People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 275: A disagreement is a blow

"So, you haven't actually seen the caster?"

The voice of the Sakota woman reached Qi Yan's ears.

The voice was gentle, and it inexplicably made people want to relax a little and fall into a deep sleep.

The passerby in front of her blushed unconsciously, scratched his head and smiled:

"After all, everyone present has gone to the hospital for outpatient treatment. But I heard that it was a white-haired Rupert wearing black sunglasses."

The Sakota woman nodded and did not ask any further questions.

Her gaze shifted and fell on Qi Yan who was walking towards her.

White hair, Rupert, except that he was not wearing sunglasses, completely matched the description of the passerby.

The Sakota woman left the passers-by behind and walked slowly towards Qi Yan, with a hint of a smile on her lips:

"Are you the caster?"

"What caster? I'm a fortune teller!" Qi Yan pointed at the fortune-telling banner carried by Murphy behind him, "A more orthodox Yin-Yang master than the Heavenly Master of Yan Country, a genuine descendant of the dragon, beautiful lady, are you a fortune teller? What are you fortune-telling?"

The Sakota woman tilted her head, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

She was very sure that she didn't know the Rupert in front of her, but why did he speak so sarcastically right from the start?

"Don't get me wrong, I have no ill intentions." The Sakota woman smiled again, "I just heard that your Originium skills can arouse the fear in people's hearts, so I want to meet you."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. I really don't know any music source stone skills, so I'm naturally not the caster."

Qi Yan said sincerely: "I am just an ordinary Yin-Yang master. Of course, I also make keys part-time. Do you make keys? How many keys do you make?"

Sakota woman:?

Now she was certain that this Rupert definitely had malicious intentions!

"Since you don't like me, I'll leave. But before I leave, can I talk to you about music?"

The Sakota woman raised the violin in her hand and was ready to put the bow on it.

Qi Yan raised his hand to hold her down and said with a smile:

"These unfortunate passers-by have just been harmed by a spellcaster, so don't make things worse."

The Sakota woman's eyes flashed.

She stared at Qi Yan, pursed her lips, and said with understanding:

"No wonder you have ill will towards me. It seems you know who I am or have heard of my deeds."

"Of course you are. Ms. Arturo, the most wanted criminal in Lateran, the top entertainer in Terra, the famous representative of the Chaos Evil camp, and one of the protagonists of the ethics drama about the love-hate relationship between the brother and sister.

Qi Yan attacked Arturo with a wave of punches on the spot, causing him to fall into a brief daze.

While she was dazed, Qi Yan had already taken her hand and walked quickly towards a cafe not far away.

Qi Yan’s goal was very clear, because there was only one coffee shop in a slum neighborhood like Xizhao District.

Murphy followed the two of them, rubbed his eyes, and after making sure that he was not mistaken, he silently put on the sunglasses that Qi Yan threw to him.

The three of them walked into the coffee shop one after another. Qi Yan raised a finger to the coffee shop owner who came over:

"Beegler, a private room with the best soundproofing."

The coffee shop owner was stunned for a moment.

He didn't say anything yet, so how come his box was opened?

Bigler glanced at the three people, and in the end said nothing more. He bowed silently and walked in front to lead the way.

Arturo frowned slightly, somewhat unable to keep up with Qi Yan's pace.

If she hadn't vaguely sensed that Qi Yan had no murderous intent, she would have almost chosen to resist.

He is aware of his own actions, and he has ill will towards himself, but he is not prepared to kill himself.

Arturo suddenly became curious about Qi Yan's purpose.

Arturo, who was controlled by the fun-loving gene, was dragged into the soundproof private room by the big white wolf like a silly and naive child.

"Lao Mo, stay outside and don't eavesdrop!"

Qi Yan gave instructions and locked the door.

Murphy stood outside the door carrying the fortune-telling banner. He opened his mouth and managed to utter a sentence after a long while:

"Brother is awesome!"

Bigler crossed his arms, glanced at Murphy, and said sarcastically:

"So, my dear Viscount, you deliberately led him here?"

"Are you so confident about the soundproofing of your cafe?"

Murphy said, then turned and walked towards the public area outside the cafe: "Boss, give me a cappuccino."

"okay!"

Upon hearing this, Beegler immediately stopped caring about anything else and happily ran to make coffee.

After the two of them left, a faint fluctuation of Originium skills could be seen in the private room...

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A security door covered with various lock-opening advertisements stood quietly in front of Qi Yan.

He looked around and then took a deep breath.

The familiar, dark, damp, musty smell rushed into his chest and lungs.

"That's what it tastes like!"

Qi Yan exhaled and looked down at his decorations.

She was wearing a clean school uniform and carrying a classic student backpack.

"Is this Arturo's Originium technique?"

Qi Yan sniffed and said cheerfully, "It is said that the music of a bad woman like you can let the audience release the restraints in their hearts and reveal their truest thoughts, whether they are evil or good. So what are my truest thoughts?"

Qi Yan reached into his pocket and took out his house key, opened the door with ease, and pushed it open.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back."

Qi Yan greeted him, lowered his head and walked around the broken glass in the corridor, picked up the tables and chairs that had fallen over in the living room, and threw his schoolbag on the sofa covered with scars.

In the bedroom, a woman came out and smiled gently at Qi Yan:

"The food is in the kitchen, but you can heat it up later. Your dad is in there now."

"it is good."

Qi Yan picked up the broom in the corner and cleaned the messy floor at home as usual.

"Mom, I told you, our family shouldn't buy things in glass bottles. They won't last long."

"Also, it's better to buy an iron washbasin. Look, the plastic washbasin you bought last week has now split into two."

"Hey, there's still blood on it. I understand. Clean it up before throwing it away so that the neighbors won't see it."

Qi Yan was mumbling about family matters while skillfully tidying up the messy room.

The woman stood silently in the living room, her palm gently brushing against her sleeve.

There was a trace of fresh blood on it.

The woman was not angry or surprised by Qi Yan's strange words, she just kept on nagging:

"Speak softly so that the neighbors won't hear you. When you go out, keep smiling and be cheerful, so that no one will laugh at our family.

Is your pocket money enough for this week? I'll give you some more. Don't be stingy at school. Don't let your classmates laugh at you.

And your dad has finished his wine, go downstairs and buy some later. I am injured, so I won’t go out. Fortunately, your dad didn’t completely lose his mind and didn’t hurt my face, otherwise I wouldn’t dare to go out these days and would be laughed at. "

"it is good."

Qi Yan swept all kinds of garbage into a pile, put them in a dustpan, and poured them into the garbage bag.

He picked up the garbage bag, turned and walked out the door.

As he passed the corridor, he paused.

On the wall of the corridor, a calendar hangs quietly, with small red circles covering the days that have ended.

Qi Yan stood in front of the calendar, looking at the date on it, the corners of his mouth gradually rising.

He turned his head and looked outside through the clean and bright window of the living room.

"Today is sunny, a perfect day to die."