Big Bang Earth [Unlimited]

There are automatically lit white lanterns everywhere in the courtyard, but they are sparsely scattered.

The place with the most white lanterns and the brightest light is the main hall facing the gate.

After crossing two doors and walking to the front of the main hall, Ji Muxia saw the white couplets pasted on the door of the main room, but the couplets were scratched by sharp objects, and they were destroyed one by one along with the wall.

There are only a few fragments of the black and white writing left on the wall, and the full text cannot be read clearly.

Stepping over the high threshold and entering the main room, facing the door is the plaque with gold characters on a black background in the center of the main room.

"Farming and reading heirlooms."

The silver-haired gentleman looked at the plaque, and surprisingly, he recognized the crazily written traditional characters on it.

"It seems to be a traditional literati family."

Ji Mucha looked at the other party seriously.

The white-haired, middle-aged white man was not old. His white hair had a silvery luster, and he was wearing a long gray trench coat. He looked very elegant and spoke Chinese fluently.

The only black youth had long curly hair, tied into a small braid at the back of his head, and was wearing a black double-breasted gown, a bit of a martial arts style.

He looked around and shrugged exaggeratedly: "There is no NPC in the game, we don't know what to do here."

Ji Muxia silently glanced at the black man who spoke, and made sure that he probably had a leading NPC among the players in the first round.

After he returned to reality, he communicated with everyone in the research institute, and also read the exchange posts and strategies on the star network, and learned a lot of information.

For example, the difficulty of the first game varies from difficult to easy, which seems to be distinguished according to the player's personal ability.

There is the bloody field where he experienced human sacrifice like in Aztec, there is the escape field where his brother was chased and killed by the terracotta warriors in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, there is also the suspense field where simple guessing and deciphering, and the confrontation field where groups fight against each other to test human nature.

Judging from the current cultural environment, this round seems to be simpler than the last one.

Ji Mucha looked at the plaque again, feeling a little more at ease.

At least, this time at home in his own country, he knows more and has more advantages.

Although, he is not the only one who has the advantage.

On the table directly below the plaque, there is a hand-bound thread-bound book with a blue cover.

It looks old, and the fonts on it are traditional characters that were rarely used in 9109, and they are still handwritten.

Ji Mucha couldn't hold back, and began to appreciate the art of calligraphy, binding, and paper because of his occupational illness.

"This is a cultural relic! Such a precious cultural relic!"

The precious Ji Mucha couldn't bear to touch it with her hands.

Xie Bingyan couldn't laugh or cry.

Then, a big dark hand took the thread-bound book under Ji Muxia's eyes, and also left a few bloody fingerprints on the cover.

Ji Mucha:! ! !

Heartache!

"Hey, here is a book, put it in such an eye-catching position." The black young man held it in his hand and started to read it.

"Hey! What a coincidence, it has my name on it. Is there someone in this family with the same name as me?"

Ji Muxia grimaced, watching the black young man turning the pages of the book, the blood in his hand stained every piece of paper one by one, those papers were clearly handmade paper or cut by hand, which made him suffocate even more...

The black youth didn't feel Ji Muxia's resentment at all, and began to read carelessly.

"Su Jieke, also known as Jack Lucian, is [-] years old, from Yifangzhou, good at grinding grass, and lives in the main house..."

"Oh no, isn't this my message?"

It’s no coincidence that black youth finally realized something was wrong, and that was all his message.

Xie Bingyan's eyes were strange: "Su Jieke, who gave you a Chinese name?"

"My roommate, he said it's a good luck name! And it's related to my name!"

Xie Bingyan smiled: "That's right, a good name."

Qin Jiao covered her mouth: "Hee hee~"

After all, it is the male lead, of course good luck.

"Can I have a look?" the silver-haired gentleman asked politely.

"Of course." Classmate Jack generously handed the family tree to the silver-haired gentleman.

The latter deliberately took out a handkerchief and put it on his hand, and took the family tree.

"Sorry, my last game was Duke of Poison, there are poison traps everywhere, and there is still a bit of shadow."

"Wow, Dukes of Poison, that sounds interesting!"

The silver-haired gentleman flipped through the family tree and read it in fluent Chinese.

"Chao Daicheng, also known as Ke Ruisi Chao, a member of the Free Federation, aged between forty and six, good at grinding grass, living in the plum blossom in the East Chamber."

Chao Daicheng is also a gentle middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes. He did not expect his nationality to be a free federation.

……

"Ji Muxia, twenty-five years old, a native of Huaxia, good at fishing paper, living in the East Chamber with chrysanthemum characters;"

"Xie Bingyan, twenty-seven years old, a native of Huaxia, good at fishing paper, living in the chrysanthemum room in the east chamber;"

Ji Mucha and Xie Bingyan's expressions moved slightly, and the silver-haired gentleman saw that the news they corresponded to was correct, and nodded at them with a smile.

