Weird Regulator

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

After Chen Shu turned into a ghost, he launched an indiscriminate attack, but so far the impact was not significant.

After all, the location he was in was considered the most remote place in Zhenjing Taoist Temple.

Ji Li has an ancient bronze coffin and has already learned about the other party's anomalies, so escaping is not a problem.

After breaking open the wall, he climbed over the outer wall and now entered the pedestrian backstreet.

Separated by a wall, tourists here are still enjoying their afternoon activities and never get tired of it.

Ji Li dusted off the lime on his body, ignored everyone's gazes, and walked quickly into the distance.

This time's trip to Shanghai should come to an end.

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

Miao Jiang's defection and the disappearance of Tong En and his wife seemed to prove Ji Li's position.

Ji Li is a minion of Tianhai Hotel.

However, judging from the future events of Chunshan, there may be another explanation for the matter.

No matter what Ji Li is now, there is no doubt that Ji Li fifty years ago was a living person.

Associating with Tianhai is ultimately seeking the skin of a tiger.

This principle is very simple and easy to understand.

So Ji Li speculated that maybe he was sacrificing some people fifty years ago to plan some kind of big event.

And this big event should have failed.

The final outcome is that all his companions die, he loses all his memory, and is sent back to the Seventh Branch to start from scratch.

The terrible thing is not failure, but the years.

During this long period of time, he was gradually losing his original intention.

The inhuman experience has turned him into a human and a ghost, and he has even forgotten the things he once was like a human being.

He no longer cared about the human instinct to survive.

He is also slowly forgetting his past obsession.

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

But the power of time is too powerful.

It turned the once brave and lively Ji Li into numbness and pessimism, turning his life into a piece of pale paper.

Fifty years ago, fifty years later, the world has changed, life and death have changed.

Since opening his eyes for the first time a few months ago, Ji Li has seen a world full of strangeness.

All this time, he has been unable to find his true goal.

Miao Jiang, it will be difficult for him to see him again in the future.

But this woman brought something valuable after all.

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

At least he's alive, in one way or another.

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

For the future of Chunshan, Tongen and his wife, Mo, and the gloomy man whose name is still unknown...

Even Miao territory.

Complete the unfinished event fifty years ago.

…

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

On the high-speed train, Ji Li was still sitting by the window, his head pressed against the glass and looking at the scenery that kept flashing by.

Clyde's questioning voice came from the earphones.

"I'm back."

Ji Li didn't say much. In fact, he wasn't much of a talker.

"Oh, that's a pity. I also have something urgent to go back to, and I thought we could go together."

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

But Ji Li obviously had no intention of talking, so he could only give his own explanation in embarrassment.

"It was Gu Xingjian's intention to go back suddenly this time.

He seemed to intend to send me to Tiannan Drama Academy to collect information. "

When it came to business, Ji Li naturally had to speak, and he immediately asked:

"It's been so long since it happened. Shouldn't he have sent someone there earlier or used criminal items?"

“Here’s the weird thing.

In the past two days and two nights, seven clerks at the Ninth Branch mysteriously disappeared.

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

After Gu Xingjian sent people to Tiannan Drama Academy for the eighth time, the number of people in the branch decreased by two.

A total of nine clerks were missing, but none of us could remember who these nine people were.

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

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

What is more terrifying than death is being forgotten by this world.

The Ninth Branch had so many people die at Tiannan Drama Academy, so it was actually nothing unusual.

But what Ji Li paid attention to was why Gu Xingjian knew this and kept sending people to kill him.

The only explanation is that Gu Xingjian was probably conducting some kind of experiment.

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

Ji Li's long silence made Clay feel even worse.

This time when he returned to the branch, it was Gu Xingjian who called him by name.

Every group of people sent to Tiannan Drama Academy never returned.

The way of death was too weird, and even the slightest bit of information could not be revealed. This 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 on a mission, whoever goes will die."

In the long silence, Clay hung up the phone, obviously having his own idea.

Ji Li looked out the window with a heavy heart. There should be another sentence added after this sentence.

"I'm afraid that even in the mission, it is difficult for anyone to survive."

…

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

The sun was about to disappear on the horizon, and a crescent moon also showed its figure.

At the crowded and noisy station entrance, countless taxis are waiting for passengers at designated places.

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

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

"moat."

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

The driver, who has been running all day, has nothing to talk about at this moment. He only occasionally browses short videos while waiting at the red light.

The time came to six thirty-nine in the evening.

The street lights and street signs in the city have all turned on, and the outside world has begun to take on night life.

Ji Li looked at the scene outside the window and realized that he was walking on a familiar road.

The red lanterns on both sides of the road illuminate a Republican-style street with special architecture and retro style.

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

And one day later, he returned to this street and went to the past to carry out a life and death mission.

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

Today is December 1st.

This Republic of China street was actually deserted and the shops were closed.

The jagged stone-brick avenue made the vehicle move extremely bumpy, beating again and again, just like the beating of a living heart.

I don’t know when, but the driver never made any sound again.

It seemed that only Ji Li was left in the world, sitting in a car leading to an unknown place.

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

There were no lights on in the car, which was entirely illuminated by red lanterns. In the darkness, there was only the driver's dark back.

Not even breathing could be heard.

The vehicle does not travel very fast on this kind of road, and the images outside the window flash very slowly.

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

After rolling several times, he stood up slowly with one hand on the ground.

In the entire Republic of China Street, there was only one figure named Ji Li.

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

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

Ji Li's heart was beating weakly, and there was a faint sound of musical instruments playing in his ears.

The babbling lyrics floated quietly from the thick fog ahead.

The tone of the play is gentle and sad, like a woman sobbing in the middle of the night, which is deeply touching.

When the mood is high, there are real cheers.

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

After a while, he finally came to the source of the sound.

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

In the auditorium in front of the stage, a dark audience sat listening to the play with bright eyes.

Such a large formation took up almost half of the street.

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

The actress fluttered her sleeves and danced lightly, holding a sword in her hand, her makeup already wet with tears.

The sword was lying across her snow-white neck, ready to cut off at any moment.

The lyrics in his mouth became more and more pathos as the play progressed to its climax.

Hundreds of spectators were completely immersed in the performance and could not help but shed tears.

Heavy fog trapped the long street, and a classic opera was sung on the stage:

"Farewell My Concubine."