Big Bang Earth [Unlimited]

After reading the letter, Ji Muxia instantly understood why the text here was hidden.

Everything in the study tells the story of the tragedy that happened to this big farming and studying heirloom family.

"Word prison."

Prosperity and wealth come from words, and even the nine tribes of Zhu also come from words.

On the letter, it was a tip-off letter, telling the Xu family to flee for their lives.The reason for his escape was because of a collection of poems, a collection of poems published by Xu Zhengqin, the owner of the Xu family.

Xu Jiageng studied in a family heirloom. He has his own paper-making craft and paper-making workshop. He also has his own bookstore for printing and selling. The family has many literati children, and the civil servants who have become officials are arty. It is very rare to publish a few collections of his own poetry.

But political struggles are not as romantic as poetry, and political opponents just picked out a certain word from the poetry collection, saying that Xu Zhengqin had a heart of treason.

At first, it was just dismissal.

However, the unreconciled master of the Xu family was unwilling to do so. After drinking, he made a slip of the tongue and wrote a parallel essay cursing the matter. He was betrayed by a friend at the same table and leaked to his political opponents.

The struggle in the officialdom has always been bloody and bloody. This time, the emperor was alluded to in the parallel prose, and the emperor was furious, and the Xu family was sentenced to be executed.

This letter was a letter from a friend who had received the news in advance to inform Xu Zhengqin to flee quickly, but the official literati's temper came up and he decided to prove his innocence by death, proving that he had no intention of rebellion and rebellion, and that he would not flee.

All the books and letters in the study were burned to prevent the books handed down from his family from being charged with treason.

As long as you weave a literary prison with your heart, you can always find the word "conspiracy" in the text.

The white lanterns all over the yard are the funerals prepared by the Xu family for their own family members.

Everyone in the Xu family did not escape, and they were ready to die with the whole family.

The seals at the gate, the bloody handprints on the walls, and the lanterns were originally the bloody handprints of the dead in this courtyard, and it was everyone's resentment...

……

After Xie Bingyan finished reading, he was silent for a long time.

This was the first time he had come into close contact with such a cruel historical case. Compared with the patients he had been in contact with before, such a cause of death was simply unwarranted.

Because of a poem written by one person, the whole family was copied and beheaded. According to the above records, even the dead were stripped of their graves and flogged their corpses.

Even with Xie Bingyan's indifference, he still finds it hard to accept.

The more loved ones die young and lack the care of family affection, the more we cherish the family and friends around us who treat us sincerely.

Ji Mucha let out a long breath, as if she wanted to let out all the depression in her chest.

Even if you have learned about literary inquisition from historical documents, it is still difficult to accept when you actually face it in person.

He already understood how and why the players died here, just like the Aztec tattoos, there were actually traces to follow, but they were in the game and didn't find it.

Ji Muxia looked at the sky through the study window: "Go back first, it's getting dark."

This day is the penultimate day.

Although the two of them were assigned test papers, Xie Bingyan was the only one who actually did all the work, and incidentally threatened a ghost NPC—a pitiful writing brush.

But the rewards are also huge.

Ji Muxia found the location of the calligraphy and paper pagoda, found the NPC hidden in the plaque of "Heirloom of Farming and Reading", and also found the truth about the deaths of all the people in the courtyard.

After this incident, the sky has darkened.

Seeing that it was going to be dark, the stomachs of the two of them also began to growl with hunger.

"Where do we live tonight, Chrysanthemum Room?"

"No, let's go to the main room. We'll be there tonight. That's the safest place."

To Ji Mucha's words, Xie Bingyan was honestly a little skeptical.

They just tore down the plaque, which is equivalent to copying the hometown of that ghost NPC, and now Ji Muxia said that is the safest place?

Are you sure it's not a gift?

But Ji Muxia has gone, Xie Bingyan can only choose to believe him.

When they walked out of the study, they could already smell the aroma of food wafting from the direction of the main room.

