Chapter 117
The mysterious safe island that is widely rumored in the outside world is finding more and more people entering it, and the things that can be exchanged there are becoming more and more expensive.
And they also gradually discovered that the frequency of the strange thing opening was getting lower and lower, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to enter the strange thing and find the ghost town. As long as they entered the ghost town from the strange thing, the ghost would disappear and would not open a second time.
Foreigners are scratching their heads and applying for entry into the Flower Country. Everyone knows that the strange town is located within the territory of the Flower Country. The Flower Country doesn't know how many benefits it has gained from it. Without real evidence, everyone can only guess, and the public opinion war is completely useless.
Over the years, scares have appeared in horror games, and those who have not seen them now think that they are just made up to scare people.
Professor Ai brought in many members again. Because they had already figured out this strange pattern, it basically would not affect ordinary people, so those who came in were all special forces members.
The special forces members who come in now no longer have to face those ghostly things. After entering the weird place, they will meditate and use their internal strength to absorb the energy in the weird place within the safe range that has already been designated.
This is also what they discovered after learning how to operate energy. The energy in the real world is thin, and the speed of cultivation is very slow, while the strange energy is everywhere. To put it simply, cultivating in the strange world is like cheating. This is also one of the reasons why the Flower Country Special Forces are the strongest in the world.
No other country has a strange and stable place for cultivation like China.
As for the owner of this place, what could he say? He was really as harmless as he said. He didn't care what they did in the ghost town, and because of this person's existence, they were never attacked by anything here.
At the beginning, they were still wary. From the background interface at the beginning, this person did not look like a safe person. Moreover, he was constantly collecting explosives. Although they did not cause any noise, it was definitely a big hidden danger.
Professor Ai walked alone on the empty streets of the ghost town. There was also a speculation that the owner of this place fed on ghosts. The best evidence was that when he first entered the ghost town, the dense black shadows and the things that had later formed human shapes became less and less over the years, until now it was empty as if those things had never appeared.
I found the theater in the center of the town. I used to see a few children in school uniforms here. I don’t know when it started, but there were fewer and fewer children. One day, they all disappeared, just like countless things in the ghost town.
The ancient town is still the same ancient town, but it has become more empty and lonely.
"Don't you see me dancing gracefully?
Don't you see my concubine playing the zither?
Have you not seen a strand of black hair sighing for the falling flowers in the air?
It blinds my eyes."
The sound of singing could still be heard in the theater, but now without the background music, it was monotonous and boring. The human figures who were banging on the instruments in the corner also disappeared one day, leaving only their instruments quietly placed on the stools.
The Qingyi on the stage sang in a mournful and melodious voice, walking and singing alone on the stage. Uncle Lu was still sitting on the armchair in the middle below, accompanying the Qingyi on the stage from time to time.
When Professor Ai entered the theater, he found that the smiling boss who used to stand behind the counter was gone. Perhaps the only person left in the entire theater was the Qingyi with her melodious singing voice on the stage.
"Lu..." Professor Ai spoke and was about to call someone.
Uncle Lu, who was immersed in it, turned his head, put his index finger in front of his mouth, and waved his hand to signal him to sit in the armchair next to him.
After Professor Ai sat down, he noticed a little creature sleeping soundly in his arms. How many years had passed since they first met? The child riding around on the little fat pig was still a child.
In fact, Rong Zhou and Lu Daju had not thought of this. The flow of time in the strange place was unpredictable, and it felt like a long time had passed, but the children's time remained at the moment they first landed.
"How is it? Does it sound good?" Uncle Lu's voice was low, deep and pleasant. He hadn't changed in all these years.
"It sounds nice." The Ghost Town is something they attach great importance to. Everything they encounter, hear, and see there is something they have studied. For example, the operas performed on the stage are definitely not ancient operas, and there are many musical tunes mixed in.
This has become a trend. I don't know who got the message out, but when Westerners sing opera in bel canto, it makes the listeners feel embarrassed. In recent years, many international students have applied to study drama here.
And those forgotten things in the country have been given new life. An even more exaggerated statement is that listening to these things can turn one into a person with super powers.
When Professor Ai first heard about this rumor, he was speechless, but this is also a good thing, as it plays an indispensable role in cultural dissemination.
"Then listen more. I'm actually very happy to see you." Uncle Lu smiled and filled Professor Ai's cup of tea. Now no one was adding tea or pouring water, as Uncle Lu did all these things himself.
Professor Ai didn't know what he was happy about. It was obviously a very good thing, and his brows relaxed. This was also the first time he drank the strange tea. It was sweet at the beginning, like swallowing a puff of green smoke in the mouth, which flowed smoothly with a hint of sweetness and bitterness.
After swallowing it, an extremely comfortable warmth spreads from the stomach, and the limbs slowly unfold like brewing tea leaves. It's comfortable, good tea.
"You have a lot of wrinkles on your face, and half of your head is white hair. You should take care of your body. Human beings are very fragile." When we first met, this guy was still a pale middle-aged man, but now he is almost an old man.
Professor Ai stroked his hair. These past few years have been filled with internal and external troubles, global crises, yet no major domestic incidents have occurred. He wondered how many gray hairs had gone through him. He looked at the person before him with some envy: "You're still the same as when we first met. Nothing has changed."
Of course, Lu Daju also heard the inquiry in these words. He rested his elbows on the arms of the armchair, rested the back of his hands on his chin, and looked at Professor Ai with a smile: "In the weird world, time is the most useless and unreliable thing. But I received a nice little gadget. How about giving it to you as a gift?"
Professor Ai's sixth sense was giving him a crazy warning. He had received a nice little gadget, something that would definitely make people's nerves hurt. "Thank you, but no thanks."
"You're welcome, by the way."
Ah, hey, he’s not being polite, he really refuses, Professor Ai roared in his heart, it was obvious that the other party just wanted to accept the result he wanted.
Professor Ai was still confused when he left. He kept wondering what the gift was and forgot what he came here to ask.
I only remembered it on the way back to the temporary camp, looked up at the crowded sky, and thought, forget it, I'll ask next time I come.
"The sleeves rise and fall in one act
Singing about joy and sorrow, separation and reunion has nothing to do with me."
The songs sung by the people on the stage were all learned in the mansion. After all, that housed all the songs stored in the computers of the original world.
Lu Daju didn't know whether he was listening to an opera or just listening to the past, he had listened to it many times here.
"People in the audience walked away without seeing the old color.
The people on the stage sang heartbreaking farewell songs."
The people on the stage have beautiful eyes like water, and their opera voices are full of charm. All they want to say are contained in this graceful tune. I can't tell whether I am grateful or not, I just want to trap me with my deep love.
"She must sing with blood
From the opening to the closing of the play, we are still guests.
Such lyrics are so well written. He is just a character in the play, and I will always be just a spectator. He is already very lucky to be with me until the end.
After the singing segment ended, the actress on the stage still had beautiful eyes like water, and her slender figure bowed to the audience.
Just like the first time I met him.
"It's time for you to go. You will definitely become a big star in your next life."
The last obsession in the ghost town was broken, the green costume of the actor on the stage faded away, the thick oil paint on his face disappeared, revealing a delicate and pretty little face, wearing a white middle garment, slowly rising.
Following that guiding energy, he disappeared into the ghost town.
"Human~."
Uncle Lu just sighed and didn't say anything else. After all, he was also trapped in it.
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