Chapter 540 Farewell My Concubine

The back mountain of Zhenjing Daoyuan has fallen into chaos.

After Chen Shu turned into a ghost, he launched an indiscriminate attack, but the impact is not great at present.

After all, the place where he is is the most remote place in Zhenjing Daoyuan.

Ji Li has an ancient bronze coffin and has long known the abnormality of the other party, so it is not a problem for him to escape.

After he smashed the wall, he climbed over the outer wall and now entered the pedestrian back street.

A wall separates the tourists here, who are still intoxicated in the afternoon play and never get tired of it.

Ji Li dusted off the lime on his body, ignored the eyes of the crowd, and walked quickly towards the distance.

This trip to Shanghai City should end here.

He got part of the truth fifty years ago, but he still couldn't solve it.

The defection of Miaojiang and the disappearance of Tong En and his wife seem to prove Ji Li's position.

Ji Li is a minion of Tianhai Hotel.

However, if we look at the Chunshan Future incident, there may be another explanation.

Regardless of what Ji Li is now, there is no doubt that Ji Li fifty years ago must have been alive.

To be with Tianhai is to seek the skin of a tiger after all.

This principle is very simple and easy to understand.

So Ji Li speculated that perhaps fifty years ago, he was sacrificing some people to plan some kind of big event.

And this big event should have failed.

The final outcome was the death of all his companions, he lost all his memories, was sent back to the seventh branch, and started from scratch.

What is terrible is not failure, but time.

During this long time, he is gradually losing his original intention.

The inhuman experience has turned him into a ghost, and he even forgot what he had done as a human.

He no longer cares about the human instinct of staying alive.

He is slowly forgetting his previous obsession.

Perhaps, Ji Li fifty years ago was a person who was loyal to life and brave enough to survive.

But the power of time is too strong.

It turned the once brave and lively Ji Li into numb and pessimistic, and he lived like a pale paper.

Fifty years ago, fifty years later, the world has changed, people have died.

Since he opened his eyes for the first time a few months ago, Ji Li has seen a strange world.

He has always been unable to find his true goal.

Miaojiang, he will hardly see it again in the future.

But this woman has brought something valuable after all.

The big event that Ji Li had planned fifty years ago did not fail completely.

At least he is still alive, no matter how.

Then, what Ji Li has to do next is to find his heart and make himself a lively person again.

For Chunshan Future, Tongen and his wife, Mo, the gloomy man whose name is still unknown...

Even Miaojiang.

Complete the big event that has not yet ended fifty years ago.

...

"Manager Ji, have you returned to Shanming City?"

On the high-speed train, Ji Li still sat by the window, leaning his head against the glass and staring at the scenery that kept flashing.

Clay's questioning voice came from the headset.

"Back."

Ji Li didn't say much. In fact, he was not a talkative person.

"Oh, that's a pity. I have something urgent to do and I was thinking we could go together."

When Clay said this, he paused for a moment, as if waiting for Ji Li's reply.

But Ji Li obviously didn't want to talk, so he could only explain himself awkwardly.

"It was Gu Xingjian's idea to go back suddenly this time.

He seemed to intend to send me to Tiannan Drama Academy to collect information."

When it comes to business, Ji Li naturally had to speak, and he immediately asked:

"It's been so long since the incident, shouldn't he have sent someone there earlier, or used a criminal object."

"The weird thing is here.

In these two days and two nights, seven employees of the Ninth Branch disappeared strangely.

The number of people has decreased, but we can't remember which seven are missing?

After Gu Xingjian sent people to Tiannan Drama Academy for the eighth time, the number of people in the branch decreased by two again.

Nine employees are gone, but none of us can remember who these nine people are?

The traces of their existence seem to have been erased from this world."

Clay's tone was full of solemnity this time, and he was obviously a little scared.

Compared to death, it is more terrible to be forgotten by this world.

It is not surprising that so many people died in the Ninth Branch at Tiannan Drama Academy.

