I'm catching tricks in the Hong Kong variety show world

No matter how slow Su Hao was, he could still understand the cryptic messages Zi Ning kept sending.

When I continue to suffer from this disorder, go to hell with the medicinal bath, I can't bear it anymore.

Su Hao directly pushed open the bathroom door and picked up Zi Ning, who was wrapped in a bath towel. The white bath towel on the other person's body was instantly loosened and fell to the ground during the struggle.

When Zi Ning screamed, Su Hao carried the other person back to his bedroom, threw him on the bed, then cleared away his baggage and rushed forward.

The bedroom door was closed by Su Hao with his foot at some unknown time.

Five minutes later, Su Hao got off the bed with a face of shame, took out the cigarette from his trousers pocket on the floor, lay on the bedside and lit a cigarette.

A white and tender arm stretched out from the bedside next to him, directly wrapped around Su Hao's neck, and moved his little head over to rest on Su Hao's chest.

Zi Ning used a free hand to squeeze Su Hao's muscles and said, "Ah Hao, I will give you my best."

Zi Ning's words have a certain meaning.

Su Hao turned around and put his arms around the other person's shoulders, feeling slightly guilty and said: "I will give you my best."

Zi Ning chuckled, "Go and get me some tissues."

Su Hao finished his cigarette and stood up again to look at the beautiful spring scenery on the bed. During this period, Zi Ning secretly pulled a blanket to cover himself. Su Hao took out a pack of tissues and handed it to him. He turned it out at the end of the bed and dyed it with new colors. red towel.

Su Hao raised the towel and said, "Do you want to keep this towel?"

Zi Ning waved her hand in disgust, "It's so dirty, throw it away quickly."

After saying that, a small face shrank under the blanket again.

Chapter 164 I became a wandering spirit (new instance starts)

Two rookies completed their first time in a rushed mode.

As for the process and experience... coming in a hurry and leaving in a hurry, it can't be said to be wonderful. Instead, Su Hao gained a kind of peace that came to his heart.

It was as if some important ritual had finally been completed, transforming from a boy into a man for this body.

Recently, the urge after medicinal bath has also disappeared a lot.

He cleaned up the garbage on the bed, then went to the bathroom and took a hot shower. Then he returned to the living room wearing a light shirt and underpants, and stuffed the clothes the two of them had changed into into the washing machine.

When Su Hao was cleaning the belongings in his pocket, he suddenly pulled out a bronze key as smooth as a bullet shell.

His heart skipped a beat. Isn't this the reward he got after devouring the black cat transformed by the god of death?

In addition to the bronze key, there is also a bad luck bead.

Judging from what happened to Situ's magic weapon, the power of the Bad Luck Bead was very timely and effective. The bronze time key, which was also a reward, once again attracted Su Hao's attention.

There were so many trivial matters during this period that he almost forgot that he was carrying such a reward item.

Su Hao looked a little strange.

He carefully held the time key and returned to the sofa in the living room, slowly lit a cigarette, and slowly focused his eyes on the time key.

It was almost the same as the last experience. Soon, a gray-white light curtain emitted from the time key gradually enveloped Su Hao. A vortex seemed to appear in front of his eyes. The vortex became bigger and bigger, along with his body and consciousness. They will all be sucked in together.

A hint of unexpected nervousness appeared on Su Hao's face.

He gritted his teeth and tried to distract himself from the bronze key in his hand. To his horror, he couldn't.

After that, Su Hao's eyes flashed, and he seemed to have fallen into a stream of cold well water, and briefly lost consciousness.

When Su Hao opened his eyes, he found himself in a small courtyard filled with moonlight.

The area of ​​the yard is not large, only forty or fifty square meters. The space that meets the eye is filled with all kinds of discarded living props, including old tables, chairs, old sofas, and various rusty iron pots and jars. There were even some shabby clothes from women.

Moreover, the style of the surrounding houses is obviously somewhat antique, similar to the old Chinese period.

Just when Su Hao wanted to leave the garbage pile, he realized that his body passed through the old sofa in front of him unobstructed and appeared directly in the corner of the courtyard.

Su Hao stretched out his hands in confusion, and a shocking thought came to his mind, "Holy shit, I turned into a soul form?"

The so-called soul form can be equivalent to a ghost.

However, unlike ghosts, he also has the five human senses and various emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

This is interesting.

No wonder this time key is marked as [Bronze]. It does not allow his entire body to travel through time, but only his soul.