When they were hungry, smelling this smell made their stomachs burn like fire, and the two of them quickened their pace and went to the main room.

When they crossed the threshold, other players had already started eating at the table, and Ji Muxia's first reaction was to count the number of people.Although he couldn't remember the names of all the players because of the large number of players in this round, he could still remember the general appearance.

After counting for a while, Ji Mucha found that there was another person missing.

Ji Muxia's face darkened, and she began to pay attention to who it was.

Surprisingly, it turned out that Beria and Leo, who were together before, were missing one person.

Leo is not there.

Beria sat at the table, mechanically feeding food into his mouth, with a dazed expression on his face and blood stains on his body.

Ji Muxia noticed that Beria's right hand was hanging unnaturally under the table, and he was eating with a spoon in his left hand.

When exchanging notes with each other before, Beria wrote with his right hand, not left-handed, so Ji Muxia guessed that his right hand was probably injured.

The injury was so bad that he couldn't pick up the chopsticks, so it shouldn't be serious.

"What's wrong? Where are the Leo people?"

"Dead." Beria showed a tinge of pain on his face, "You told him to wait, but he insisted on not listening. He's fine now, and he was pulled into the haystack..."

Ji Muxia was silent.

Just by looking at the blood on Beria's body, one can see their tragic situation at that time.It's just that he didn't expect that these two people clearly knew the danger of the haystack, so they insisted on committing suicide like this.

In the end, he killed himself, so who can be blamed.

Beria seemed to have received a huge blow: "I let go, I really can't hold back, and if I don't let go, I will be pulled in together..."

He kept repeating those words, and it was obvious that Beria was quite guilty and disturbed.

Ji Muxia guessed that the two probably knew each other before, and they might even be good friends in reality.

In the silence, Xie Bingyan silently added food to Ji Mucha. When Ji Muxia lowered his head, he saw that the bowl was full of his favorite food.

It has been so many years since we separated, does he still remember?

Ji Muxia's mind moved slightly, and when he looked at Xie Bingyan again, there were many complicated things in his eyes.

……

After dinner, Beria walked out of the hall in a daze.

Ji Mucha couldn't help it: "You might as well stay here, it's the safest place."

Seeing Beria in such a state, injured and in a trance, he couldn't react even if he was in danger.

But Beria stood at the door and murmured in a low voice: "If you die, it's just right for the two of you to be a couple..."

Ji Mucha was taken aback.

It turned out that these two were not just ordinary friends.

When he came back to his senses, Beria had already walked away in panic.

But Xie Bingyan whispered from the side: "If it were me, I would rather die in the game together than live alone."

It's the end of the world, and he doesn't have his parents to worry about, so it's a different kind of romance to just die in the game with the one he loves.

When Xie Bingyan said this, he looked at Ji Muxia's back with forbearance.

When Ji Muxia moved his mind and looked towards him, Xie Bingyan quickly looked away, and said calmly: "Everyone is gone, we should rest."

"Say, should we call that NPC out for questioning again?"

Xie Bingyan pointed to the plaque above his head and asked.

The so-called darkness under the lamp means that many people can't find things that are clearly right under their noses.

It's like the four words "Farming and Reading Heirloom" hang above the player's head every day, but the player doesn't notice that this is the only word that can appear normally in the courtyard during the day.

The two took down the plaque to study it before, and when it was hung up again, the position naturally changed, but none of the players noticed.

The NPC on the plaque is Xu Zhengqin, Mr. Xu who was convicted of the literary inquisition.

It's a pity that Xu Zhengqin was greatly stimulated, and the ghost was a little delirious. He kept muttering some poems and poems indistinctly, and the two of them didn't get any useful information when they asked.

"Not urgent."

Ji Mucha's eyes slowly moved to the outside.

In the dark night, there are one after another white lanterns, faintly moving.

Xie Bingyan suddenly lost his voice: "What is that!"

He just blinked and saw someone's face flashing past inside the white lantern.

His cry seemed to disturb the white lanterns, attracting them, and they gathered densely at the door of the main room.

