Kikyo and I are of one mind

No trial needed!

human rights?

That's only for the upper class!

The darkness of the Republic of China was so clear to the people at the bottom. Before Feng Xue gained enough power to overthrow the police (the police are not called the police these days), it is better to obey the rules and act obediently.

After about half an hour, Feng Xue accumulated a small handful of copper coins.

Counting carefully, there are about a dozen copper coins and a small handful of copper coins (one penny, or one cent).

Don't think it's too small, such a copper dollar, in the 21st century, will probably be as much as 6-8 yuan in terms of purchasing power.

What?In the movie of the Republic of China, it costs two yuan for a haircut?

nonsense!

Ordinary people who get haircuts?Which one didn't cut it with scissors at home?Going out to find someone is also "shaving your head"!In modern times, if you go to a beauty salon to have a haircut, wouldn't it cost thousands of dollars? (Of course, the other possibility is after the 30s, when the value has already been greatly depreciated)

Carefully tore off a small piece of cloth to wrap the copper coins and copper coins, and tied them tightly around the waist with a light tie, leaving only one copper coin tightly in his hand.

"Go, where did you come from, little beggar! I have nothing to give you!" Seeing Feng Xue approaching, the steamed bun seller immediately made a gesture to drive him away. When he came out, the boss glanced at the cash box beside him, motioned for him to put the money in, then took two steamed buns and wrapped them up, muttering:

"Stand farther away next time. Seriously, I smell bad. Can I still do this business?"

Although the words were harsh, Feng Xue still bowed deeply after glancing at the words "one penny, one penny" on the signboard, and just huddled in the corner of the wall and started eating——

You can't leave the crowd when you eat, or you will be snatched away.

After eating two steamed buns, Feng Xue regained some strength, got up from the ground immediately, and continued to wander.

Feng Xue actually did not resist this kind of humble life. Compared with the days when she was paralyzed in bed, being able to move around freely was a kind of luck.

"I always feel that I have been a little bloated recently..."

Feng Xue gently rubbed her abdomen, while strengthening her viscera with "Diao Chan Jin" (reality-based exercises), while memorizing the signboards on both sides of the street.

My predecessor was illiterate, so I only have the concepts of "a place where I can sleep", "a place where I can beg for food", and "a place where I can pick up trash and eat".

If you want to confirm the situation in this world, you still have to visit the map again.

ps: Try to code another chapter...

Chapter 275 Newsboy

"Extraordinary, the representatives of seven provinces have been arrested on petitions, and the general government has not yet responded..." (Is there any history master who can tell the year?)

"Extraordinary..."

Feng Xue, who had changed into clean clothes and even took a bath in the Huangpu River, waved the newspaper that was just taken out from the newspaper office and still smelled of ink, loudly talking about news that might arouse passers-by's desire to buy.

Because the areas where newspapers are easy to sell are controlled by gangs, Feng Xue's business is not very good, but this itself is not his main business, as long as he spends money less conspicuously.

After half a month of getting used to it, Feng Xue finally put on some warm clothes when late autumn came. Although she still had to live in the worst Datong shop, at least it was better than the embarrassment of rubbing against the warm wall in the smokehouse.

However, as his understanding of the world has deepened these days, his doubts have also increased, and the core problem is——

Where exactly is this place?

From the perspective of history, it is almost exactly the same as what he knows. There is no great supernatural power to fly to the sky, and there is no trace of gods and monsters stopping. Although there are ghost stories in the market, they are all endless urban legends. From Feng Xue's point of view, there is no credibility at all.

But if it is a world where demons are completely forbidden, he can still practice breathing techniques, meditation techniques, and even find a little feeling of qi-watching techniques.

However, even with his "Li Xi Miao Le Di" meditation skills, the effect of practicing Qi is not ideal, and it is not even as good as his "medium aptitude" Ripple Qigong.

At least for now, Feng Xue can only helplessly regard this world as a "historical world", but even if it is a historical world, the timing is quite embarrassing. Even if he wants to vote for the Communist Party, he will have to wait a few more years...

