People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 274 1 Heartbreak, where can I find a close friend in the world?

A piece of yellow silk tied to a stick.

This is called a banner.

There were two lines of crooked Yan characters written on the banner.

"I can make a firm judgment and help you avoid disasters and misfortunes. Yin and Yang are in my heart and I can deal with the heaven and earth."

"I have been so smart in my life, but I am the only one who cannot see through me. Your wealth and glory are in my hands, but my life and death are in the hands of God."

Murphy was carrying a banner, his exquisite aristocratic clothes had been stripped off and replaced with ordinary folk clothes.

Qi Yan was wearing a pair of small round sunglasses and was walking slowly in front, swaying every two or three steps.

"It's a fortune teller, a genuine Yin-Yang master from Yan Country. He can tell the heavens, the earth, and all living beings. It's your good fortune to meet us."

Murphy shouted at the top of his voice all the way.

Noticing the looks from passers-by, Murphy felt his face getting hot, but he didn't dare to stop and just kept repeating it.

Although their looks attracted a lot of attention, no one was willing to come up and talk to them.

After shouting all the way, Murphy felt like his throat was smoking.

He lowered his head and drank a sip of water. While drinking, he moved closer to Qi Yan and said with a wry smile:

"Brother, we are in Leitania, 800 miles away from Yan Country. Fortune-telling is not popular here."

"I know." Qi Yan said calmly, "But fortune-telling is all about fate. It doesn't matter where you are or whether it's popular or not. You will always wait for the person you are destined to meet."

“Are you good at these?”

Murphy suddenly felt that Qi Yan was becoming increasingly difficult to understand.

After all, in Yan Country, those Heavenly Masters are the backbone, and each of them has a powerful background.

"Yan Country, old master, you know, right?" Qi Yan asked.

"Of course!"

Murphy took a breath and said, "Are you from the same sect as the old Taoist priest?"

"Bullshit, I have a grudge against the old Taoist priest, and I kidnapped his nephew." Qi Yan said confidently, "Since we have a grudge, it is reasonable for me to discredit those supernatural guys."

Murphy: “…”

As they were talking, the two of them had already staggered a long way away.

The surrounding buildings also changed from neatly planned buildings to messy blocks.

Murphy looked around and reminded:

"We have now left the High Court District and arrived at the Sunset District. This is the infected district of Visheheim, and the public security is relatively chaotic."

"It's better to be a little chaotic. When things are chaotic, it's easier to fish in troubled waters."

Qi Yan took two steps forward and suddenly remembered something, so he asked, "By the way, has Rhodes Island set up an office in Visheheim now?"

"No, to be honest, if it weren't for your fame, we nobles wouldn't even have heard of the Rhodes Island company."

Murphy was sincere.

Qi Yan nodded without caring about anything.

He came earlier in the timeline. The current Rhodes Island has only been rescuing the Doctor for less than a year and has not yet developed.

But he was in no hurry. Once the situation in Victoria broke out, Rhodes Island would bring a little pharmaceutical company-style shock to this land.

As the two went deeper into the sunset area, the surrounding environment became more and more lively.

Various snacks are lined up on the street, vendors are busy promoting their wares, and citizens are coming and going on the street, full of the atmosphere of life.

Qi Yan took a deep breath, and his nostrils were filled with the unhealthy but delicious smell of fireworks.

"This is the city I am familiar with. The High Court area looks like a ghost town."

Qi Yan walked to a beverage stand, picked up a bottle of soda and left.

Murphy quickly paid the bill at the back and quickly followed Qi Yan.

As a result, he had just taken two steps when he was suddenly stopped by a man.

"Brother, what did you write on here? It looks like ghost drawings?" the man asked curiously.

"Shh, keep your voice down, this thing was written by my eldest brother himself. Calligraphy, do you understand calligraphy?!"

Murphy quickly warned the man, fearing that this outspoken guy would displease Qi Yan.

It doesn’t matter if the man dies, but if Qi Yan is unhappy, his good days as a boss will be over.

The man did not take Murphy's warning seriously and said cheerfully:

"I don't know calligraphy, but we are all musicians here, do you want to sing a song?"

Although he was asking, the man completely ignored Murphy's attitude and started singing directly.

Someone started the performance, and passers-by stopped to watch. Soon, others took up various musical instruments and began to play accompaniment.