……

"Qin Jiao, twenty-eight years old, a member of the Freedom Federation, good at drying paper, living in the west wing..."

……

"Meng Boshu, also known as Archibald Monty, a member of the Radiant Alliance, aged [-] to [-], good at test paper, living in the east chamber. Well, this is indeed my information."

When Meng Boshu finished reading all the above information, almost all the old secrets of the eighteen players were revealed.

Real name, real age, and real nationality.

"It's not a coincidence." Ji Muxia said lightly.

"This game has something to do with the cultural circle. You all know Chinese language, so you should be familiar with traditional Chinese culture?"

The silver-haired gentleman Meng Boshu admitted unabashedly: "Yes, I am a sinologist."

The black youth Su Jieke also nodded: "I am an overseas student, majoring in Chinese language and literature. I like your martial arts novels very much..."

Ji Mucha silently looked at his double-breasted gown: Brother, you don't need to tell me, you can see it.

"The arrangement is for a team of two to work, and someone may come to take care of them during the day."

Drying paper, fishing paper, rolling paper, etc. are the processes of making paper.

In ancient times, many literati families mastered some of the processes of making paper and books by themselves. Even in the era of emphasizing agriculture and suppressing commerce, the business of paper and books was still noble and served literati.

From the work arrangements for the players in the thread-bound book, combined with the "Farming and Reading Heirloom" written on the plaque in the main hall of the family, it is not difficult to imagine that this big family also has its own papermaking workshop.

Of course, those who can't work at night, it's already early morning, and players need to rest.

"Where do you rest at night, here?"

It was Kubota Yue who spoke, and glanced at the dusty chair in the main room with disgust.

The man who answered him was Meng Boshu, a learned sinologist.

"No, it's already written on it."

There are four wing rooms of plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum in the east wing, and four wing rooms of peach, plum, apricot, and pear in the west wing. They are arranged in pairs on the thread-bound books, and all of them are full of people.

With two exceptions.

One is the black international student Su Jieke who was the first to pronounce his name, and the other is the artist who is all white, has a melancholy temperament, and has a missing part of his right little finger.

"Yu Jiang Kubota, thirty one year old, a member of the Freedom Federation, good at printing paper, living in the main house;"

The two were placed in the main house.

In Ji Muxia's mind, he suddenly thought of the bloody handprints he saw at the door.

His eyebrows drooped slightly, and he looked at the hands of the two again.

"Where is the main house?" Kubota Youjiang's temperament became more and more gloomy.

"Go out and have a look." Meng Boshu didn't let go of the thread-bound book, quietly folded it and put it in his coat pocket.

The players walked out of the main hall together, and walked to the back of the main room for entertaining guests, which is the inner courtyard.

The left and right directions of the inner courtyard are different from the front yard with white lanterns hanging in the corridor.

On the white lanterns in the front yard, "Dian" is written in black on a white background, and now there are corresponding "Plum Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum" written on the doors of different wing rooms.

The main house is just behind the main room, and you can see it by walking around the main room.

In the direction of the bedroom in the main house, there is a red lantern.

The red lantern is oblong and placed on the table in the room. Looking at the position, it is not so much a lantern as a lampshade.

The paper window of the main house was illuminated by the red lampshade into a striking red, and in the bleak white lanterns, it seemed to be the scene of a murder.

For the rest of the wing rooms, there are only white lanterns outside to indicate the location of the rooms with fonts, and only the red lanterns in the main house are lit red indoors.

It was like a puddle of blood on the snow, eye-catching and unidentifiable, making people suspicious at first sight.

"I don't live there! I'd rather sleep in the main room for one night!" Kubota Youjiang strongly objected.

"It looks a little scary..." Su Jieke forcefully laughed a few times, and after looking around, he chose the two Ji Muxia who had spoken to him.

"Can I squeeze in with you for one night? Just one night."

Seeing this, Kubota Youjiang looked over, his lips moved, and there was expectation in his eyes.

Ji Mucha shook her head seriously: "It's best not to violate the rules of the game."

"Isn't it because we are afraid that we will hurt you." Kubota Youjiang's reaction was stronger than Su Jieke's. He cursed angrily and returned to the direction of the main room.

"I will live in the main room tonight, and no one will be implicated."

After walking a few steps, Kubota Youjiang stepped back and walked up to the silver-haired gentleman: "Give me the book."

Meng Boshu was stunned, and pressed his hand on the pocket of the windbreaker: "Well, I think it's better for you to live in the main house according to the rules of the game..."