……

"Bang!" A gunshot pierced the silence of the night. All the residents lying in the bunk tightened their bodies. The bold ones got up and closed the windows for ventilation. After that, everyone continued to sleep as if they hadn't heard anything, but the way they tried to suppress the sound of breathing was enough to prove that no one dared to fall asleep.

Feng Xue squinted her eyes, and subconsciously wanted to use Ripple and Breathing to check, but with that weak reaction, she couldn't even pass through the wall.

The gunshots on the street were not dense, but there were endless shouts and screams. After listening to them a few times, Feng Xue ignored them, calmed down, and lay back down again, continuing to meditate in the room mixed with the smell of sweat, feet and strange smells.

The nights in Shanghai are not just feasting and feasting as portrayed in previous TV dramas.

After the best locations are occupied by "Red Flowers and Green Leaves", the remaining poor and lowly locations are vying for countless flies.

The hotel where Feng Xue stayed, just seeing that even a "newsboy" could afford to live in him, one should understand that it is not a wealthy place, and almost every now and then, there will be such a rush.

When he saw this scene for the first time, he also wanted to try to imitate the donuts of a certain seven days to see if he could save a wounded gangster to get asylum, but soon, he gave up.

Because the gangsters in Shanghai—especially these low-level gangsters, really don’t have any benevolence and morality to talk about. Even if you save the boss, he basically won’t survive to recover from his injuries. Even if he really recovers, he All he could do was to leave the magic capital as soon as possible, instead of staying to die.

Because of his "old ministries", no one will wait for him to go back and regain his strength.

There is no harm to the family, and there is no such thing as being a human being and staying on the front line. This place is like a dark forest, full of hunters and beasts everywhere. All fighting is for the qualification of survival. Keeping your hands will only make you die faster. Down the enemy, tear open the throat, is the only correct choice.

The gunshots gradually subsided, and the shouts of killing also stopped. The voices of wailing and begging for mercy gradually subsided after a short period of high pitch, and the breathing sounds of the roommates in the Datong shop became clear again.

At this time, Feng Xue had already entered a state of tranquility, and with the continuous rotation of the thinking vortex constructed in his consciousness, strands of power that should be called "Qi" flowed in his body, along with the energy, blood, The ripples flow together, distributing the energy converted from food to the limbs and bones in a more reasonable way, and repairing the ailments accumulated in the previous body in survival.

Most people in this era cannot be called alive, they are just on the way to survive.

"It's better to be in a modern society...Those who miss the style of the Republic of China should really throw them (correctly) back and try."

In my heart, I complained again about a certain group that was either pure or bad. Feng Xue ended today's meditation, practicing qi instead of sleep, and practicing instead of sleep.

In the past, Feng Xue could control his body with egoism, but in this world, he couldn't.

"Looking at Qi can vaguely see the 'bad luck' on other people, but at my age, I'm not suitable for setting up a fortune-telling stall?" Feng Xue played with Hanguang who was traveling with her, and lightly brushed the sharp point with her finger. In this world, the only thing he could use, and it could be regarded as a fighting skill, was the "Thread Manipulation" left to him by Walter's housekeeper.

If you want to have a good physique, you have to eat meat, and if you want to eat meat, you have to spend money, and a child living alone can afford meat, which is too eye-catching.

……

"Extraordinary, there was a fight between the Black Cloud Gang and the Seventh Cultivation Society last night, and the Seventh Cultivation Society was completely wiped out!"

"Extraordinary..."

"Give me a copy of "Minsheng Bao." A flat, unrecognizable voice suddenly rang in Feng Xue's ears. At this moment, Feng Xue's whole body trembled, not because of fear, but because It was because he smelled a familiar breath——

Bloody smell.

This person has killed many people.

Feng Xue immediately made a judgment in her heart, but her hands were not slow at all. He took out a newspaper from his satchel and handed it to the man who covered the long face of the class with a wide-brimmed hat, and then took it from his hand. A few coppers.

The man seemed to have no intention of avoiding taboo at all, and just opened the newspaper on the spot, but Feng Xue was keenly aware that the other party didn't read the headlines on the front page, nor did he turn to the serial page of the novel, but quickly turned to an inconspicuous page.

