Become a villain after transmigrating into an infinite game

Chapter 173 Undead Ancient City
"Big Brother and Uncle Jiang are talking about things I don't understand."

Mu Jing quietly went to hold Quan Heng's hand, and when Quan Heng noticed it, he took the child's hand actively.

"Sister is so kind." Mu Jing smiled happily, and leaned closer to her contentedly, "Is there anything you want? I will try my best to help my sister get it!"

"I don't want anything."

Quan Heng rubbed the beads with his fingers, and he just smiled when he heard that, "Even if there was, it was a long time ago."

Things that I wanted very much before, I don't care so much now.

Mu Jing gave a low "Oh", and the tail of the toy puppy in his arms shrugged and pulled down.

"Is there anything Xiao Wu likes?" Quan Heng asked warmly, "We have two days to rest after we go out, where do you want to go?"

Mu Jing was instantly refreshed, her eyes sparkling: "I like my sister the most! I want to stay with my sister!"

"Okay." Quan Heng laughed, "I see, then I will arrange it."

"It's just ahead." Jiang Jin said, pointing to the dilapidated Bodhisattva Temple ahead.

[The ten miles of Qinhuai River have beautiful scenery, but the Baiju song is difficult to describe. ]
The babbling tune accompanied by the clear and wonderful sound of the pipa came from near the Bodhisattva Temple and was sent to the ears from afar.

"Did you hear any sound?" Jiang Jin was stunned suddenly.

[All refined scholars, if you are lucky, take a trip to the land of gold powder...]
"Wu Nong's soft language, Suzhou Pingtan."

Quan Heng tilted his head slightly, "But I'm afraid it's not Pingtan, it should be a white game."

The oldest type of music in Gujiang is "Baiju", which is also the only ancient type of music, dialect rap, with a history of more than 600 years.

*The singing accompaniment is Pingtan, but this word is clearly a tribute to the classic Baiju opera "Qin Huai Mei".

"This ancient city has experienced six destructions and six lives. If we really want to find this old tune, there is only a white game in Chengnan accent."

Quan Heng paused, and said softly: "Unfortunately, in reality, it is almost inaudible."

"Sing Baiju Ci with Pingtan tune..." Jiang Jin excitedly said, "Is it someone else who woke up?"

"Behind the Bodhisattva Temple," the Mad Hatter looked at Quan Heng, "I won't go there."

"It's a very painful, but very pure and clean soul, but it's also very fragile." The Mad Hatter's voice was very soft, "My sequence is unstable, and the pollution that spreads out will affect her. You guys go."

He looked at Mu Jing again, hesitated and said, "Is he going too? Kid."

"There are some things he should know." Quan Heng patted Mu Jing's head with a gentle tone, "especially children, he should know the most."

The Mad Hatter stopped talking, and watched Quan Heng holding Mu Jing around to the back of the Bodhisattva Temple——

[Diaoyu Alley by the Qinhuai River, smashing the piles of pearls and crows and paintings. ]
A woman in a brocade cheongsam holds a blood-stained pipa, and blood drips from her unarmored fingertips, dripping on the cheongsam and smearing on the crimson ground.

[However, the beacon smoke burned the old place, and the foreign bandits looted and destroyed Jinling. ]
Wu Yu is full of melancholy, as gentle as a weeping warbler, intoxicated.

Her hair was disheveled, and she was in a mess all over, she just sang the song obsessively, with the pipa leaning against her bosom, the most precious thing.

[Business women also know the hatred of the subjugated country, this hatred has nothing to do with romance. ]
The pipa girl lowered her eyes quietly, and slowly took a break from the tune.

At the end of the song, people are far away, and I still feel the lingering sound lingering around the beam.

"An Yue'e," she said, her tone was hoarse, and she could still hear the Wu dialect, "I have died in these decades, and I can't go back."

"Jiang Jin," Jiang Jin also hoarse, "the last company defending the city."

Only then did An Yue'e raise her head to look at him, her eyes were still lax after undergoing inhuman torture, "Are you guarding the city?"

