Gravekeeper

What is the best solution to the secret realm?

When you don't have the strength but still want to survive, then try to find the rules that may exist in the cracks to survive.

And when you have the strength, the best way is to try to break the rules of the secret realm.

Chu Qing did this, and he was ready to take action instantly.

However, what he didn't expect was that the young man in front of him just smiled slightly when he heard it:

"Really? That's really great!"

There was no weird rule ability that came instantly, and there was no terrifying ghost that the whole vehicle turned into.

There was only the young man's indifferent look and the noisy vehicle that resumed again.

However, I don't know if it was Chu Qing's words that made the young man lose interest. He seemed to have nothing to talk about with Chu Qing, but took something out of his arms.

Chu Qing was alert.

It was something that was also very retro and very suitable for this era:

harmonica.

Chu Qing narrowed his eyes, and his blood-red pupils reappeared, but they were covered by the hands.

Then, a pleasant voice appeared.

It was a prelude that Chu Qing was not familiar with.

The moment it appeared, the beautiful sound caught Chu Qing's ears, making him subconsciously want to continue listening.

However, sensibility and rationality made completely different actions at this moment.

Chu Qing's dark palm suddenly stretched out, and his blood-red pupils stared at the young man holding the harmonica.

The young man almost didn't even scream, and he turned into a yin energy and disappeared.

However, before Chu Qing could react, at the original position of the vehicle.

The young man and the harmonica appeared there almost at the moment they disappeared.

Chu Qing didn't even think about it, and the blood-red pupils started again.

The young man still died again without any resistance.

However, he appeared on the side again.

Two consecutive deaths did not affect the sound of the harmonica.

That was the sound of the times.

Filled with countless memories of the past.

Blood red filled Chu Qing's eyes. The joint activation of the black hand and the blood pupil was almost unpredictable at this stage, and no creature could stop it.

However, the existence in front of him seemed to be a monster that could never be killed.

Eight times, or ten times?

Chu Qing was a little confused.

Finally, he understood that such an action was meaningless.

The secret realm in front of him could not be cracked by brute force.

And he had more or less some guesses about this thing in front of him.

The young man did not care about Chu Qing, and he did not care about the previous death.

He just sat there, playing the harmonica in his mouth.

Finally, the song ended, and the vehicle slowly stopped.

It was still a station, but it was fundamentally different from the station in the countryside just now.

It had grown to a certain size.

"Aren't you getting off the train?"

The young man smiled, but for some reason, there was a sense of vicissitudes in his eyes.

Chu Qing looked at the young man in front of him silently. The strange harmonica did not change him at all, and the feedback from his blood pupils was also very clear, without any influence from the rules.

Now, he was really interested in seeing what tricks this thing was going to play.

He said lightly:

"Didn't you just say that you wanted me to talk to you more? What can we talk about in such a short while?"

"Okay."

He did not speak again, and the people on the bus began to get on and off the bus.

But this time, the people who got on the bus were different from the people from the countryside before.

Most of them were full of energy and excitement:

"Hey, I've been selected as an advanced worker. Now, can that son of a bitch Li Laosan say that my work is not outstanding?"

"Tsk, what's so great about that? It's said that Li Laosan went to Nanyang to do big business and became a rich man."

"It's useless! I'm a worker, and he's a speculator. If it had been a few years earlier, hum hum..."

"..."

Chu Qing listened to it and his brows relaxed slightly.

This time, he didn't act rashly again.

On the way before, he had been focusing on killing this thing, but never saw the outside.

At this time, he looked outside, and then he was deeply attracted.

'Yongshun Supply and Marketing Cooperative'

'Zhongyuan Steel Plant'

'...'

'Ding ding bell...'

The sound of the bicycle was crisp, as if it concealed and suppressed the dull 'bang' sound of this old broken car.

Let Chu Qing's thoughts recover.

Because at this moment, the song ended, and the familiar young man's voice sounded again:

"How is it?"

Chu Qing shook his head, then frowned slightly: "Not so good."

"Why? Here, people get what they work for, and here they share the spoils. This is the place that countless people dream of. Don't you want to go down and take a look?"

The young man meant something.

Chu Qing thought for a while and said, "But, in such a world, if I do more, why should I get the same amount as others?

If I can do something that others can't do, why should I get the same amount as others?"

His eyes, in those eyes, no longer had the blood red color, only the stubbornness of possible injustice.

The young man didn't speak, because with the end of the song, the vehicle finally stopped again.

The previous people went down, and new people came up.

They were dressed in bright clothes:

"Hey, we made another deal today."

"What deal?"

"It seems to be a mobile phone. That thing is always profitable! You can make calls in your hand without wires."

"Go to hell, if it was always profitable, how could we not have heard of it? Even the phone needs wires, you must have been fooled..."

"Then you just wait..."

Chu Qing still didn't speak, he frowned and looked outside again.

The song sounded again.