Seeing more and more people gathering around him, Murphy even broke out in a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

As a dignified Viscount, he had never experienced the atmosphere of Sunset District.

If it were any other day, he would have used his noble status to drive away these infected people.

Just as the atmosphere became more and more lively and the crowd began to sing and dance, a strange, distorted, indescribable singing voice suddenly rang out.

In an instant, the entire block fell into silence, with only the roaring singing that sounded like a demon crawling out of hell.

"After dinner tonight, I went to the square for a walk.

A group of middle-aged women were dancing and jumping to the music.

This thing is fun, stretch your arms and spin it around.

Anyway, I have nothing to do now, so I'll sing a song too.

Stand in a row with your hands raised flat and sway to the rhythm.

People are moving strangely, like a group of zombies~"

All eyes were focused on Rupert, who was wearing sunglasses and shaking his head, immersed in his own singing.

Soon, someone was the first one to give up. His legs went limp and he knelt on the ground, holding his head and crying.

This kneeling seemed to be some kind of instruction. In an instant, the people on the street knelt down in unison, each of them looking like a madman, covering their ears with all their might.

Murphy's legs were shaking, and the veins on his hand holding the fortune-telling banner were bulging:

"Stop, brother, stop now!"

Qi Yan heard the shout and came back to his senses from his singing world. He took off his sunglasses and looked around curiously:

"Why are you all kneeling and listening to me sing? Then play the music and then dance!"

Pfft!

Murphy also knelt down with the crowd around him, crying:

"Brother, I know I was wrong. Let's talk it over. Don't say anything!"

Qi Yan:?

"You Leitanians are really weird," he complained, "You claim to love music, but every time I come to join you, you react in a xenophobic way.

There was a time before, too, when I sang a song at your place, and someone chased me with a flute and hit me on the head."

It must be that they felt weak all over after listening to the song, otherwise there would be only lumps on their heads... huh?

Is there anyone in this world who can beat you up so badly?

The Gemini Queen took action personally? !

As Murphy's expression became more and more horrified, Qi Yan waved his hands in a bored manner:

"Forget it, get up, you hypocritical musicians, you don't really love music at all."

"Ah, yes, yes!"

Murphy dared not say a word.

The others took two breaths and finally recovered their strength. They looked at Qi Yan with lingering fear, then used their hands and feet to climb up from the ground and fled away.

In the blink of an eye, the once bustling neighborhood became deserted, and even the stalls were unattended.

Qi Yan wagged his tail unhappily, turned around and walked away.

Murphy quickly got up, supported himself with his weak legs, and staggered along to keep up with Qi Yan's pace.

It was not until the two of them left the neighborhood that the crowd around them slowly began to increase again.

However, each of these people had an expression of lingering fear on their faces, and they gathered together and whispered something.

Out of curiosity, Qi Yan leaned over and listened.

"Have you heard? Someone in the next street just performed Originium skills with music!"

"Of course I heard about it. I also heard that the villain's Originium technique can awaken the deepest fear in people's hearts. Many people went to the hospital to see the psychiatric outpatient department."

"We infected people are already pitiful enough, how come there are still such antisocial people who come out to harm us."

Qi Yan took a deep breath, returned to Murphy, patted his chest, and said thankfully:

"Luckily it didn't happen in the neighborhood we passed by, otherwise we would have been in trouble too."

Murphy opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't dare to say what was in his heart.

Just when he was about to persuade Qi Yan to leave as soon as possible to avoid being recognized, he suddenly found that Qi Yan took off his beloved sunglasses and stared at a figure not far ahead.

Murphy followed Qi Yan's gaze, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

She was a young and beautiful Sakota woman, holding a violin, wearing a white top with a black skirt, and her slender legs were wrapped in black stockings, leaving only an absolute white area, which made people want to explore.

Unlike other Sakota women, this Sakota woman's wings and halo are pitch black in color, almost blending into her soft, long, straight black hair.

At this moment, the Sakota woman, with an elegant smile on her face, stopped a passerby and asked him for information about the person who practiced the Originium technique and could awaken the deepest fear in people's hearts.

The sunglasses were thrown at Murphy's chest, drawing his attention away from the Sakota woman and back to Qi Yan.

"Lao Mo, I've said before that fortune-telling is all about fate."

Qi Yan grinned and walked towards the Sakota woman.