Su Hao quickly stopped worrying about these details.

Now that you are here, you must first figure out the era or specific time you came here, who is the protagonist of this world, and what benefits you can get from this world.

Su Hao still remembered the original introduction of this bronze key. Nothing alive could be brought out from it, except for knowledge and skills. Su Hao wanted more than that.

In addition to the rules, there are actually bugs, such as...

"Soul Orb."

Su Hao's thoughts came together, and a strange face quickly appeared on his chest. The facial features of this strange face became clearer and clearer, but the eyes were tightly closed, especially the big mouth on the face, which was particularly attractive. Attention.

Su Hao was in a soul body at this time, so his gaze directly penetrated his body and landed on the monster's face, as if he had opened a third perspective.

This change shocked Su Hao.

He quickly looked away from the strange mouth.

But my heart felt a little more settled.

Since Goldfinger is still there, even if he becomes a soul body, he will at least be able to save his life.

Su Hao didn't dare to bet that there were only people in this world, not ghosts, or other things that could devour souls.

Su Hao moved his eyes to the courtyard in front of him again, and found that in a corner of the courtyard, a seven or eight-year-old girl was squatting on the steps outside the house. She was wearing a long-sleeved skirt worn by ordinary people during the Republic of China. He was squatting attentively in front of a small coal stove on the steps, shaking his fan lifelessly.

There was an earthen pot placed on the coal stove, and steam was constantly coming out of the earthen pot. The aroma of traditional Chinese medicine soon entered Su Hao's nostrils.

"Is this little girl in front of me the protagonist of this world?"

Su Hao's attention fell on the little girl.

The other party had braided hair and a frown on her face, and her face was filled with the undisguised sorrow of a child. Moreover, the skirt she wore was obviously too small, and there were a few patches on the hem. It was obvious that her family was not wealthy.

Based on the various debris scattered throughout the courtyard, it can be concluded that the little girl's family makes a living by collecting scraps.

Su Hao slowly floated to two or three meters in front of the little girl. When he got closer, he realized that the little girl was holding her cheek with one hand, and the other hand was like a mechanical lever. Her eyes were motionless looking at the night sky. There was a cold full moon in the sky, and in addition to the worry in his eyes, there was also a trace of confusion.

Su Hao's brows also knitted together.

He had read countless movies in his previous life, whether they were Hong Kong movies or old mainland movies. But after thinking for a few minutes, he still didn't know what the world he was traveling through now was.

The only good news is that it seems to be still in China.

He couldn't recall any movie or TV series that had a seven or eight-year-old heroine.

Just when Su Hao was deep in thought, a rapid male coughing sound came from the room on the steps, like an old blower, and soon there was a series of female calls.

"Yue Rong, is the medicine ready? Your father is awake. So quickly soak the medicine in cold water and bring it in."

"Mom, the medicine is almost ready."

The girl on the steps stood up in a panic, threw away the fan in her hand, ignored the hot pot, and took off the lid with her feet.

"What are you waiting for? Bring it in quickly."

"Okay mother, right away..."

The girl skillfully used the old rag on the ground to hold the handguards on both sides of the earthen jar, tilted her head to prevent herself from being injured by the heat coming out of the earthen jar, and rushed towards the dark cabin on the side.

There is a kitchen inside, and even the lights are reluctant to light.

The little girl took out an empty porcelain bowl in the dark, poured the boiled medicine into the bowl, then put the hot bowl into an iron basin filled with cold water, and then slowly exhaled.

Su Hao was no stranger to the scene before him.

Because he lived in a rural area when he was a child, there were usually power outages for more than ten hours a day, and he spent most of his time working in the kitchen in the dark.

Children as old as seven or eight can already cook a day's meals for the family on a small bench during the busy farming season.

But seeing this scene at this moment, I couldn't help but feel a little distress in my heart.

Looking at the position of the stove in the kitchen, this place should be located in the north of old China, because he saw a rolling pin on the kitchen stove.

Su Hao's body floated out from the kitchen and went directly through the lighted wooden door to the back room. On the big bed in the bedroom was a dying man. He closed his eyes and kept coughing. There was a man holding a towel guarding him. middle-aged woman.

Every time the man coughed, a small ball of congestion spurted out from his mouth. The woman felt distressed and anxious and used a rag to wipe away the blood from the man's mouth.