Generally speaking, if you don't know the content of the newspaper, will you directly turn to this kind of corner?

Feng Xue teased a few times, got into an alley, took out a copy of the People's Livelihood in the shadows, and flipped to the page that the other party checked.

"It's all advertisements?"

Chapter 276 You Can't Leave Trouble After You Do It

There is nothing unusual about the content of the advertisement page, but who buys what goods, who sells them at a low price, at a glance, they are no different from the advertisement pages of ordinary commercial newspapers——

Well, at least the typography doesn't look as comfortable as modern newspapers.

"Except for a few prices that seem to fluctuate, there is nothing special." Scanning the advertisements in the newspaper one by one, Feng Xue tried to decipher the secrets.

Although it seems to be a better choice to directly follow the person before, but considering the bloody smell on the opponent's body (no bar, it's a feeling, not really smelly), he still chooses to go around in circles.

After all, he is still under Xiaofu's "bad luck for tens of millions of people", even if he dies hundreds of times, he may not be able to wash away.

How to put it, simply speaking, it is like a sports car card, each attribute is 3d6, why not just use 1d20?Because the minimum number of points thrown in this way is 3.

And if the attribute is lower than 3, you can't even be born.

If the strength, agility, and physique are lower than three, they will die young, and if the charm is lower than three, they will be strangled to death at birth.

And Feng Xue's previous state was that her luck was always less than 3, so every time she just "introduced the game", she died directly.

This time, he managed to barely reach 3 points of luck and successfully passed the introduction process, but compared to the full value of 20 and the normal person's 10 points of luck, his 3 points of luck are still not enough.

Thinking about the content of the novels he had read before, a possibility appeared in Feng Xue's mind. He found out those advertisements whose prices were significantly different from the market price, and then started trial and error.

If the information in this newspaper is really as he imagined, then it should not be something that needs a codebook to decipher. After thinking about it for a while, he found other newspapers, turned directly to the advertisement page, and found several advertisements with strange quotations.

"These advertisements should contain two parts, the address and the password, and it won't be too difficult to find..." Feng Xue muttered, and tried to find the addresses one by one according to the addresses marked above, and borrowed the help of the newsboy. His identity is not too eye-catching, but...

"Boy, do you know whose territory this is? Dare to sell newspapers here? Have you paid the protection fee?"

Feng Xue, who was stuck in the alley, sighed helplessly. She didn't find the target, but let the local hooligans focus on her first.

As I said before, the entire territory of the Magic City has been divided up by gangs of all sizes. Newspaper boys who sell newspapers need to pay protection fees to the local gangsters if they want to do business. Although theoretically speaking, as long as they are not discovered, there is no problem, but Feng Xue's current luck is obviously at the level of being spotted by gangsters passing by when walking on the street.

"You still dare to sigh? I don't think you have ever been beaten!" The gangster in charge saw that Feng Xue's favorite "fear" did not appear on Feng Xue's face, so he immediately stepped forward, reaching out to grab his collar.

Feng Xue took a slight step back, breathed out forcefully, and the ripples poured into her hands. In the sleeves, the slender arm like a reed stick suddenly swelled a circle. Between her hands interlaced, a palm just fell to the ground, pointing at the blood spattering, and the gangster screamed belatedly.

It's just that since Feng Xue has already made a move, it is of course impossible for Feng Xue to survive. After calculating the distance, he flicked his fingers, and Hanguang floated in the air with his strength.

"Boy, you're looking for death!" Probably because Feng Xue's physique was too deceptive, seeing the scene of the boss's severed hand, the remaining two gangsters were not afraid, but rushed forward directly.

This made Feng Xue give up the devious method of building a "spider web" to block the escape route. Two almost imperceptible silk threads just lay horizontally in the air, and as the two rushed forward, they lightly skipped their necks.

Afterwards, the two good heads rolled to the ground in the "scarlet rainstorm" of blood, until now, their eyes could even blink twice.

"No, don't come here!"

The leader of the gangster who lost his hand woke up from the severe pain at this time, and he collapsed on the ground, his crotch was completely soaked. Although there was no obvious smell in this bloody alleyway, Feng Xue still frowned.