But what Ji Li cares about is why Gu Xingjian knew this and continued to send people to die.

The only explanation is that Gu Xingjian is probably conducting some kind of experiment.

He is using human lives to verify something about Tiannan Drama Academy.

Ji Li's long silence made Clay feel even worse.

This time he went back to the branch because Gu Xingjian named him.

Every batch of people sent to Tiannan Drama Academy never came back.

The death was too strange, and not even a little information was revealed. This was too much pressure for him.

He could only ask again:

"How strong is that ghost?"

Ji Li couldn't answer this question, so he could only tell the truth:

"As long as it's not on the mission, whoever goes will die."

Clay hung up the phone in a long silence, and it was obvious that he had his own ideas.

Ji Li looked out the window with a heavy heart. In fact, there should be another sentence after this sentence.

"I'm afraid that even in the mission, it's hard for anyone to survive."

...

When Ji Li came out of the high-speed rail station, it was getting dark.

The sun was about to disappear on the horizon, and a crescent moon also appeared.

At the crowded and noisy station entrance, countless taxis were waiting for passengers at the designated place.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and the temperature at night had dropped to five or six degrees.

The cold wind blew Ji Li's long hair, he wrapped his clothes tightly and walked towards a taxi.

"Moat."

The station was not far from the seventh branch, and the drive took only about half an hour.

The driver, who had been running all day, had nothing to talk about at the moment, but occasionally watched a short video while waiting for the red light.

Time, it was 6:39 in the evening.

The city's street lights and street signs were all lit up, and the outside world began its night life.

Ji Li looked at the scene outside the window and found that he was walking on a familiar road.

The red lanterns on both sides of the road illuminated a Republican-style street with unique architecture and retro style.

About a month ago, he and Yu Guo passed by here.

And a day later, they returned to this street and went back to the past to carry out a life-and-death mission.

After a long time, when Ji Li passed by here again, he still felt a sense of weirdness when looking at the streets outside the window.

Today is December 1st.

This Republican-style street was actually empty and the shops were closed.

The uneven stone brick road made the vehicle move forward particularly bumpy, again and again, like the beating of a living heart.

Since when, the driver has not made any sound.

It seems that Ji Li is the only one left in the world, sitting in a car that is heading to an unknown place.

Ji Li's face darkened, he grabbed the car door with one hand and looked at the driver's seat.

There was no light in the car, and it was all illuminated by red lanterns. In the dimness, there was only the dark back of the driver.

Even the sound of breathing could not be heard.

The vehicle was not driving fast on this road, and the images outside the window flashed by very slowly.

Ji Li didn't want to stay in this iron shell any longer, so he opened the door with a flick of his finger and jumped out.

After several rolls, he supported himself with one hand and slowly stood up.

Ji Li was the only figure on the entire Minguo Street.

There was a thick green fog in front of him, and the same was true behind him.

The strange taxi rushed straight into the fog and disappeared without a trace.

Ji Li's heart was beating weakly, and the sound of a musical instrument sounded faintly in his ears.

The lyrics of the song quietly floated from the thick fog in front.

The opera voice was gentle and sad, like a woman sobbing at midnight, which was very touching.

When the emotions were excited, there were also real cheers.

Ji Li walked towards the thick fog unconsciously, and many sounds became more and more real, as if they were right in front of him.

Not long after, he finally came to the source of the sound.

It was a wide stage, blocking both ends of the street.

The audience seats in front of the stage were filled with audiences, who were listening to the play with their eyes wide open.

Such a large scene almost occupied half of the street.

Everyone had their backs to Ji Li, except for the two people in costumes on the stage.

The actress danced with her sleeves, holding a sword, and her tears had wet her makeup.

The sword was across her snow-white neck, ready to cut at any time.

The lyrics in her mouth became more and more sad as the play reached its climax.

Hundreds of audiences were completely immersed in the play and couldn't help crying.

The long street was trapped by heavy fog, and the song sung on the stage was a classic opera:

"Farewell My Concubine."