Gao Wu: The Whole Family Was Executed, Only Then Did I Realize It Was A Life Simulation

Pale lightning flashed across the sky, like a swimming dragon.

The rainstorm seemed to fall from the sky like a waterfall, pouring down on everyone's head and face. The streets of the entire Black Mountain City were almost like a small river at this time.

It is said that a long time ago, Black Mountain City was not here.

It was only later that the rainstorm destroyed many houses, causing countless casualties. After learning from the lessons, it was rebuilt on higher ground.

From west to east, the rushing water rushed all the way to the large lake dug in the east of the city.

Qin Wushang stood quietly in the rain. When the rain was about one foot away from him, it suddenly split and flowed to both sides, leaving no trace on his body.

After a while.

He suddenly took a step and approached the bookstore with closed doors and windows in the rainstorm.

"Knock knock knock"

Qin Wushang stretched out his hand and knocked three times with a special rhythm and rhythm.

"Who is it?"

An old voice sounded from inside the bookstore.

Strangely enough, the sound of the rainstorm was enough to cover everything, and the sound of his knocking on the door was very small, but the old boss heard it clearly.

"A reader."

Qin Wushang spoke in a low voice.

"In such heavy rain, you still come to read books?"

"Yes, my mind is in a mess, and reading can calm me down. Boss, are you still open for business?"

A short silence.

There was a staggering sound of footsteps behind the door, and then with a "creak", the door was opened a crack.

Whoosh!!

The raging storm blew the door wide open in an instant, and the rain poured in. The owner of the bookstore groaned and hurriedly stretched out his hand to close the door.

It would be bad if the books were wet.

Bang!

Qin Wushang stepped in and closed the door, and the bookstore was calm again.

Looking at the rain on the ground, he was silent for a while: "Sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll just clean it up. "

The bookstore owner had white hair and a refined temperament. He smiled gently, "It's rare to find someone who likes reading as much as you do."

"And?"

Qin Wushang glanced at the neatly arranged books on the bookshelf without a single wrinkle, and said casually, "Old sir, do you mean, are there other people who come to read books in such a heavy rain?"

"Yes, a very interesting young man, who used to come to read books...almost every day in 08, but has come less recently." The bookstore owner smiled.

Qin Wushang: "Maybe he has more important things to do."

"Maybe."

The bookstore owner's slightly turbid eyes carried a few memories, "When he was a child, he always told me that he would pass the imperial examination one day. This was his father's expectation for him. Unfortunately...

"What a pity?"

"Unfortunately, his father died early, and the burden of life fell on him all of a sudden."

The bookstore owner sighed and said.

"Even so, he still insists on reading every day. After all, passing the imperial examination does not affect other things. It was not until a few days ago that he encountered something and completely changed his mind. With his intelligence, he should have been able to pass the high school."

"It's really a pity."

Qin Wushang nodded after hearing this.

For children from ordinary families, if they lack martial arts talent, passing the imperial examination is the easiest way to change their fate.

"Then... did the old man persuade him again?"

"Everyone has their own aspirations, why do you need to persuade?"

The bookstore owner sat at the desk, using the dim oil lamp to carefully repair the damaged books.

"There are thousands of roads in this world, and everyone can find the one that belongs to him. I am just a pedantic scholar who has spent most of my life in the small Black Mountain City. How can I mislead the students with my limited knowledge?"

"The old gentleman is joking."

Qin Wushang picked up a book, flipped through it, and reported calmly:

"Books contain all the world's affairs. Without leaving home, one can also see through everything. I see that the old gentleman has a large collection of books in his store, and there are even some old books that are quite old and rarely seen elsewhere. It seems that the old gentleman is a true book lover."

"Yes, I have spent most of my life collecting these books. If they are damaged, I will repair them immediately.

The bookstore owner is obviously very proud of his collection of books.

"Time will erase many things, but books can record them."

He turned around and smiled at Qin Wushang, "Don't think that some books are very new, they are actually very old books, but they are really difficult to preserve. They will be damaged if they are turned over. I copied them without missing a single cross.

"The old gentleman is really careful."

Qin Wushang praised sincerely.

He changed the subject: "By the way, has the old gentleman's bookstore been open for a long time? I seem to have seen this bookstore... a long, long time ago."

Crack!

The dazzling lightning tore through the gloomy sky, illuminating Qin Wushang's dark face, and he stared at the back of the bookstore owner.

"It seems that the gentleman has been to Black Mountain City before."

The bookstore owner did not stop, and was still carefully repairing the books.

Qin Wushang narrowed his eyes and stared at his back for a long time. He stopped talking and just walked back and forth quietly in the bookstore, picking up a book from time to time and flipping through it.

Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes fell on a book, and reached out to take it down.

"Xu Jianke's Travels?"

Qin Wushang's eyes showed a strange look, "Is it the one who lived more than a thousand years ago, who clearly had excellent martial arts qualifications, but was not very interested in practicing, but was famous for his love of traveling around...Xu Jianke?"