Time, as if on this bus, moved quickly again.

This time,

'RT-MART Supermarket'

'Times New Home'

'Wanhe Furniture City'

'...'

The song ended, and this broken car had arrived at the familiar station again.

Outside the station, there were still many passengers getting on and off.

Only Chu Qing, alone, sat in the first seat.

"This doesn't work?"

The young man, at this moment, has become a middle-aged man.

His face is the type that people can't remember after seeing it once. You can see him anywhere, but you will never remember him.

He seems to represent the most ordinary type of people.

Chu Qing shook his head: "It's boring."

"Really? I always heard that in this era, there is gold everywhere. As long as you are willing to work hard and dare to fight, you will get rich."

Chu Qing thought about it again: "It doesn't seem to be interesting. After all, this depends on luck. I have no connections, no resources, and I don't know much about this place. It's still too difficult."

He really thought so.

That look made the young man, who had become a middle-aged man, laugh and express his understanding.

Soon, the vehicle was closed and someone else got on the bus.

"Damn! You know, I came back from abroad, and I think what our country lacks most now is Internet talents."

"Why?"

"The Internet in our country is a huge blank, but with the development of the times, this is the blueprint for more than one billion people in the future! I decided to make an instant messaging software, which will definitely have a huge market in the future!"

"Instant messaging? What is that?"

"It's..."

Behind his seat, a young man wearing glasses excitedly spoke to his friend next to him.

Chu Qing still said nothing and looked at the outside world calmly.

High-rise buildings rose from the ground one by one, and the signs were extremely loud.

The miracles created by the Internet were dazzling.

The song ended. The car stopped and they got off.

Chu Qing took the initiative to shake his head and said, "Let's go."

The middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples was puzzled:

"Why? This is an era that many people dream of. The Internet is the outlet of this era and the future. You just need to follow one of them, and you don't even need to do anything, you can master a lot of wealth that you have never thought of."

Chu Qing blinked in confusion: "Yes, then what else do I want?"

"It's a pity that you missed the last good opportunity."

The middle-aged man felt sorry for Chu Qing.

This time, many people got on the bus below.

However, compared with the previous high spirits, enthusiasm, or full of energy, they seemed extremely sleepy.

No one of them chatted or said anything.

They were wearing various uniforms.

Security, take-out, express delivery, rental.

The whole car was silent except for the light snoring.

This time, the sound of the harmonica was a little lonely and sad.

And the original young man, from the young man before, has become an old man with white hair.

This time, the car drove very slowly.

It seemed that it didn't want to wake up the people who were trapped in the hardship of life so quickly from the only place where they would not suffer from insomnia.

It may be gentle, at least it treats them like this.

However, the road always has an end. And the song will eventually stop.

In the end, the whole car was silent.

And the station where Chu Qing got off the bus was also the place that Chu Qing was most familiar with.

There was the stop for bus No. 14.

Everything just now seemed like a dream.

"Outsider, you should get off the bus. We have arrived at the station."

Chu Qing looked at the darkness outside. Here, it was a bus stop that was not shabby, but definitely not brand new.

And around that station, there were some dilapidated old buildings.

Looking at Chu Qing who was motionless, the old man smiled:

"Do you regret it? There were so many good times before, weren't there?

There, you can eat, drink and work without worries forever!

There, you can reshape your destiny in the spotlight!

There, you can redistribute the wealth of this world!

There, you can have the power to control your own life!"

Chu Qing looked at the open station and the door, he was not in a hurry to get off the train.

He looked at a loss.

But the old man continued to smile:

"But here, you can only do those jobs like the rest of them. But this is your choice, young man.

But, young man, don't worry, when you do well enough. When you earn enough money, you can have another choice, go!"

His smile was so warm and encouraging.

Chu Qing slowly stood up and came to the door. There was nothing around him.

The head lantern and the black umbrella disappeared without a trace at some point.

However, it seemed that the most important things also disappeared.

That seemed to be his memory.

But at this moment, in the encouraging eyes of the old man, Chu Qing slowly turned his head.

At this moment, the old man was slightly stunned.

I don’t know when, Chu Qing’s blood pupils that had disappeared long ago slowly reappeared.

Chu Qing’s eyes no longer had any confusion and helplessness, only calmness,

as calm as death.

At this moment, he slowly spoke:

"What if I don’t get off the bus?"

The old man was stunned: "Young man, you have to get off the bus when you arrive at the station. This is the rule, isn’t it?"

Chu Qing nodded:

"Yes, this is the rule. It is also the most terrifying, most perfect, and most unsolvable rule, but there is one thing you said just now that I don’t agree with."

"Oh? What did you say?"

The old man seemed to be interested and looked at Chu Qing expectantly.

His eyes were warm and peaceful, without any malice or evil.

Chu Qing paused and spoke slowly:

"Power is never about eating and drinking, but life and death!

And what I pursue is eternal immortality.

Can you give me your era, your era here?"