"The ghosts of the Xu family." Ji Mucha remained calm, "Do you think these lanterns look like a human head?"

Xie Bingyan: "You mean, these white lanterns are..."

"Xu Zhengqin was beheaded to death, and most of the other Xu family members were beheaded."

"But before that, the Xu family was tortured and tortured, and received many punishments."

Those punishments are the various ways of death for players today.

Everything that the Xu family suffered was repeated on the players.

The Xu family has the custom of lighting everlasting lanterns for their family members. After these people died, the souls of the dead did not remain in the execution ground, but returned to their homes and turned into ghost lanterns.

The players thought that there was no NPC in this game, but they didn't know that the NPC was always under their noses.

Ji Muxia closed her eyes.

This is a profound lesson.

After all, it's a game, so it can't be theorized as usual. This time there are ghost NPCs in various shapes like lanterns and plaques. Who knows if there will be more strange NPCs in future games?

"They dare not come in?"

Xie Bingyan was always on guard against the white lanterns outside, fearing that they would rush in to retaliate, but the white lanterns were only crowded at the door, trembling and jumping up and down, and did not cross the threshold.

"Yes, that's why I said this is the safest place." Ji Mucha looked at the family tree, "Because it's here."

"In the eyes of the Xu family, this thing is the source of ominous death."

"The reason why Kubota Youjiang was cut in half was not only because the blood and resentment of the Xu family were stained on the wall, but also because he read the poem on it."

"What poem?" Xie Bingyan asked strangely, "Which one?"

After they took off the plaque during the day, the family tree became the old look, but blood was everywhere on it, and the handwriting was blurred, and the paper was torn, so it was impossible to see all the handwriting.

"The poem that Xu Zhengqin has been reciting." Ji Mucha sighed softly, but didn't continue.

Xie Bingyan thought about the cause of Chao Daicheng's death for a while, then wisely shut up and did not continue to ask.

The white lantern outside was restless and wanted to eat people. Seeing the two people in the room chatting very calmly, the transparent figures finally couldn't help it, and floated out of the white lantern.

Even though he already knew that this lantern was the head of a dead person, Xie Bingyan was still a little apprehensive when facing the crowd of dead souls staring at him.

The ghosts and ghosts all over the yard stare at you with cannibalistic eyes, it is impossible not to be nervous.

Ji Muxia sat on the grand teacher's chair, tapped the handle lightly with his fingers, as if closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Xie Bingyan had to admire his big heart.

Xie Bingyan sat on the chair next to him, his eyes still staring at the ghost outside.

The two sides fought with each other with eyes, each other was very gentle and polite, very gentleman.

After seeing a lot, Xie Bingyan actually felt that the other party was a bit in the way, this is not a lantern, but a group of light bulbs.

In the originally good world of two people, there is a group of ghosts, which is really not pleasing to the eye.

Thinking about it this way, Xie Bingyan became much calmer.

"Paper of calligraphy and paper, pagoda of calligraphy and paper." Ji Mucha read in a low voice, "Do you know what the pagoda of calligraphy and paper is used for?"

Xie Bingyan shook his head.

Like telling a bedtime story, Ji Mucha slowly narrated the long historical story.

Calligraphy and Paper Pagoda, also known as Xizi Pagoda, Burning Character Library, etc., began in the Song Dynasty and became quite popular in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

At that time, most of the literati would choose to hold a grand sacrifice on the birthday of Emperor Wenchang, that is, the third day of the second lunar month.

This is the source of the information Ji Muxia and Xie Bingyan collected from the incomplete letters in the study.

Based on Ji Muxia's work and study experience, he has also seen the records of the pagoda in other historical materials, so he can know the true meaning in a few words.

Emperor Wenchang's sacrifices are different from other gods. He enjoys five grains and three animals. What he enjoys is writing paper, which is waste paper used by scholars.

