Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 150: Night Visit to Second Master

"Tell me, your wife is on a business trip to Shanghai, and she's going to perform a play! What play? The Peacock Flies Southeast!"

On the wild island, Liu Yonglu stood on the beach and performed in front of several of his old audiences, while the American frogs ignored Liu Yonglu as usual and continued to attend mass and kneel down to worship him.

Liu Huoer was exhausted from singing just now, so he was going to wrap up and try something new.

I haven't practiced backstage at all, and I don't have any supporting role.

But it doesn’t matter if there is no supporting role, because many traditional jokes in crosstalk can be told in monologue, and they are the result of the improvement and processing by the old masters.

If the old gentleman can make changes, then I can do it too, so Liu Yonglu has been studying new works backstage in recent days.

As he was talking, Liu Yonglu felt that his cheeks were so tired. Did he practice too much? Soft tissue injury, no, it was fine when he ate during the day.

But the more he spoke, the more sore his cheeks became, and the more uncomfortable he felt. He opened his eyes hazily and found himself still lying on the big bed in the bedroom, chewing a ball of squid shreds in his mouth.

Huh? What happened? He turned his head to look at Xiaohu, and saw that the bed was full of leftovers from his afternoon picnic, including canned fruit, half a sandwich, and a small bag of squid strips.

Where is Xiaohu? He is standing in front of the bed and looking at Liu Yonglu.

"You filled my mouth with it? Go, go, get me a glass of water. The squid is too salty."

Xiaohu poured some water for Liu Yonglu. After he swallowed the squid shreds and drank not a drop of water left, Liu Yonglu asked what was going on.

It turned out that after Millie Tang left, Xiaohu was listening while looking at the watch. When she didn't come back after two hours, Xiaohu started to poke Liu Yonglu with his fingers on time.

But today Liu Yonglu was so addicted to acting that he was singing happily backstage. Not only did he not wake up, he also used his hands to pull Xiaohu away. In the end, Xiaohu had no choice but to bring the picnic basket over.

Then he put in a can of fruit and a half-eaten sandwich, but he still didn't wake up! Finally, he stuffed the squid shreds into Liu Yonglu's mouth, which brought Byeby back to reality.

"I'll go check downstairs. If I'm not back in two hours, I'll wake you up and come find me."

Liu Yonglu read the note. Oh, Mi Li'er went out to investigate. There was indeed something wrong with this house. During the picnic in the daytime, Mi Li'er and Lin Bei also mentioned the suspicious aspects of the monastery to Liu Yonglu. These two were serious investigators and would not tolerate any sand in their eyes.

So it was not surprising that Liu Yonglu saw the note at this time. If it was lost, he could just look for it.

He didn't change his clothes. He put on his good coat over his pajamas, with his stuff in the coat pockets.

"Just go to sleep, bye bye, I'll be back soon."

Liu Yonglu went out carrying a kerosene lamp.

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At the same time, in the study on the second floor, Rojo was lying on a chair writing today's experimental notes. He shook the contents of the beaker, recorded the failure in detail in a thick notebook, and tried to analyze the reasons for the failure.

xxx day xxx time

Graham's experiment failed for the 217th time.

The lead container did not break, and three more drops of liquid than usual were distilled out.

It is suspected that there is something wrong with the ratio of sunstone, magnet, white willow sap and sulfur.

The failed product was dark brown and shaped like a fetus, but...

As he wrote this, Rojo felt breathless due to the depressed mood caused by long-term failure and the irritability caused by lack of sleep. He pressed his hand between his eyebrows, and then swung the beaker to pieces.

A wriggling meat core rolled to the ground. Without the culture medium environment, an organ inside the meat core bulged outward a few times, but slowly withered away, and soon turned into a hard sphere with pits and holes.

"Do you want to continue the experiment?" Rojo couldn't help but feel discouraged and asked himself softly.

In two weeks, my father will leave me his inheritance, and then I may be able to find a way to lift the curse in it. Rojo stood up and picked up the meat core from the ground weakly. He found a jar, recorded the meat core, and then tiptoed to the top of the shelf.

The shelves were filled with various meat core specimens, and the glass containers outside the specimens were labeled with dates and numbers.

He bent down and picked up the glass jar at the bottom. There was only a tiny dark red residue in it, which was the result of his first experiment when he was 16 years old.

At that time, he thought he had made a good start, and as long as he continued the experiment, Graham would succeed sooner or later.

But 5 years passed, 10 years passed, 20 years passed, and it was still the same. I also went from a teenager to middle-aged.

Have I wasted half my life...have I accomplished nothing?

Rojo rubbed his knees. After staying in the study for a long time to study, his body has aged badly. In recent years, his waist and legs have been in unbearable pain from time to time. He no longer has time to waste.

Breeding Gram was the only way he could think of to fight the Baldwin family curse.

Among the five brothers and sisters, Rojo felt that he should be the only one who knew the truth, why the people in this family hated each other, even parents and children regarded each other as enemies.

Many people, including Baldwin's business partners, attributed it to personality reasons.

But how could a personality reason haunt everyone for generations like a nightmare? This is a curse, a curse imposed by the gods on betrayers.

Rojo also learned this secret when he was 16 years old. That day was his mother's funeral. Rojo hid in the corner and saw his father enter the attic room with his own eyes. It was a forbidden area for children. In fact, except for his father, Rojo had never seen anyone else go in.

But at the age of 16, he was just a very curious child, and when his father left, he also tiptoed up to the attic.

There he saw a statue of a god whose shape was difficult to describe, and in front of the statue someone had written a sentence in black-brown paint: "The source of blood is mutual..."

Over the past few decades, Rojo had tried to erase the words more than once with the prepared cleaning agent, but to no avail, because those were not words at all, but oracle written by gods and curses.

Young Rojo had tried to guess the second half of the oracle countless times, and from then on he developed a habit of leaving the door open no matter what he did in the study.

He longed for the day when his father would happen to pass by his door and come in to see him.

But 20 years passed and his father never came. Rojo checked the Baldwin family tree and drew the horrible truth from it.

The descendants of this family, whether male or female, rich or poor, all hated each other without exception, and many of the resentments even led directly to murder and death.

Perhaps the last few words of the oracle are "destruction"... The source of bloodline is mutual destruction.

The horrible truth made Rojo live in constant fear. He refused to communicate with others, let alone get married and have children. What would happen if he had a descendant? Would the family's misfortune continue?

He began to secretly steal some books related to alchemy from the attic. These books came from nowhere, and the language written in the notes did not even belong to any country in the Western Continent.

By chance, Rojo found a method to create a Gram in a book. Only by creating a child who is not related to him by blood can he end this nightmare and eliminate the curse in his blood.

Rojo was immersed in memories of the past and didn't realize that someone came in from the door at this time.

Who is it? It is Liu Yonglu.

Here comes today’s joke.

The Baldwin family has a turbulent past. What happened hundreds of years ago?

Gods, witches, and family are intertwined to ensure that the truth will surprise you.

Hahaha, thank you all for your support. It’s been on the shelves for more than 20 days. It feels like time has passed so quickly, as if it was just yesterday.

Work hard for a few more days, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon.

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(End of this chapter)