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Chapter 576. 280. Midsummer is dying

[The resurrection point has been reset...]

When the caramel snail woke up, the weather was less drowsy, the sun was rising, the breeze was gentle, and the dampness typical of midsummer had subsided.

"Ugh, it feels like another day wasted."

But after all, it's already the end of the season, the experience reserve has already been full, and the level has reached the upper limit. The caramel snail is not in a hurry to fight, and it is just to come out to play and change the mood.

He left the room, Li Aoz had been waiting for him in the restaurant for a long time.

"You slept late."

Li Aoz picked up the bone china cup and took a sip of the coffee.

"It's better to say that you got up very early, and besides, I can't decide what time I get up..."

The caramel snail complained.

The minimum sleep time set in the game should not be less than 8 hours, what can he do.

"Get up, let's have breakfast."

Li Aoz tapped the milkshake casually with a spoon, then spread out the newspaper, and read the news that happened last night:

"Last night, a fire broke out in Suluo City. Fortunately, there were no casualties. Some citizens claimed to hear noises that made people feel excited and couldn't sleep..."

Snapped!

"noise!"

Before Xia Beiluo finished speaking, the man reflected in the window immediately cursed:

"This group of priests without taste actually call punk noise noise? Do you have any brains? Even if you copy a few lines of scriptures, you won't have no artistic understanding at all!"

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Xia Beiluo hastily waved:

"This is in a public place, aren't you afraid of being caught by other psychics?"

"Don't yell yourself, you won't be noticed. As for me—why should I be afraid?"

Igor crossed his arms and walked out of the mirror on his own, then sat across from her and asked.

"Don't be kidding, you played music last night, encouraged people to set fires everywhere, danced in the street, and almost didn't kill anyone!"

Xia Beiluo muttered.

"Didn't that make a fuss?

Gore innocently said:

"Don't be so eager to blame me. How do you know that those people won't be very happy? Maybe they have been tortured by the curfew for so long, and they have long been exhausted."

"How can there be such a thing! The church said that the curfew is to protect people from being harmed by wandering spirits."

"Well, I understand, I understand. They have said this since ancient times. At first, they arranged for people to rotate guards, then the night watchman system, and then the scale became larger. They found that standing guards could not solve the problem, and then they simply banned night watchmen. Out—guess what happens next?"

Igor snorted:

"They will take away your power step by step. In the end, you even have to ask the gods for food and water—fuck, the church is still the same as before. I am so fucking familiar."

Xia Beiluo was speechless.

"Your meal."

The waiter casually threw a bowl of oatmeal and boiled potatoes on her table, Xia Beiluo quickly thanked her twice, and started to gobble it up.

"Don't worry, no one will grab the slop from you." Igor crossed his legs and put his head in his hands, looking at ease.

Xia Beiluo ignored him at all and just worked hard.

Fourteen hours ago, Igor manipulated her body and ordered an unprecedented riot with music.

Under his guitar playing, people rushed to the streets, singing and dancing, and at the end of this summer, they blatantly violated the curfew order of the church.

They threw torches at church buildings, strangers hooked each other, drank and talked, men kissed women, women kissed women, women kissed dogs, and dogs were thrown into the sewer.

In that moment, there was only freedom, or chaos, in the air.

She was so frightened that she fled Suluo City overnight with her luggage and guitar, fled all the way in a hurry, and came to this motel.

Xia Beiluo witnessed all that happened with her own eyes, and knew exactly how Igor did it with this guitar—she glanced at the guitar case at hand, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.

"Igor, who are you?" She closed her mouth and asked in her heart.

"dead."

Igor said casually.

"I know you're dead...I mean, who were you before?"

Xia Beiluo asked seriously.

Igor replied:

"The poor, the workers, the musicians, the dead."

"... gone?" Xia Beiluo was surprised: "Just, that's all?"

"What more do you want? A boring relationship history, a down-and-out background, a chaotic upbringing, and a cliché blackening awakening? And then die angrily—fuck, save yourself, that stuff was outdated in my day. "

Igor Cui tried to touch the cigarette on the table, but as soon as his hand grabbed it, it immediately turned into a pool of phantom debris.

"Fuck, how bad is your psychic perception? I don't even have the ability to move at all. I really don't remember it, and it fell into your hands."

Xia Beiluo looked at the other party and cursed, but her mind calmed down. She recalled the contents of the textbook and asked tentatively:

"Your body is not made of spiritual power... You, aren't you a spiritual body?"

"Of course I am not. If I were a spirit body, on this planet full of [psychic mediums] and [shamans], I would have been arrested long ago."

When Igor said this, he stood up suddenly, and he walked around a few steps.

"How should I explain it to you? The process is very complicated. There are many reasons why I became like this. 50 years ago, I did many earth-shattering things. But now, even if I play the tune again, And they won't remember that I've been here... Fuck, it's pathetic to think I'm reduced to being with a junkyard scavenger."

Igor put his hands on his hips and looked at the scenery outside the motel window.

Xia Beiluo thought for a while and said, "You mean, you should have been a big shot before?"

"Big man? No, I'm a thorn in the side of those big men, a thorn in their flesh. They want to get rid of me every day, but people like me, and they believe in everything I bring to them, so they dare not get rid of me."

Igor sighed:

"Then, I died in a car accident, which is ironic - the priests wanted to kill me but couldn't, and a car that got out of control did."

"A car accident can take your life—could it be, were you a mortal in your lifetime?"

"Of course I am. I have belonged to mortals all my life."

As Igor said, he took off his sunglasses, looked at Xia Beiluo, but changed the subject:

"But I'm not now."

"Now, you are..."

"I don't know what I am now."

Wearing sunglasses, Igor walked back and forth in the restaurant, and from time to time looked at the billboards that were the same as they were 50 years ago:

"You can walk in the sun for a long time without consuming spiritual power."

He stood in the sun, facing the purple sun safe and sound.

"Touching a living person will not take away the other person's body temperature."

He brushed the passerby's shoulder casually, who didn't respond.

"Will not be seen by anyone other than the owner of the guitar."

He even simply sat down on the bar counter, blocking the view of the proprietress, who was still staring at the mime on the TV.

"These places are absolutely incomparable with conventional spiritual bodies."

"But I am sure that I have surpassed the 'spiritualism' world view restricted by the [weird] path. Their idealistic understanding cannot understand my existence. Only a different world view and understanding concept can explain my existence. "

"If possible, I would also like to know what I am."

(End of this chapter)