"Burn the calligraphy paper in the calligraphy paper tower, then clean out the burnt calligraphy paper, put it in a special wooden box, and send it into the water respectfully to the sound of drum music." Ji Muxia recalled the records she had read.

"People at that time believed that when the river flows into the sea, the sea and the sky meet, and eventually the writing and paper will return to the sky and to the side of the gods."

Xie Bingyan frowned deeply upon hearing this, then raised his head again, looking at the plaque above his head.

"Since it is burning writing paper, which writing paper should be burned? The ones in the study room?"

"No."

Ji Muxia got up, looked at the family tree on the table that had been restored to the player roster again, and reached out to take it over.

Xie Bingyan saw that just as Ji Mucha came across the family tree, all the ghosts stepped back together, and many emotions such as fear and disgust were clearly shown on that transparent face.

Xie Bingyan had a thought, they didn't dare to come in, was it really because of this collection of poems?

"This is a cursed item. Whoever touches it will die. Ghosts are afraid of people." When Ji Muxia replied, Xie Bingyan realized that he had already expressed his doubts unconsciously.

"Then you still touch it." Xie Bingyan was anxious and wanted to snatch it from Ji Muxia.

"It's okay. It's almost over, no matter how powerful the curse is, it's useless." Ji Muxia was as calm as ever, and opened the family tree that had changed greatly.

When the plaque is taken down, the family tree is restored to its dilapidated appearance.

When the plaque is hung, the family tree will become the player's death list.

Just as Ji Mucha opened it, in addition to the death portraits of herself and Xie Bingyan, she also saw the latest portrait of Leo and the time of death.

There are white candles in the main room, Ji Muxia took off the lampshade, and put the family tree on the flame to heat it.

Then all the words on the paper faded away, and on the yellowed paper, there were poems that Ji Mucha had seen fragments of in letters.

All of them misunderstood that this was not a family tree, but the collection of poems that led to the death of the Xu family.

It was only because of the death of the Xu family that it became the death family tree of the Xu family, causing all the Xu family to die on the same day.It has also become the player's death list, controlling the dangers and death methods encountered by the player.

The NPC is under the nose, and the writing paper is also under the nose.

This is the second level of the game. In fact, the game has never been difficult.

It's no wonder that the game is so angry with the players' stupidity.

Just thinking of this, Ji Muxia's clear and clear child's voice sounded again, yawning and impatiently saying:

[The fifth day of the countdown...]

Finally waited for this voice.

Ji Muxia relaxed slightly: "Sleep for a while, there will be a big battle tomorrow."

The tower of writing paper is in the haystack, and there are ghosts in the haystack, it's not a big war.

As for the ghosts outside the door, Ji Muxia regarded them as guards.

"You go to bed first, I will watch for a while."

Ji Mucha can be so nervous that he doesn't care about those "audiences", but Xie Bingyan can't.

This night, he made up his mind to keep vigil to guard against the uncontrollable runaway of the ghosts outside.

"You wait for two hours and ask me to change it." Ji Muxia yawned sleepily.

"Okay." Xie Bingyan couldn't hold back, and stretched out his hand to rub Ji Muxia's hair.

Xie Bingyan promised well, but until dawn, Ji Mucha was woken up by footsteps and voices outside, Xie Bingyan didn't call him.

Last night, Xie Bingyan survived the night vigil alone.

Fortunately, those ghosts were very gentlemanly and didn't do anything. After staring all night, they changed back to the appearance of white lanterns and returned to their original place.

When Ji Mucha wanted to say more, Xie Bingyan smiled relaxedly: "Didn't you call me brother?"

Everyone called him Brother Bingyan, so wouldn't it be natural for the elder brother to protect the younger brother.

At this time, the players had already come to the main room angrily, Ji Mucha didn't say any more, and changed the subject to talk about business.

"I already have a clue of the time. It's just today. I'll talk about it when everyone comes."

Surprisingly, Beria made it through last night, showing up at the table on time for breakfast.

Facing Ji Muxia's slightly surprised eyes, Beria said lightly, "I won't just die like this."

