Swordsman Returns from Another World

At least that’s how it seemed to some Victorians.

An old Victorian Filin woman walked past a group of Sarkaz with disdain. She wanted to remind them to keep their voices down, but she didn't know where to start.

I could only return to my seat without saying anything more.

She opened her cell phone and saw the weather in Xiosta tomorrow, which was as sunny as usual.

Then she took out her earphones, put them in her ears, and started playing songs.

However, after listening for a while, her attention was attracted by the girl sitting opposite her. She was a Sakota. The halo made of black prisms on her head looked a little different from that of ordinary Sakotas, but this was not unusual.

What attracted the old man's attention was the cello case beside her. The box was engraved with intricate and gorgeous inscriptions and covered with low-key black-brown leather. The leather was marked with information such as the year of production and the manufacturer using ironing technology, and was also engraved with some famous poems by some musicians.

The owner of the cello was holding it, resting quietly with her eyes closed. Even such a noisy environment did not seem to affect her at all.

With long black hair, a delicate doll-like face, and an elegant black and white girl's dress, the Sakota girl in front of us exudes an elegant and noble temperament.

But... it exudes a demonic quality.

Just by staring at that face, old man Filin felt some indescribable emotions flowing in his heart.

A burst of laughter suddenly broke out from the Sarkaz crowd not far away.

Then, old man Filin saw the girl in front of him open her eyes slightly.

There seemed to be no emotion in those eyes. He just turned his head to look in the direction of the noise. After hearing the rock music coming from afar, the corners of his mouth drooped helplessly.

The old man Feilin couldn't suppress his desire to complain, and whispered: "It's a bit noisy, isn't it?"

"Demons are like this. Wherever they go, they bring noise and mineral sickness. They really can't change at all." She looked disgusted, and the wrinkles on her face were all piled together.

"And their rock music... is really unbearable, noisy and not elegant at all."

She thought that since the Sakota girl opposite her was studying cello, she should be able to understand what she was saying.

The Sakota girl raised her lips to an intriguing smile and whispered, "If that's the case, why are you still on this ferry? You know, the Xiosta Music Festival is full of rock and electronic music."

"I'm here to attend a classical music gathering. Of course it has nothing to do with those guys." Old man Filin seemed a little proud and raised his head slightly.

The girl's smile became more playful, and she continued, "Aren't you afraid of being infected with oripathy? I heard that drugs that can prevent and treat oripathy are already being developed, but Xiosta is still one of the cities with the highest rate of infections in Colombia. Aren't you afraid?"

The old man rubbed his arm, seeming to feel a little cold, and shook his head and said, "I will leave those guys alone... I heard that as long as you don't have close contact with the infected, you will be fine."

Chapter 561: About Sound

Hearing this, the black-haired girl seemed to find it a little funny and whispered, "Really? But I heard that mineral sickness seems to have nothing to do with close contact. It all depends on luck."

"If you're lucky, you won't have any problems even if you take a walk in the Originium mist. But if you're unlucky, you'll be infected even if you just touch the stable pure Originium."

Hearing this, the old man Feilin was startled, and his completely reserved appearance could no longer be maintained. He asked in panic: "Is this true?"

The black-haired girl replied, "Who knows... I just heard that. I think there might be some truth to it, right? Even if that's what the latest scientific research from Columbia says."

"Physique, genes... The genes that make up each race are different, so they have different resistances to mineral sickness. For example, the Sarkaz are very susceptible to infection, and the Sakota are rarely infected by us."

"If racial differences are also part of luck, then I'm afraid we can only say that everything is destined."

The old man Feilin continued, "Just like the so-called Lord you often talk about? Everything is the Lord's will or something like that..."

host?

When the black-haired girl heard this word, she narrowed her eyes and seemed a little resistant, but she didn't say anything.

Elder Filin looked at the black-haired girl's guitar case and said, "Come to think of it, are you also going to Xiosta to participate in the music festival? Just by looking at your guitar case, I know that your level must be very high."

"Are you here by invitation? Where can I hear you perform in Xiosta?"

The black-haired girl held the top of the violin case with one hand, smiled, and said, "No, you misunderstood. I'm just a wandering musician. I came to Xiosta this time just because I heard about it."

"I heard that Rhodes Island, the savior of the infected, is also in Xiosta... so I want to go and see him."

