Chapter 152

Bei Qiao raised his eyebrows: Piracy and remaking... they are really different worlds, but the same fraudulent methods.

Speaking of maps, we have to mention the courtyard escape activity that comes with it. After the owner moved out, the courtyard in the inner city was transformed into a secret room escape. Those who want to play must first choose one person as a hostage, locked in a small dark room awaiting rescue. As for the others, they will be the rescuers, and along the way they must dodge servants and thugs. If caught, they will be eliminated on the spot and thrown into the small dark room together, awaiting rescue until all are wiped out.

Native gamers: If you draw the dark room, you know how bad your luck is. If you've been in the dark room for several days in a row, you should consider not traveling far or doing important things for the time being. When you're unlucky, even drinking cold water will get stuck in your teeth. This is so true it's terrifying!

"I've tried it three times and never succeeded." While the game was a real one, the escape was also a real escape. As guests, they didn't even have the option of an easy mode. If they encountered servants, they could only run away, unable to fight back. The failure rate was so high that they were tempted to cheat themselves.

“How long did you last?”

"Those servants for half an hour were really unsportsmanlike. We almost had a fight with them on the spot last time." They said they were playing an escape game, but these servants really treated them as thieves. Their moves were particularly ruthless. Several of their attacks brought them within a step of being exterminated from their family line. How mean!

Butler: Don’t slander us like that. We are professional fighters and we strike with precision. We will never hurt any guests by mistake!

After complaining about the "ruthless cruelty" of the servant, this person began to intentionally or unintentionally show off the talent he had just dug up a few days ago, claiming that since having this person, he had saved a lot of money: "That person's hand is a scale. Just by weighing it, you can tell whether the blind box is real or fake!"

The onlookers looked at each other in bewilderment. No one spoke, but they exchanged glances silently: Does a scale have anything to do with the authenticity of a blind box? No, right?

"If you don't believe me, I'll bring him to you to see."

Before anyone else could say anything, a thin man was brought up. Qin Huan propped up his head and looked at the man. He felt that he was not as good-looking as his brother or cousin, so he looked away in boredom.

Qin Huan was like this, as were most of the others at the banquet. This man's appearance wasn't particularly impressive, nor did he possess any extraordinary bearing. His skin was pale and powdered, and his hair drooping at the temples obscured his facial features. His white clothes, similar in style to mourning, made him look a bit pretentious. Add to that his feigned dejection and the fluttering gauze shawl, and he could pass for a refined and elegant gentleman.

But it is just a scam after all. For people who have seen the world, they will never be impressed by anything else. It is not wrong to take a few more glances, but it is too embarrassing to force people to pretend to be amazed and exclaim "Wow" exaggeratedly.

Ms. Chi, who is considered to be unworldly, said: Where are the cheers? Where are the exclamations? Why is there no reaction at all?

The steward beside the young lady: The young lady is acting up again, alas...

"Oh my." Bei Qiao narrowed his eyes slightly after seeing the other person's appearance clearly. "This world is all about looks." Although this person's appearance is not that good-looking, he does scare people... right? Judging from the girl's face, she shouldn't be that stupid, right?

There's a story behind this. Qin Huan quickly leaned over and asked, "What's the story? Tell me."

As he spoke, the man in white had already begun his performance. He placed two blind boxes in each hand and slowly moved his arms up and down like a scale, his eyes slightly closed, his expression solemn and intimidating. An autumn breeze blew, and the gauze on his shoulders fluttered, concealing his unnatural posture and slightly hunched back.

Perhaps because she felt that such a performance was too dry and would bore people, Miss Chi found two more people to sit next to the man in white with pipa and pluck the strings to accompany him.

As the pipa began to play, Miss Chi sat by, her hands cupped around her cheeks, eyes slightly closed, a look of ecstasy. The others chatted absentmindedly, their voices hushed. While they didn't stop the man in white out of respect, they showed no interest in the principles or results of his performance. The pipa playing was barely audible, and as for the man in white performing his ritual, as long as he remained silent, he could be considered nothing more than a dancing backdrop.

With the pipa's accompaniment covering the sound, whispering didn't seem so abrupt. Bei Qiao glanced at Miss Chi, who didn't know if she was really stupid or just pretending, and adjusted her sitting position: "I don't know this person's face very well, but the clothes he's wearing are a little familiar. I've seen them on someone before." To be more precise, he had heard someone else say this, but that wasn't the point.

"Oh, what kind of person is he?"

"A man who could shrink his bones, not knowing what secret he possessed, tricked a little girl into hiding him in her home. A few days later, he was discovered by the local village chief, who then stuffed him into a box and threw him out of the village." "Outside the village" is actually an understatement. Strictly speaking, he was thrown hundreds of miles away.