"Let's not talk about me, is that the priest today?"

"Yes." Ji Mucha looked at the rest of the players with expectant and nervous eyes, "I still need everyone to cooperate. Sacrifice is not a matter of one person."

Beria first said: "You say."

Ji Muxia raised his head and gestured to the plaque above his head that read "Heirloom of Farming and Reading".

"First, remove the plaque and carry it to the calligraphy and paper tower."

Beria knew the location of the paper tower.

When the plaque was removed and carried out of the main room by the players, the family tree returned to its dilapidated appearance again.

And, for the first time, it didn't turn into scattered flying pages.

Ji Muxia took the poetry collection that was misunderstood as a family tree.

Follow the plaque.

"Just this book is enough, don't you need to go to the study to get some more text?" Xie Bingyan asked worriedly when passing the study.

"No. That's all." Ji Muxia was very sure.

Beria was silent all the way and cooperated silently. He was one of the people who carried the plaque.

The other person is Xie Bingyan.

Some other players didn't trust Ji Mucha, thinking that he just wanted to experiment with human life.

Or they have their own ideas and are unwilling to cooperate and leave alone.

But in the end there were quite a few of them, including Ji Muxia, Xie Bingyan and Beria, there were about seven or eight people.

After hearing the conversation between the two, some of the seven or eight people were worried. They looked at each other to signal, and went to the study to find some writing paper.

When Ji Muxia saw it, it was like copying the house, not only the letters on the table, but also the books on the bookshelves, and even the landscape paintings on the walls.

Ji Muxia frowned, and ransacked all the family members, followed by ransacking the house. What is the difference between the player's behavior and those officials that Xu Zhengqin hates the most?

"We're going to move quickly and burn this before they burn it."

Ji Mucha said in a low voice.

He had a hunch that these players' self-assessment would bring disaster to him.

Xie Bingyan looked behind quietly, the corners of his eyes twitched.

In broad daylight, the white lanterns hanging on the eaves and hidden in the grass quietly moved their positions, and gathered towards them from different directions.

Xie Bingyan gestured to Ji Mucha, but got a "calm" mouth.

How could there be no Xu family in the Xu family's sacrificial ceremony?

……

Arriving by the mountain stream behind the paper mill, Ji Muxia was surprised at the scene in front of him, but not so surprised.

He looked at Beria worriedly, with deep sympathy in his eyes.

Sure enough, after seeing the scene in front of him, Beria's hand trembled, and he almost threw down the plaque he was carrying.

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect it to be like this hahaha..."

Beria laughed so wildly that tears flowed from the laughter.

He and Leo tried their best to pierce the haystack, just to expose the calligraphy tower inside.

As a result, Leo's life was lost, and the paper tower hid in the haystack and remained motionless.

But now when the time came, it came out by itself.

What is Leo's death?

"So that's what you mean when you say the time is up?" Xie Bingyan was thoughtful.

Today is the time.

Even though he became a ghost, the Xu family still respected Emperor Wenchang, and worshiped on time when the date came.

Before hiding in the haystack and guarding in every possible way, Ji Muxia didn't need to explain, after knowing the truth about Literary Inquisition, Xie Bingyan also understood.

——That is the Xu family's protection of their beliefs.

"Put the plaque here." Ji Muxia signaled the two people who were carrying the plaque to put the plaque in front of the calligraphy and paper tower.

When he got closer, Xie Bingyan found that the pagoda was not very high, at least much shorter than common pagodas.

The stone pagoda is blue-gray as a whole, and it is made of bluestones. It is about seven meters high, and its size does not allow people to enter.

Its base is only about two square meters, which is a cube; the tower body has only three floors, which is a six-sided prism, and the volume shrinks a circle with each upper floor; the top floor is carved like a gourd; U-shaped hole, this is the incinerator for burning calligraphy paper.

"Burning the writing paper can stop time?" The players who went to the study to get the letters and landscape paintings stopped at this moment, and looked at each other vigilantly, "Who will burn first?"