Her "you" sounded like "倷", the familiarity made Jiang Jin's eyes blush.

"I'm."

An Yuee nodded, with a forced smile on her cyan face, "Thank you, you have worked hard."

Jiang Jin desperately shook her head, clenching her teeth to prevent tears from falling down.

"There is also a little girl," An Yue'e's gaze shifted to Quan Heng, unconsciously filled with envy and nostalgia, she did not know what she saw, "Looks like a female student, you are not like this Bar?"

Quan Heng responded softly: "No."

"It turned out to be the girl outside, that's the future," An Yue'e said clearly, and then in a warm voice, "Did the war of resistance win?"

The voice was cautious, "Has this city been taken back?"

Quan Heng looked at her, nodded slowly, "I'm back."

She paused and added, "They're all back."

"That's good, that's good." An Yue'e smiled sincerely, her eyes fell on the red-stained ground beside her, and her eyes were stained with sadness, "Then... how many people are gone?"

Quan Heng just remained silent and did not answer this question.

Later, Jiang Jin, who knew the answer, turned her head away, and swallowed with trembling lips.

An Yue'e seemed to understand something in this silence, she turned her head, and pressed her fingers lightly on the pipa:
"I sing Pingtan, and Wenyu is my best friend. She learned the white game from Shancai. I also know some words, but I don't know how to sing."

That's why she used Pingtan to sing the white game, which is about mourning and nostalgia, and it is also a condolence call for souls.

"Our 21 sisters are all Qinhuai new willows."

"Xinliu" refers to the famous prostitutes who shouted loudly on the banks of the Qinhuai River after the Kingdom of Heaven fell.

"*After the fall of the ancient city, Minnie, the director of the church school, let us enter the safe zone, but the outside of the safe zone was full of enemies—they came in one day, called the director to the office, and asked her to choose from [-] refugees. Send out a hundred women to be prostitutes."

An Yuee pressed her fingers on the pipa, as if remembering all kinds of things.

"How can those Shujuan who go to school survive? The 21 sisters of us together have spent most of our lives selling ourselves to make a living, so it is better to replace these daughters. It is not worth it to pay back Minnie's favor. A valuable body..."

She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and said with a smile, "Serve the country."

However, the beacon smoke burned the old place, and the foreign bandits looted and destroyed Jinling.

The business woman also knows the hatred of subjugation, and this hatred has nothing to do with romance.

"They killed my twenty sisters and many others in front of this Bodhisattva."

An Yue'e was holding the pipa, and there were hideous scars on her bare skin, and the damaged Yunjin cheongsam was stained with filth, blood, and countless sad pasts.

Under her messy hair, tears filled her eyes: "If you are pregnant, you will be dragged out and cut open, or you will be taken away. I have never seen it again. Some sisters committed suicide, and some sisters resisted and were killed." Lost, and immediately a new woman was caught as a substitute.

"The soil in front of the Guanyin Temple turned red. In those days, the water in the river was red. There were screams everywhere. The corpses will be piled up again tomorrow after being collected today, and half-grown children will be thrown into the oil pan inside……"

"Jinling has become a dead city," An Yue'e shed tears, "They are not even as good as animals."

There was a long silence, only An Yuee's sobbing could be heard.

Quan Heng unbuttoned his outer shirt, knelt down in front of An Yuee on one knee, and gently put on the shirt for her.

"I will take you home and let the souls of the ancestors return to their hometowns."

Quan Heng fastened the jade buckle for her, his eyes were full of emotions, but he still asked in a gentle voice:
"Can you tell me that the head monster of the Japanese ghost is in the Bodhisattva Temple?"
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*I can't find all the libretto of "Qin Huai Mei". Except for the first two sentences, I filled in the rest according to the plot. Jinling Baiju has a history of 600 years. It is intangible cultural heritage. It sounds like a cross talk in Jinling dialect, and Pingtan has similarities and is beautiful.

But it is not known how many heirs are left.

*The 21 famous prostitutes are recorded in historical data, and the movie of Jinling Shisanchai is also adapted from here.

(End of this chapter)