"Is that right."

The bookstore owner turned around and looked at the book in his hand, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to relax a little.

"This book has been here for a long time, but no one has ever paid attention to it. It just happened recently. The young man came to see it last time, and now it has been noticed by you again."DEC?" Qin Wushang's eyes showed interest when he heard this. He opened the book, and suddenly his eyes fixed slightly, and then he turned to a certain page according to the catalog. "Black Mountain Old Demon..." He whispered the title again. His eyes flickered a few times, and Qin Wushang read down word by word. When he saw the torn name at the back, he frowned. "Old sir, this book..." He said with a smile, "It seems to be damaged." "Ah, I know, I don't know which person with poor quality destroyed the book, but unfortunately I don't remember what the 'honorable name' is written on it. If you know, can you tell me?" The bookstore owner sighed. "This is the first time I read this book." Qin Wushang shrugged his shoulders, showing a helpless look. "What a pity." The bookstore owner shook his head. "Yes. "

Qin Wushang put "Xu Jianke's Travels" back to its original place, walked around the bookstore again, and then walked out of the house.

"Sir, you don't want to read it now?"

"I have official business."

Qin Wushang walked to the door of the store and stretched out his hand to open the door. The storm outside was still raging, but it was blocked by an invisible aura and could not enter the bookstore at all.

He stopped and looked at the boss who was repairing books at the desk, and suddenly asked: "Old sir, may I know your name?"

The owner of the bookstore paused for a moment.

He raised his head, his eyes met Qin Wushang's deep eyes, and smiled: "I'm old, but I can't remember my name. Please tell me your name, Yue."

"Old Mr. Yue!"

Qin Wushang nodded, and strode out of the bookstore, and the door slammed shut.

More than a dozen figures appeared quickly from all directions, wearing straw raincoats, and fell in front of Qin Wushang one after another.

"Sir!"

A tall man came up and knelt on one knee.

"Yes, I'm going back." The man was a little surprised and asked in confusion: "You're not going to Black Mountain?" "No need to go!" Qin Wushang said lightly, without further explanation, and took a step forward. His figure disappeared without a trace, leaving a group of people looking at each other in bewilderment.

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Lin Family.

Looking at the handsome young man in front of him, Ji Ming was in a complicated mood. All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally he just sighed: "Congratulations, Brother Lin!!"

The ghostwriter usually only existed in rumors, but he didn't expect to see it with his own eyes today.

The key is that he is nearly half a year younger than him.

"Thank you."

Lin Yuan nodded, "Just now the general was here, and I neglected Brother Ji." While speaking, he looked at Ji Ling next to him and said with a smile, "Would you like to introduce us formally?"

"Okay."

Ji Ling smiled and stood up, "My second brother, Ji Ming, is a disciple of Confucianism, and now he is the General of the Demon Suppression Division! Second brother, Lin Yuan, I don't need to introduce you again, right? From now on, you two will be colleagues?"

"No."

Ji Ming shook his head slightly, his eyes complicated:

"The ghostwriter is independent of the Demon Suppression Division and is not under the control of anyone. He can even disobey the orders of the general... and any subordinate organization or contact point of the Demon Suppression Division must provide the ghostwriter with the information they want unconditionally."

"However, if you want to exchange martial arts, elixirs or magic weapons in the Demon Suppression Division, you still need merit."

Lin Yuan nodded slightly.

He naturally knew the difference between ghostwriters.

However, despite its special status, the Demon Suppression Division naturally cannot give away martial arts or elixirs for free. If you want to get them, you still have to complete tasks in exchange for merit.

The difference is.

No matter what position the Demon Suppression Division is, even if it is the General of the Central Army, the General of the Lieutenant Army, or even the General of the Eight Divisions, you must follow orders and enforce them.

As the saying goes, military orders are like mountains, you have to accept the mission even if you don't want to!

Of course.

The Demon Suppression Division will not let people die in vain. Generally, after research and judgment by intelligence agencies, tasks that meet the strength of different teams are issued.

Although the intelligence is occasionally inaccurate, it is usually within the controllable range.

But the ghostwriter is completely free!

Otherwise, Lin Yuan would not agree to the Jizhou General.

"Brother Lin."

At this time, Ji Ming spoke again, solemnly:

"Since ancient times, all ghostwriters have been invisible, and most people do not know their identities, so... Brother Lin, if you want to do some tasks in the future, it is best to cover up, such as a mask, such as a disguise."

"As for today's matter, I will definitely keep my mouth shut and never tell anyone, please rest assured, Brother Lin!"

Lin Yuan smiled softly: "Thank you for reminding Brother Ji. Since the general has never avoided Brother Ji, it is obvious that he trusts Brother Ji very much. How can I not believe it?"

Hearing this,

Ji Ming smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Lin, you don't know that my father and this general had a friendship. He did it for my father's sake. Otherwise, such a secret would never be heard by me.

In fact, the reason is very simple.