He was still comforting and crying, "Dad, nothing is going to happen to you. Get well soon. How will Yuerong and I live without you? I'm afraid we will starve to death."

The man on the bed just hummed, whether it was a reply or a cry of pain.

Su Hao was very clear in his heart.

I'm afraid this man won't last long.

In the old society, the lower-class families who relied on manual labor to make a living, as long as they got sick (fever, cold, fracture), the whole family would basically fall into a situation where they could not make ends meet. If the illness lasted longer, a minor illness would turn into a serious one, and the whole family would change in one day. Absolute poverty.

Although the family in front of me has a house and a courtyard, and looks like a home with enough food and clothing, it can be seen from the fact that the seven or eight-year-old child is allowed to boil medicine in the dark, and the family's financial resources are almost emptied.

As for how Su Hao judged that the man was about to die soon, apart from the symptoms of the man coughing up blood, there was also the despair revealed in the woman's cry.

He doesn't understand the man's condition, but he should understand the woman who takes care of him day and night.

Su Hao took a look and quickly floated out of the house, just in time to bump into the little girl who was carefully coming out of the kitchen in the dark with a medicine bowl.

Su Hao deliberately stopped at the door and watched the little girl pass straight through his body.

He sighed and floated out of the little girl's home.

The street outside was paved with bluestones, and there were many shops nearby with lights on. From time to time, Su Hao could see young people in Chinese tunic suits riding bicycles passing by on the stone road, as well as taxi drivers pulling tricycles in a hurry. .

Among other pedestrians passing by on the street, some were wearing cyan yarmulke hats, with pigtails in their hair, carrying a pipe, and some were wearing ragged short hair and carrying poles on their bare chests.

The dialect spoken by pedestrians is somewhat similar to that of the Tianjin generation in the north.

Su Hao immediately understood the time background of this world.

In the late Republic of China, New China had not yet been established, and it was estimated that it would still be a few years before the full-scale invasion of the small days. At this time, Tianjin had become a treaty port, and various high-quality and cheap industrial products were continuously dumped from the treaty port to old China. Let many handicraft workshops in the small farmer economy close down, not to mention the livelihood of the lower class.

If you are in a rural area, you will be fine, and you will at least have a mouthful of food to eat, provided there are no natural or man-made disasters. If you are a lower-class person living in a city, even having a full stomach may be a luxury.

If time goes back a few decades, a hero named Huo Yuanjia will appear here...

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the street, and it hurt Su Hao's soul like a knife. He couldn't help but shivered and ran into an alley not far from the little girl's home.

The situation in the alley is much more lively. The pushcarts inside sell various snacks. Most of the pedestrians with pigtails and cigarettes in their hands went out from here.

There are several red lanterns hanging outside most of the shops along the way.

There were many turtle slaves and madams soliciting customers standing at the door. It turned out to be a flower street.

The prosperity and excitement of life here and the desertedness of the little girl's home seem to be two different worlds.

Su Hao secretly called out bad luck.

In this era, there are no so-called safety measures when shopping on the flower street. Winning the bid depends purely on luck. Not to mention the middle class, even if you are rich, if you win the bid, it is basically useless.

If the treatment is not good, the risk is too high.

It was purely for the sake of the moment of pleasure that I risked my life.

No wonder even the air in the alley smells like urine.

Su Hao was about to exit when his nose suddenly twitched and he smelled a very alluring scent of incense.

This scent of incense and candles was like a very hungry person smelling meat buns to him at this time, and it instantly aroused the nerve cells in his body.

Anyway, there was nothing to do at this time, so Su Hao decided to continue exploring this world.

After passing through several wooden doors and stone walls, he gradually arrived at an ancestral hall.

There were many tributes and incense candles placed on it, and a large fire basin was placed under the table. There were still a lot of yellow papers and ashes left after being burned in the basin.

Su Hao seemed to have found his base camp.

Ignoring Sanqi 21, he rushed to the incense candle in front of the altar and took a sip. He felt a full and comfortable feeling all over his body, and the previous pain like being cut by the wind also disappeared.

He took another breath at the steamed buns on the altar table.

The surface of the steamed bun was instantly dented, and the originally snow-white surface turned into a layer of gray-brown. Su Hao burped. He finally understood the significance of tribute to certain ghosts.

A breath of incense sticks can stabilize the soul, and a breath of tribute steamed buns can make his whole body strong.

This thing is similar to the effect of cigarettes and rice on living people.