The System Exploded And I Became The System

"Why did you die without telling me clearly? What should I do if I call you a slave?"

On the stage, the woman with pink blush on her face fell to her knees.

Under the high-pitched voice, the tinkling beats of the music make people feel like they are beating in the bottom of their hearts.

"Now that my husband is gone, how can the slave family survive?"

"Pfft!" The woman pulled out the dagger that had penetrated the man's chest and stabbed it directly into her own body!

It was also at this moment that Cang Poshi was shocked to realize that the woman singing on the stage had really stabbed the dagger into her body, stirring out the bright red internal organs!

The bright red blood flowed directly from the stage!

The spectators in the audience cheered loudly and clapped their hands, as if they didn't realize that the opera singer was about to die!

Cang Poshi was about to step forward to save people, but Ning Buxiu put a hand on his shoulder: "Uncle Cang, this is a show."

"What kind of show? They just watched the opera singer die on the stage? And what happened to the opera singer? Did she really kill the man who played the husband and then commit suicide?!" Cang Poshi couldn't calm down.

Under the heavy uneasiness, it reminded him of some experience in his middle age, and a touch of fear rose in his eyes.

"Uncle Cang, haven't you seen the true situation of this place clearly?" Ning Buxiu's calm words suppressed Cang Poshi's inner uneasiness.

"The real situation? Isn't this Scalper Town?"

"Let's go, go to the hotel first." Ning Buxiu turned around without explanation.

Inn.

The direct relatives of the Gao family all slept in the room, and there were one or two guards guarding each door.

In the room, Gao Lang was crying and copying the book his father ordered him to copy on the table.

"The oil lamps that are lit in this place are all of the century-old style. They are bulky and difficult to use. The lamps are so dim that it makes me blind when copying books."

While muttering, the young man yawned.

His nose was twitching slightly, and he could faintly smell the pleasant smell of sandalwood. Didn't he remember that there was any incense in the room?

The inn downstairs.

Ning Buxiu unabashedly carried a brand new sword on his back and walked over with Cang Poshi full of questions: "Boss, stay in the hotel."

After the voice fell, in this night, the front desk was dark and unlit, and a slightly fat figure slowly stood up.

"Staying in a hotel? Okay, how many rooms do you want?" the owner asked with a smile and squinted eyes.

"One room." As he said that, Ning Buxiu put half a tael of silver on the wooden cabinet at the front desk. After a moment of pause, he asked, "By the way, shopkeeper, what's your name?"

"Me? My name is Yu Yong. Sir, you can just call me Shopkeeper Yu."

"Yes." Nodding, Ning Buxiu put down the money in his hand and immediately took the house sign.

Cang Poshi, who was behind, paused for breath.

He deliberately asked what the store's name was. It was obviously the young master who asked him.

But he was not familiar with the name Yu Yong. He had never heard of it.

With this in mind, Cang Poshi slowly followed Ning Buxiu upstairs.

When you step on the wooden stairs, there is an inevitable hollow muffled sound. Perhaps due to the passage of time, in addition to the muffled sound, there are more creaking sounds.

It seems that the stairs will collapse soon.

Cang Poshi remembered that the shopkeeper Yu from Huangniu Town sent him a letter half a year ago, saying that many things in his restaurant had been renovated and he was welcome to come and play. Logically speaking, although the previous boss Yu was gone, this time The decoration of the store's facilities should also be brand new. Why now...

"Yu Yong." He couldn't help chewing this name in his heart, and as if he thought of something, Cang Poshi's breathing gradually became faster.

And with his enlarged eyes, he suddenly stopped walking!

Isn't this name on Fatty Yu's ancestral tablet? !

"Come in." Ning Buxiu had already opened the door.

But now, Cang Poshi was filled with intensifying problems and walked into the room with a few steps.

"What's going on? Isn't Yu Yong the ancestor of Fatty Yu?! Is this a coincidence or...?"

At this age, after Cang Poshi realized that he had fallen into that kind of taboo situation, his expression showed a hint of panic and even despair!

"This is the town of Yellow Ox a hundred years ago." Ning Buxiu spoke, making Cang Poshi's old face turn even whiter.

"What about the people in this town?"

"Except for the other group of people in this inn, everyone else is a ghost."

"Ghost? A ghost in a town?!" Cang Poshi lost his voice.

"Don't be afraid. The ghosts in this town still think that they are human beings. They are also the ancestors of Scalper Town. They will not have any inexplicable malice towards us. They are also attracted by the ghost show." After saying this, Ning Buxiu's tone became slightly more serious. : "What needs attention is the ghost in the play."

"This foreign ghost in the drama is the root cause of Cholera Scalper Town."

"This... young master, how do you know so much? And, aren't you afraid?" After his mood calmed down a bit, Cang Poshi realized that the person in front of him who had always looked like a senior to soothe his emotions was Ning Buxi.

My young master is still a weakling in the family. Even if he knows a lot of things, it is absolutely extremely dangerous in a place like this!

"I have practiced martial arts." Ning Buxiu said briefly.

Hearing this, Cang Poshi choked.

Martial arts can only show off its cruelty in front of people. Compared with the weird thoughts, they are two completely different worlds!

"Master, this is not something that martial arts can make up for. Besides, Master, I have seen you learn goshawk legs before. Such rudimentary skills are really..."

Listening to Cang Poshi's words, Ning Buxiu shook his head and said nothing.

It is impossible for ordinary people to understand the means by which the system can help them improve their martial arts.

There was no need for him to explain.

Vaguely, a faint scent of sandalwood drifted into his nose, which only made Ning Bujiu slowly narrow his eyes.

"Squeak~" Under the quiet night, somewhere on the second floor of the inn, a room door slowly opened with a long and melodious voice, like a high-pitched voice in a drama.

In the invisible breeze, the faint sandalwood fragrance gradually became stronger.

It's like someone is carrying a pot of spices, moving from far to near, getting closer...

"Snoring~" Cang Poshi, whose eyelids were heavy, fell asleep directly.

As for Ning Buxiu, his eyes were slightly closed, but the hot blood in his body kept rushing towards his brain as he moved. He seemed to be asleep, but in fact he was in a false drowsiness.

"Tap~tap~tap~"

There was a clear sound of footsteps on the wooden boards of the corridor.

Not long after, Ning Buxiu could clearly see a human silhouette clearly appearing outside the wooden window of his door!

The other party carried the rich sandalwood fragrance, stepped on the clear steps, and finally stamped his feet in front of his door!