"Let me do it."

Beria, who had cried and laughed like a madman, suddenly took the family tree from Ji Mucha's hand—it was also Xu Zhengqin's poetry collection.

"You tell the process, I will do it."

When Ji Mucha hesitated, Beria said indifferently: "Leo has a competitive personality, and he likes to be the first in everything. The reason why he went to lift the haystack was to be the first to pass the level. Now that he is gone, I want to take it for him." To this No.1."

Ji Muxia let go.

Instructing Beria, first ignite the collection of poems.

Beria carried a lighter, lit the collection of poems and threw them into the incinerator.

Ji Muxia saw that when the collection of poems melted little by little in the flames, the picture in front of her eyes seemed to be fading, becoming dimmer little by little.

The bluestone calligraphy and paper pagoda became gray and cracked, the dry mountain stream beside the calligraphy and paper pagoda exposed the river bed, and the surrounding woods became dead with dead branches and leaves.

Even the white lantern following behind turned into a bloodstained...

people.

Including the plaque of "Heirloom of Farming and Reading", Xu Zhengqin stood where the plaque was, revealing his original appearance, a civil servant in his early forties.

Back in time, back to the last moment when the Xu family died.

The collection of poems carried too much resentment from the Xu family, and turned into a strange curse, which in turn caused the Xu family to be still bound in this courtyard after death.

Although they died because of writing, the Xu family never resented writing, resented writing paper, and hated only those in power.

This is also the reason why the Xu family still worshiped Emperor Wenchang and protected the pagoda of calligraphy and paper after death. The pagoda of calligraphy and paper was built to respect the writing and paper.

When the collection of poems was completely burned, Ji Muxia saw the Xu family's body starting from the feet, turning into light spots little by little, dissipating around like fireflies.

"Time" was destroyed and completely stopped, and the Xu family was relieved.

Ji Muxia grabbed a handful of still warm ashes and sprinkled them directly into the mountain stream.

Back in the past, the mountain stream had turned into a dry river, and he didn't have a casket, so he just swayed freely, inexplicably having the illusion of waving the ashes of Xu's family.

With a flash in Xie Bingyan's eyes, he looked around at the players who were standing far away waiting to see their end, took up all the remaining paper ashes and sprinkled them into the mountain stream.

This is a sacrifice to Emperor Wenchang.

Not at all for those players who want to fish in troubled waters.

"Come on, I saved a handful for you." Xie Bingyan didn't forget Beria, and left the last handful of paper ashes.

Bella shook her head and refused.

At this time, a player wanted to step forward and pass the level like this. Seeing him stretching out his hand towards the paper dust, Xie Bingyan took a long breath and blew away the paper dust.

"We burn it ourselves." The player said with a cold look at Xie Bingyan.

The game has always been clearly divided.

The collection of poems was found by Ji Mucha and Xie Bingyan, and the pagoda of calligraphy and paper was found by Leo and Beria. people.

Players who have passed a game and survived until now know that, just like in the Aztec game, all players are required to smear their own blood. In this game, there is no one person to clear the level and all to be relieved.

Ji Muxia saw those players taking the writing paper he brought from the study to light a fire, but not only did the flames fail to ignite, but it also angered those Xu family members who hadn't left completely, and glared at them one by one.

Looking at this scene, Xie Bingyan suddenly thought of the scene of standing outside the door but harmlessly staring at each other all night with him, inexplicably felt that this group of Xu family members were really elegant.

Graceful literati are really cute, even if they become ghosts.

The graceful literati disappeared, and the papyrus on the surrounding haystacks flew towards the pagoda like a soul, sealing it inside again.

Looking at the re-sealed tower of writing paper and the re-gathered haystack, Beria suddenly rushed towards the haystack.

Ji Mucha didn't expect that Beria would go all out to die when the game was cleared.

Before he even had time to hold Beria, he saw that the pale hand protruding from the haystack had already grabbed Beria's body.