"I asked, you said." Adjusting her breath, shaking off the blood on her clothes, Feng Xue looked at the gangster who had completely collapsed in front of her, and said in an indifferent tone like a bellflower.

"Say it! Say it!" The gangster tightly grabbed his bare wrist, his pale face from blood loss already showed a bit of lifelessness.

"I just arrived in Shanghai and I want to find a job, do you understand what I mean?"

The gangster glanced at the attire of Feng Xue's newsboy, then at the blood-stained newspaper, nodded his head and said:

"Understand! Understood! You are looking for Old Hei! I know where he is! As long as you don't kill me..."

"Too much nonsense."

Feng Xue's indifferent voice was like a piercing steel knife, and the gangster gritted his teeth the moment he uttered it. His face had turned as pale as a corpse, and his weak vitality was like a candle in the wind.

"Old Hei is at Ye Lai Xiang Bar, just ask the bartender."

Feng Xue removed the ripples, although generally speaking, the ripples can only be used to hypnotize animals, but for this kind of guy whose reason has been defeated and his body is on the verge of limit, even his weak ripples are enough to complete the hypnosis.

Seeing Feng Xue's leaving back, the gangster finally heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly bit and pulled off a few cloth strips from the body of his brother beside him, and tied his wrists tightly.

It's just that such an approach is futile after all, because after a few seconds, he completely lost consciousness.

……

Feng Xue slowly wrapped Hanguang around her wrist, but most of it has been withdrawn into her soul. Hanguang is the only extraordinary power he can use now. No one knows if he can "reincarnate" with him after death if he is completely torn out of his soul.

He wasn't sure if that gangster really understood what he meant, and he didn't know if the so-called big black was really the kind of person he thought, but now, he didn't seem to have any other clues.

He dug out a few newspapers that were not stained with blood, and picked out an advertisement that could find the words "Evening primrose". Feng Xue tried to decipher other contents according to the same rules, but cryptography is obviously not such an easy subject to master. After many failures, he decisively threw the newspapers away, and then began to look for the so-called evening primrose bar——

Bar monsters with this name are everywhere, but since the gangsters here know it, they should be nearby, right?

ps: Honghuaqingye refers to Hongbang (Honghuahui/Tiandihui) and Qingbang (Caobang). Regarding these two, I believe I don’t need to talk nonsense. Even if you don’t know history, you can just watch old Hong Kong movies with the background of the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China.Well, Ding Li and Xu Wenqiang from Shanghai Bund also belong to this system.

The so-called "red flowers, green leaves and white lotus root, the three religions were originally one family" is not talking about the three religions of Fengshen, nor Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, but these three schools.

So every time I see this sentence used in Hong Huang’s novels to describe Chanjiao, Jiejiao and Renjiao, and even specially made a three-in-one spirit treasure of safflower, green leaves and white lotus root, I always think of it laugh……

Chapter 277 The World's Oldest Occupation

Evening Primrose Bar.

Looking at the neon flashing text in front of him, Feng Xue glanced at the roadside sign, and began to search for the text related to this address on the advertisement. After confirming that he could spell it out, he smiled and walked towards the door.

This is already the No. 17 Ye Lixiang bar she found today, if not, he can only look for it tomorrow.

Seeing Feng Xue approaching, on both sides of the double-opening door, burly men in black suits immediately cast their eyes on him. When ordinary people see this kind of sight, they will feel guilty first.

But Feng Xue has seen the big world after all, so she walked up without talking nonsense, and found that her eyes could not force this kid back. The strong man on the left stepped forward, stopped Feng Xue, and said in a contemptuous tone: "Little guy, this is not the place you should come to!"

"I'm here to look for you, Old Hei." Feng Xue's tone was indifferent, with a disregard for life in her eyes, the strong man who didn't know whether to be the security guard or the doorman looked at his companion, and finally decided to give face to that terrifying look.

In this business, the most important thing is to have eyesight, who can be messed with and who can't be messed with, this must be clearly distinguished.

If this brat is a beggar, the two brothers will be scolded at most, and some money will be deducted at best, but if he is really a ruthless character...