I play music again, They won't even remember that I was here...fuck, it's really sad to think about it, now I'm stuck with a garbage collector."

Igor put his hands on his hips and looked out the motel window.

Xia Beiluo thought for a while and said, "You mean, you must have been a big shot before, right?"

"Big shot? No, I am a thorn in the side of those big shots. They want to get rid of me every day, but people like me and they believe in everything I bring to them, so they don't dare to get rid of me."

Igor sighed:

"Then, I died in a car accident. How ironic - the priests wanted to kill me but couldn't, but an out-of-control car did."

"A car accident can take away your life - were you a mortal during your lifetime?"

"Of course I am, I've been a mortal all my life."

As Igor said that, he took off his sunglasses and looked at Xia Beiluo, but the conversation changed:

"But I'm not now."

"Now, you are..."

"I don't know what I am now."

Igor put on his sunglasses and walked back and forth in the restaurant. From time to time he looked at the billboards that were the same as those of ten or fifty years ago:

"You can walk in the sun for a long time without consuming spiritual energy."

He stood in the sun, facing the purple sun, safe and sound.

"Contacting a living person will not take away the other person's body temperature."

He casually brushed the passerby's shoulder, but the latter showed no reaction.

"It will not be seen by anyone other than the owner of the guitar."

He even sat down on the bar to block the view of the landlady, who was still staring at the mime on the TV.

"These places are absolutely incomparable to regular spirits."

"But I am sure that I have transcended the 'spiritualist' world view restricted by the [Weird] path. Their idealistic understanding cannot understand my existence. Only a change of world view and cognitive concepts can explain my existence. "

"If I could, I'd also like to know what I am."