There are only a few people in the room.

Lin Yuan himself will definitely not talk nonsense everywhere. Lin Xianyu is his sister. The rest are Ji Ming and Ji Ling.

Both of them are from the Ji family. If the news that Lin Yuan is a ghostwriter really spreads, the first suspects will be them.

Qin Wushang will probably go directly to the Ji family.

This Jizhou general is famous for his decisive actions. Just like what he said just now, there is only the present in front of him. As for future events, let's wait and see.

"That's also because the general trusts Brother Ji's character." Lin Yuan said with a calm expression.

"Brother Lin, you are too kind. "

Ji Ming couldn't help but feel a lot of emotions in his heart.

This Lin Yuan is obviously only sixteen years old, but his words and deeds are quite mature, not like a teenager at all, not to mention that he is a talented and proud child who is responsible for the job of a ghostwriter

!

Ask yourself.

Back then, I was also considered a dandy in Kyoto, but I didn't have such a calm mind.

No wonder the Jizhou general has such a favorable eye for him!

"Brother Lin, are you interested in going to Kyoto to develop?" Ji Ming suddenly asked.

Ji Ling on the side rolled his eyes immediately: "Second brother, I have already asked this question. Young Master Lin said that he will not go to the Imperial City in the short term, but will go to Wangjiang City. You should give up this idea!" "Why?" Ji Ming was stunned and said subconsciously. "It's just some personal reasons of mine." Lin Yuan smiled. He was worried that he would go to Kyoto and see the bitch who really caused him to be beheaded in the first simulation life, and he would not be able to resist. But Kyoto is an important place, how can it be easy? Since the other party can interfere with the Demon Suppression Division, his status is definitely not low, how can there be no real strong people around him! If he fails to kill someone and dies there, it would be a bit ridiculous. "Okay." Ji Ming showed a little regret. If nothing unexpected happens, this person's future is limitless. If he can be won over, it will undoubtedly be a good thing for the Ji family. It's a pity that the other party is unwilling to go to Kyoto. After a long time, how can there be friendship? Thinking in his heart. Ji Ming glanced at his sister Ji Ling, who was talking quietly with Lin Xianyu next to him with a smile on her beautiful face, and his mind moved slightly.

"By the way, this is my sister's accommodation fee."

As his thoughts turned, Ji Ming took out a stack of silver bills from his arms and gently placed them on the table.

Lin Yuan glanced at it and roughly estimated that there were about thirty bills.

He shook his head: "Miss Ji only stayed in my house for five days. According to the prior agreement, only five thousand taels are needed. Please take back the extra."

"Brother Lin, please listen to me first."

Ji Ming stared at Lin Yuan and smiled softly: "Brother Lin should also know that I am not from Kyoto."

Lin Yuan nodded slightly.

Kyoto is quite far away from here, and it takes a long time for Ji Ling's letter to be delivered.

And Ji Ming arrived in just five days, most likely he was in another place, maybe somewhere in Jizhou, or maybe it was Lizhou next door, and received the letter written by Cai Ling.

This is normal. Once you enter the Demon Suppression Division, you may be able to get around at home and not be sent to a too remote area.

But that's all.

If you want to stay in the Imperial City, it depends on your personal ability!

Kyoto is under the feet of the emperor, and the Demon Suppression Division guarding the Imperial City is naturally very special. They are all selected by the emperor himself, and no one can influence them.

They are truly directly under the Emperor of Dali!

Anyone who dares to reach out there will be a pure old man hanging himself—————I don't want to die!

"The grace of saving my life is priceless and difficult to repay. I heard from my sister that Brother Lin's sword was damaged when he saved her. It happened that I had a precious sword, but it's a pity that it's at home. It will take some time to send it to me."

"Of course, this is just a token of my gratitude, and I can't repay the grace of saving my life."

At this time, Ji Ming smiled and spoke again.

"As the Lieutenant General of the Demon Suppression Division, I am busy with official duties, and my sister is always erratic. If I don't take good care of her, she might sneak away again..."

"Second brother, what are you talking about!!"

Ji Ling stood up suddenly, with a hint of shame and anger on her face, "Who is erratic! And, I clearly discussed it with my family, how could she sneak away!"

Ji Ming ignored her.

"As for these banknotes, I actually have an unwelcome request."

"Brother Ji, you might as well speak frankly."

Lin Yuan remained calm and spoke lightly.

"That's right."

Ji Ming looked at Lin Yuan seriously and said slowly:

"I heard from my sister that Brother Lin might go to Wangjiang City? It just so happens that my family has a private house there, which is usually taken care of by servants. If Brother Lin doesn't mind, you can stay there temporarily, and by the way

He smiled, and when Ji Ling suddenly became stunned, helpless, and confused, he spoke.

"Please look after my sister for me!"

"The extra banknotes can be regarded as accommodation fees, still one thousand taels per day, and when the banknotes are used up... That house should be worth a lot of money."

"I wonder if Brother Lin can agree to my request?"