This time, Beria did not resist or struggle, and even held one of the hands with lush body hair on the back. That hand was completely different from the surrounding hand bones and skin. Ji Mucha could tell it was a Caucasian hand at a glance. .

With a smile on his face, Beria was swallowed by the haystack, and he didn't let out a scream until the last moment.

Ji Muxia was silent.

Xie Bingyan looked deeply at the haystack, with a moving expression in his eyes.

"It is human nature to be timid at the moment of death."

But after waking up, overcoming timidity and dying for love is not.

[Congratulations to the little idiots, the game is cleared! 】

Ji Muxia heard the child's voice laughing in his mind.

He and Xie Bingyan successfully passed the level.

But the other players who have reached the last step did not. They frantically attacked the haystack, trying to make the word paper tower appear again.

However, haystacks have once again become dangerous goods.

When leaving the game, Ji Mucha heard the sound of reading aloud.

"The world is immortal, and culture is immortal.

There are endless human beings and endless cultures.

Or the mouth of the pincers, or the pen of the snatcher.

People take away their name, but I keep the truth.

The culture is so beautiful that the ugliness should be avoided.

Culture is true and good, and hypocrisy fears it.

Who can cover up the sun and menstruation?

Eternal rivers, who can destroy them? 1"

This is not the poem that was regarded as a rebellion by those in power. This is Xu Zhengqin's poem used to express his ambition after the literary prison incident happened.

Listening to the Xu family's proud reading, Ji Muxia seemed to see the backbone of the literati through the ages.

Literati sometimes can't carry their shoulders and hands, but sometimes they stand upright.

Accompanied by the sound of reading aloud, Ji Muxia's heart was agitated.

He is also a member of the literati...

In the next second, Ji Mucha has returned to reality.

In reality, in the reading room of the Qin Qin Research Institute.

Xie Bingyan was right in front of him, saying that he had brought him a surprise.

"Fortunately, we are all alive."

Unexpectedly, they went through a life-and-death game together again, and fortunately survived together again.

At this moment, Xie Bingyan has no other thoughts, only pure joy.

He couldn't help hugging Ji Mucha, but an angry voice came from behind: "Xie Bingyan, let go of my brother!"

Xie Bingyan: "..."

"Ji Fanchun, why is it you again!"

In the quiet corner of the reading room, the sound of two men fighting could be heard.

Seeing that the two were fighting more and more excessively, Ji Muxia calmly called the machine administrator, packed them together and threw them into the gym to continue fighting.

When Ji Muxia saw that the time was almost up, when Youzai Youzai went to ask the two to have dinner together, as expected, he saw the two lying on the ground as tired as dogs.

"Who will cook at night?" Ji Mucha held a bunch of keys in his hand, which were the keys of his house.

The two elder brothers are back, so naturally they have to go home.

"I!"

"I!"

The two elder brothers rushed to answer as if they were competing for favor.

Ji Muxia shrugged: "Look at your skills."

Both elder brothers are good at cooking. Ji Muxia has been taken care of since she was a child. Even if she studies and works alone, she can eat in the cafeteria. Her cooking skills have never been brightened.

"Let's go, go home, there is no food at home and we need to buy food."

……

With her own orange cat on her head, Ji Muxia verified that Pupil opened the door and entered.

"Ah, finally home!"

It was not Ji Fanchun, the real owner of the house, but Xie Bingyan who shouted exaggeratedly.

The veins on Ji Fanchun's forehead twitched, and he looked like he really wanted to kick Xie Bingyan's ass.

As soon as Xie Bingyan entered the door, the familiar man took out his slippers and changed them for him: "Come, come, you're welcome."

Then he turned his back on the customer and enthusiastically pulled out the teacup to pour water for Ji Fanchun.

"The tea and coffee at home are all for a handsome guy like Mu Xia. Anyway, you are ugly, and plain water is quite suitable for you."

Ji Fanchun: "..."

"Hehe, Xie Bingyan, have you forgotten that I am Mu Xia's brother, and I look very similar to him?"

