Li Changzhou attentively finished reading the museum regulations.
"Shh," he raised his index finger to his lips, "No loud noises."
The security guard let out a shrill scream, turned to run, and because the floor was slippery, he took a fall.
"What's going on?" not just the staff, but also some elegantly dressed people, crowded around.
Everyone gasped, before them was a blurry human figure that seemed like a historical remnant walking out from the museum's antiquities.
The indistinct figure seemed like an ordinary tourist, strolling and appreciating the exhibits inside the museum.
Some swallowed their saliva, some took deep breaths, some were too scared to move, some quietly slipped away, as if they had seen a ghost, not wanting to disturb it.
In one photo, Li Xinghua was raggedly dressed, holding a broken gun, with a wild laugh on his face, and not yet a beard; he was just starting out as a bandit.
A handgun, belonged to Li Bichang, the label said, Li Bichang was a sharpshooter.
A carved large bed, the label introduced, Li Xinghua married seven concubines, the youngest only sixteen years old;
A photo of the Commander Mansion, Li Biwei sitting on a swing, as vivid as a freshly picked peach, tender and fresh in the black and white photo, like a memorial photo without any beauty.
Li Changzhou walked toward the necklace.
There was flood lighting that illuminated the entire exhibition hall, and above the necklace, special spot lighting was installed.
Under the light, the necklace glimmered vividly, making it seem as if Li Changzhou could once again hear Li Biwei's laughter: "How come you're here, Second Brother?"
Li Changzhou reached out his hand...
"Stop!" an old lady in a wheelchair, pushed by someone, came over.
Li Changzhou's hand pressed against the glass case.
"That necklace, you mustn't—" the old lady gasped, "you mustn't touch it with your hands!"
This time, Li Changzhou seriously took a good look at her.
That appearance and contour... Xiaoyu?
The maid by Li Biwei's side, who had tended to her since Li Biwei had fallen into a coma.
Being stared at by him, the old lady, for some reason, felt a surge of nostalgia well up inside her, as if in a very old dream, she had been gazed at by those eyes.
She was momentarily stunned there.
"You, you..." the elderly Xiaoyu looked at that blurry figure, but couldn't remember why the familiarity tugged at her heart.
Li Changzhou pulled back his gaze, exerted a little force, and the glass cover shattered, scattering shards like diamond fragments toward the pearl necklace. Follow current novels on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚑𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥
Li Changzhou picked up the necklace, all the beads emitting a dim light.
Xiaoyu came to her senses and hurriedly shouted, "Put it down quickly! It's poisoned!"
The beads dimmed again.
Li Changzhou's head spun, feeling anemic as he closed his eyes.
"Second Brother, Second Brother, Second Brother..." a worm lurking in his mind, murmuring the master's spell and prophesy, crawled out of his brain and merged into a bead like a streak of flowing light.
"Second Brother, I really like you." The echo in the valley, the voice traveled across a hundred years, finally vanishing.
People cannot change history, yet history can change people, this Gu Worm, Li Biwei's sentiment, from a hundred years ago followed him to the present!
Li Changzhou broke out in a sweat on his forehead.
[Special Effect: 108 beads, one Gu per bead]
[Minimum Use Conditions: Original—Li Biwei, Current—Li Changzhou]
[Introduction: Powerful, magical, bizarre Gu worms; Gu made into Buddha beads, Buddha beads made from Gu, if one bead is lost, all Gu will either flee or go wild]
[Note: Second Brother, I want to always be with you (Message: Li Biwei)]
"You, you are—" Xiaoyu looked incredulously at the unharmed figure.
She remembered a last wish the young miss suddenly brought up—"Xiaoyu, after my death, everything else is yours, but do not touch this necklace."
Unable to contain her curiosity, she asked—why?
The miss didn't answer, only smiled and said, "I will use it to find Second Brother."
At that time, Xiaoyu felt cold and frightened because the miss's Second Brother had long been dead; how could she use a necklace to find a dead person?
The blurred figure turned into an oil painting and disappeared with the necklace, leaving only the sparkling glass shards under the searchlight.
Xiaoyu sat in the wheelchair, her lips trembling with a smile, her wrinkled eyes brimming with murky yet glistening tears.
Li Changzhou returned to Yanhe Road, the courtyard had one more person than when he left.
"Hiss—, hmm~, so spicy!" Turquoise Pool grimaced in pain, having eaten something spicy, her lips red as if smeared with lipstick.