The two returned to the topic of the infected. Elder Filin seemed to have some complaints about the infected, and laughed, "Savior of the infected? This kind of news pops up every ten years or so, but no one has ever really done it. The existence of the infected runs through the history of this land. When has it really changed?"

"In my opinion, the infected should be locked up outside the city or in an isolation ward. They are the culprits that are destroying civilization."

The black-haired girl reminded: "But, there are infected people on this ship, right?"

“That’s why I gave them a wide berth and chose a window seat.”

She turned her head slightly to look out the window. The sea breeze blowing in from the window as the ferry moved was so humid, and there was no fishy smell of the sea in the fresh water vapor.

The black-haired girl couldn't help but laugh at the feeling of being intoxicated by herself.

"The so-called Rhodes Island is nothing but a reputation-seeking group. They claim to have developed a new inhibitor that can almost stop the progression of oripathy, but in the end they just used this title to solicit sponsorship everywhere. First they went to Longmen, and then to Xiosta. They chose these independent city-states because they are afraid of showing weakness in front of a bigger force."

The black-haired girl seemed to finally be unable to tolerate the old man's self-righteousness and said, "But the doctor from Rhodes Island actually stopped the Reunion Movement and the Ursus conspiracy. This is an indisputable fact."

"At least this person...saved a disaster."

Elder Filin hesitated for a moment, then said, "To show unnecessary kindness is just another form of stupidity."

"I've heard of that doctor before, his name is Baiyue... After all, where did he come from?"

"He claims to be a doctor of medicine, but his combat power is so strong. His Originium skills can make so many long swords. His sword skills are superb. He is more like an executioner, right?"

"Whether it's Victoria or Columbia, or the higher education institutions in Da Yan and Ursus... I've never heard of any famous school talking about his origins. I think it's just an image deliberately created by Rhodes Island as a company."

The black-haired girl chuckled and shook her head helplessly, as if she didn't want to continue talking to the old man. She took out her headphones and prepared to listen to music.

The old lady, however, was completely unaware of how annoying she was. She asked softly, "What song do you want to listen to?"

Perhaps in her opinion, the girl in front of her should be one of the elegant people with whom she could communicate. At least, talking to this Sakota in front of her was better than talking to those Sarkaz people.

The black-haired girl paused holding the headphones and said softly, "It's nothing, just some sounds made by others on the Internet."

"Columbia has developed a sound library system that collects a large number of voices of a celebrity and can simulate the voice of that person. In this way, it can sing any song that person wants to sing."

“After tuning, it can even sound almost exactly the same as the original.”

The old man Feilin became interested and asked, "Anyone can do it? Which one do you listen to?"

"Well... an idealist." Speaking of this topic, the black-haired girl's smile softened a little. "Although this person has never sung in front of the public, there are many speeches about him on the Internet, so the sound library is very complete."

"He is indeed a charismatic guy, so there are many fans who tune him."

Just as the two were about to talk more, the ferry issued a deep and deafening whistle, and was about to arrive at the port.

The old man Feilin wanted to say something, but he saw the black-haired girl stand up, holding her huge piano case in her hand, and said, "It seems that our fate has come to an end. We are about to reach the port. Goodbye."

Without waiting for old man Feilin to persuade her to stay, she left with her violin case, walked quickly towards the crowd that had already stood up, and stood in the line of ordinary people who were impatient.

Line up and walk outside.

Old man Feilin turned his head and saw a wireless headset left on the chair opposite him, with a faint sound coming from it.

She did not rush to stand up and call the black-haired girl. Instead, she picked up the headphones curiously and moved them to her ears, wanting to hear what the girl was listening to.

What came from the headphones was not the music that old man Filin had in mind, but a serious and energetic speech by a young man.

His voice is so... clear. Old Man Filin rarely uses this word to describe someone, but this person's voice is like an instrument in the hands of an outstanding musician, with each voice connected neatly and clearly.

She listened to the sound and looked into the crowd.

But the whole person paused.

The black-haired girl was standing among the crowd getting off the boat and turned to look at her.

There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then, old man Filin saw her slightly open her red lips and seemed to be singing something in a low voice.

The sound in the headphones changed and became her low humming.

Chapter 562: Late Night Incident

Late in the night, Hei arrived at the ferry port

A long cordon has been set up here, and the ferry parked at the port is illuminated by a dozen giant spotlights, as if to use the light to seal the evil beast inside.

The observation deck on the ferry was already a mess, with blood smeared on the ground, as if a child had casually smeared red paint on it and drawn patterns that were incomprehensible to human intelligence.