"Hehe, do you want to take it all by yourself?" Kubota Youjiang reached forward again with his outstretched hand, "All of our information is on it, who knows if you can smear it for manipulation."

Ji Mucha and Xie Bingyan looked at each other at the same time.

The players in this round have all thought carefully.

In the beginning, the players were more cautious with each other. When Meng Bo read the information, consciously or unconsciously, they leaned over to read it.

But because the thread-bound book is handwritten, all players in this game can speak Chinese, and maybe even calligraphy, so it is not difficult to alter it.

In particular, Meng Boshu is also a sinologist who is proficient in Chinese culture, and there are too many opportunities for manipulation.

He saw that it was an important prop, and he deliberately hid it in his pocket. Now Kubota Yue had another excuse and asked for the thread-bound book.

No one is a fool.

"I hope it can bless you to spend the night safely." Meng Boshu said with a smile on his face when he took out the thread-bound book and handed it to Kubota Youjiang.

Kubota Youjiang sneered: "Don't worry, I will definitely help you check whether this is an important item or not."

After finishing speaking, he took the thread-bound book and walked back to the main room, ignoring Su Jieke who was in the same room.

Su Jieke scratched the little braids on the back of his head: "I remember that in the martial arts novels I read, it said that the sect has its rules and should not be violated, otherwise it will be tortured and served. I am afraid of being beaten, so let's do as required."

In the courtyard, the sound of a watch suddenly sounded.

"Bang bang bang" came from all directions, but there was no human voice.

"There was a curfew in ancient times, and wandering outside during the curfew was called a crime! Come on, go back to your room!" Ji Muxia urged with a change of expression.

Qin Jiao has always been the fastest runner. Hearing this, he hugged his belly and rushed to the front, seeing the others dumbfounded.

After Xie Bingyan heard it, he figured out the direction and dragged Ji Muxia to run to the Juzijian.

Behind them, the players scattered, one by one running faster than the other.

"Oh my god, I want to spank my ass at night, I've seen it!" Su Jieke exclaimed exaggeratedly, and regardless of his fear, he rushed straight into the main house with red lanterns on.

Ji Mucha: ...

Xie Bingyan couldn't help asking while running, "Do you really want to spank?"

"Some nights are punished with rods, and some are punished with flogging. It's about the same."

The chrysanthemum room is in front of you.

——Although the word "chrysanthemum" displeased Ji Muxia very much, and even though the darkness of the room made people very disturbed, at this moment he couldn't care less, and quickly pushed the door open.

Ji Mucha heard the sound of the night watchman's wooden fish getting closer.

When the door was opened, the remaining white candle on the table lit up silently by itself!

The sound of the wooden fish came closer.

The threshold was too high, Xie Bingyan stumbled when entering the door, and his jacket hung on the protruding wooden spikes of the wooden door.

Ji Muxia hastily pulled Xie Bingyan in who was at the door, and with a "tear", Xie Bingyan's shirt was torn.

Ji Muxia was in a hurry, closed the door with a "bang", quickly locked the bolt, and pulled Xie Bingyan onto the carved bed, ignoring the dampness of the quilt, and casually pulled it up to cover his face.

Ji Muxia didn't dare to move at all, and pressed on Xie Bingyan's chest, listening to his heart beating extremely fast.

Even his heart followed, like the sound of a war drum.

The window seemed to be opened a crack from the outside, and the candle was shaken by the blowing, and then went out silently.

Ji Muxia felt an inexplicable sight cast from the window, falling on his body, it was as cold as the twelfth lunar month, and there were ice cubes on his back.

After a long while, when Ji Muxia felt his back was frozen, he heard the sound of the window falling gently.

Then, the sound of the wooden fish gradually faded away.

When the people walked away, Ji Muxia quietly climbed out of bed, first looked at the white candle on the table, but there was no movement.

Then he went to the window, wet his fingers with saliva, and poked a hole to look out.

The white lanterns outside the courtyard cast a pale light, but there was still no one there.

He changed the corner and followed the sound to look into the distance.

A white lantern and a pair of wooden fishes just float in the air.

Up and down, ups and downs, as if there are invisible people using it.

Ji Muxia breathed a sigh of relief.

Xie Bingyan lay on the bed and sighed resentfully: "Take off my clothes, sleep with my person, and leave..."

At this time, his shirt was torn, there were still red marks on his chest, and there was still a strong pain in his back, but the instigator ruthlessly got out of bed to spy on other "wild men".

Xie Bingyan felt like an abandoned widow.

Ji Muxia rolled her eyes, and was about to reply, when she turned around, she saw the white candle on the table light up again without a sound!

The white flames even have a tendency to turn red!