Xie Bingyan drank the boiled water with a smile: "If you don't drink it, forget it. If you don't drink it, I will drink it myself."

The orange cat suddenly let out a shrill "meow" and scratched at Xie Bingyan.

Ji Mucha: "That's the water glass for oranges."

Xie Bingyan: "Pfft——"

After a few days away, the house finally has an owner, and it has regained its vitality.

The rewards for clearing the game haven't come yet. Ji Muxia guessed after discussing with the others that there are probably some players who haven't cleared the level yet.

I don't know what will happen to the remaining players.

Xie Bingyan slumped down on the sofa, more casual than in his own home.

"Hey, I don't have a place to live when I come back. Do I still have my room at home?"

"Keep it, clean it yourself." Ji Muxia replied without raising her head.

Ji Fanchun's eyes swished like knives, and Xie Bingyan was even more proud of his naked dislike.

"Hey, good! I'll clean it for you by the way!" Xie Bingyan got up and went to Ji Muxia's room, before he was stopped by Ji Fanchun.

"Xie Bingyan, go grocery shopping."

Xie Bingyan: "Order..."

"Don't count on ordering, the signal is gone, how do you get a robot to deliver it?"

Ji Fanchun sneered sharply: "If you want to live in our house, you can't live for nothing. Mu Xia, don't you think so?"

"Yes!" Ji Muxia was busy pouring cat food for Juzi, and replied casually.

This time, it was Ji Fanchun's turn to look at Xie Bingyan proudly.

Xie Bingyan: "I'll buy it!"

……

When Xie Bingyan went to buy groceries, the atmosphere at home suddenly became quiet and peaceful.

Ji Fanchun took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and fully showed his brother's love.

"Didn't you eat well in the game? I still have some rice at home. I'll make you some porridge first."

"it is good."

Ji Muxia's voice was full of cheers, and followed Ji Fanchun into the kitchen like a little tail.

By the way, he brought his optical brain into the kitchen, opened up the data stored in the past to search for relevant information, and chatted with his brother at the same time.

"Have you heard the story of "Two Bitches"?"

While cooking, Ji Fanchun told stories to Ji Muxia.

When her parents had just passed away, Ji Mucha couldn't sleep all night because she was not stable.At that time, Ji Fanchun was by his side, telling him some stories collected from the Internet every night.

Although Ji Muxia had heard many stories before, he just felt that the feeling was very reassuring, and would fall asleep peacefully amidst the sound of his brother's stories.

Whenever Ji Fanchun starts to tell a story, Ji Muxia will subconsciously quiet down and listen to him tell the story attentively.

"Once upon a time, there was a pet dog who lived in a beautiful little house. On a rainy day, I saw a stray dog ​​mother who had just given birth, with five puppies, and asked her for help. The stray dog ​​mother said : When I get through this rainy day, I will return the house to you."

"So the pet dog gave up the house and found a place by herself for the whole night. The next day, she went to go back to her house, and the mother of the stray dog ​​said again, my child is still so young, and after three months my child I'll give it back to you when I grow up."

"The pet dog looked at the poor puppies and felt sympathetic, so he gave up the house again. But when he came back three months later, the five puppies had grown into big, strong dogs, and they grinned at her. He refused to return the house to her."

Ji Muxia was thoughtful: "I probably understand."

[Rewards for customs clearance, signal recovery for two hours! 】

Just at this time, the rewards of the game came.

Ji Muxia seized the time and surfed the Internet when the signal was restored, just in time to see the bombing of the refugees.

It turned out that the second round was just that the game they were in was relatively peaceful, and there were still brutal fights in other games.

And if the game is not cleared, there will continue to be explosions.

As Xie Bingyan guessed, this time the scope of the explosion was narrowed.It is no longer aimed at a continent, but at a cultural circle. Countries that once had a common culture usually gather together.

Hearing Ji Fanchun's story, Ji Muxia said casually: "You are talking about those explosions