"Ah? How do you know if you haven't seen it with your own eyes?" Tang Rou quietly changed her seat and squeezed into the same seat with Qin Huan: You didn't call me when you had gossip, are you still good sisters?

"Actually, I'm not entirely sure. I need to see if there's any writing on the back of his clothes beneath his cape." The material and style of this Novice Village Traitor suit were both unique, and Bei Qiao recognized it instantly. But because of the thin tulle covering it, she couldn't be 100% sure if it was just an accidental encounter.

"What's so difficult about the back of the clothes?" Qin Huan waved her hand, calling the accompanying maid over and whispering a few words. In a moment, a white dove suddenly flew into the room, grabbed the gauze on the white-clothed man's shoulders, and flew into the air.

Noticing the fluttering sound of the pigeon flying over, everyone's attention subconsciously turned back. The man in white was startled by the pigeon that suddenly flew out and snatched his shawl, but seeing that everyone else was paying attention, he quickly returned to his "shaman dance" performance, his movements even more energetic than before, almost frantic. The pipa accompaniment remained quietly playing the pipa, head bowed, and showed no other reaction to the outside world. The contrast between movement and stillness was stark.

The man in white thought his good days were coming, but he didn't realize that no one was appreciating his performance. Everyone's attention was focused on the words on his back. It was unknown what material the words were made of. Even though the man in white was sweating from jumping around, the densely packed yet incredibly clear small characters didn't smudge.

"Uh...uh..." Because they were sitting at the perfect angle, Tang Rou and Qin Huan quickly read the entire text behind the man. As for their thoughts after reading it...

"I wouldn't say he's unforgivable, but... I don't want to keep a guy like him as a retainer." Tang Rou rubbed her face: This is something a normal person can do in a few days. If you want to hide it, you should hide it well. You did those little tricks in private. You should be thankful that the people in that village are more civilized than being drowned in the pond.

"The village chief is so polite. He even wrote a sentence for him, 'Maybe he has his reasons'. Isn't that ironic?" Qin Huan grabbed the nuts on the table and stuffed them into his mouth: Well, no wonder I felt something was wrong just now. It turns out that I forgot to eat while gossiping.

After reading the words behind the man in white, everyone looked at Miss Chi, wanting to see her explanation. Although this party was not very formal, what did it mean to bring such a person in front of everyone and perform such a deceptive act?

"Ahem, excuse me, everyone. This is just a little pre-dinner treat." Chi Hui restrained her expression, clapped her hands, and stood up. "The main course is next... Let's get started."

Before the man in white could react, the two women playing the pipa behind him suddenly jumped up, one on each side, and pinned him to the ground. The pipa music suddenly stopped, followed by the man in white's screams and questioning voice.

"Is he questioning us?"

"He has a very high opinion of himself and his ambition is higher than the sky." It can't be said that he is not cunning, but he is too calculating. His IQ is not up to par, and he still insists on using an egg to hit a stone... I don't know who gave him this confidence, it's too much.

She ordered the maid to cover the man's mouth and forced him to lie on the ground. Chi Hui stood up from her seat and first apologized to everyone for the previous messed-up performance. Then she began to introduce today's protagonist - the clothes on the man in white.

"This is a piece of fabric I discovered by chance. Both the fabric and the dye are very interesting. The fabric is impervious to water and fire, and the dye is insoluble in water. It's a rare and fine product." Chi Hui put her hands behind her back. "If it were made of magical materials, perhaps it could achieve the same effect. However, I've had someone verify that this is mortal material and does not contain any spiritual energy."

“It is impervious to water and fire.”

"Yes, I tried it with scissors, and it can be cut open with some effort. There are a lot of words on it, including many commonly used words. They can be cut open and reassembled if necessary." Chi Hui smiled and nodded.

"So, you are planning to trade this piece of cloth?"

"That's right. Actually, I originally wanted to do a little appetizer first, but unfortunately this guy is bragging a lot and doesn't have much ability. It really embarrasses me." Chi Hui looked at the person who asked the question with a smile.

Bei Qiao: Why should I not believe it? You look so happy.

The Chi family's manager said: The young lady is very good at doing business, but she doesn't like to do business seriously. She always has to mess around with ordinary men for a while before she is willing to do serious work. This makes other people misunderstand that the Chi family has poor aesthetic taste. Alas... but no one can control the young lady.

Chi Hui: Rather than hiding all day, afraid of being schemed against, I prefer to reveal a weakness that won't actually hurt me, then quietly enjoy the performance. Every time I repeat the same trick, everyone's expressions are truly hilarious!