The creator of these patterns was a crazy old woman named Filin. At this moment, she was in dishevel, holding her precious violin in her hand, playing it with a blood-stained bow, but the violin had no strings long ago and could not be played at all.

But she still stood there like a madman, staring with a pair of blood-red eyes, playing the music infatuatedly, as if someone was playing music in her ears that was beyond her reach, making her... completely unable to extricate herself.

Just trying to keep up, trying to use fake performance to chase a melody that doesn't exist at all.

Hei frowned at the old lady, while the police officer from the Public Security Bureau reported: "Half an hour ago, when the ferry just arrived at the port, the old lady suddenly went crazy. After injuring many people with her violin bow and strings, she used the body of her violin to collect the blood of the injured and scribbled on the deck."

"After I finished drawing something, I started... It was like I was playing some music. There were no other movements, and it has continued until now."

Hei said in a deep voice: "Where are the injured?"

"They have been sent to the hospital. Except for one person who suffered arterial bleeding, the other injuries are not serious."

"The victim of arterial bleeding was a Sarkaz. He was very strong and his condition has stabilized."

Hei nodded. Things often got into trouble in Xiosta at this juncture. Now she no longer expected the incidents to decrease. She only hoped that there would be as few casualties as possible from these vicious incidents before the end of the music festival.

But this kind of sudden madness... I always feel like something is wrong.

Looking at the crazy man on the top of the deck, his dark brows were furrowed.

That person was playing with such intoxication that there was only the sound of the wind in the air. Her red eyes stared blankly at the night sky. The moonlight and the glow of the spotlight made her whole body appear grayish white. Only the blood on her body still looked bright red, and even covered with a layer of strange highlights.

Crazy, absolutely no rationality... It's like the soul has been captured by something, like the spirit has been directly detonated by some excessive stimulation, and all that is left is pure emotion that has been magnified, without any logic.

What kind of Originium technique can do something like this... It's terrifying.

Hei couldn't find the answer, but the first moment he encountered difficulties in his mind, a person appeared.

He couldn't possibly know such a thing. He didn't have a deep understanding of Originium techniques. Logically, he wouldn't...

Although I was thinking this, a thought that came to my mind completely shattered these concerns.

...Count on him, he will surely give you an answer, he will surely respond...

Without any hesitation, as if instinctively, Hei took out his cell phone and dialed Baiyou's number.

………………

Baiyou opened her eyes dazedly.

As soon as I opened my eyes, a pair of shining eyes appeared in front of me.

The sharp pupils stared at the white glaze, like a wolf.

It was indeed a wolf. Texas' ears twitched slightly, then he raised his hand and handed the phone to Baiyou.

Baiyou took it with a yawn and said sleepily, "Sorry, did I disturb your rest?"

"No, Chief." She said softly, lowered her head, and pecked Baiyue's chin: "When I'm with you, I always become lax involuntarily. This is very dangerous, so I've been trying my best to keep myself in shape recently."

"I will protect you. It's okay to relax a little." Bai You rubbed her head, then stood up, dialed the phone, and walked towards the living room.

Texas supported himself on the bed and sat up, looking at Baiyou's back and wanted to say something, but he felt someone pulling his tail and turned his head to look around.

Lapland rubbed Texas' tail with one hand and put the other hand under his head, grinning and saying, "Texas, I didn't expect you to be so good at saying sweet words sometimes!"

Texas was too lazy to pay attention to her, rolled his eyes slightly, and said: "This kind of words should not be considered as love words."

"Oh, just lie to yourself. I don't know who kept using his tail to lift his pants after eating barbecue last night. Now his pants are covered with someone's hair."

As he spoke, Lappland rubbed a strand of naturally shed hair from Texas's tail, placed it in his palm and blew it gently.

The black and red hair fluttered in the air, spinning and slowly falling, reflecting the moonlight as if it had become translucent.

Texas deadpanned as he retorted, "Really? It's only natural for me to express my affection to the chief, but at least I still act like a Luper."

"Unlike some people, who wag their tails and beg for mercy and pleasure, they can't wait to lick the leader all over his body. It's clear that she has become his exclusive Pello."

Lappland shook his head proudly and said scoundrelly: "Woof woof!"

I really admire this guy...

Just as Texas sighed helplessly and was about to end the dispute and lie down, Baiyou hurriedly pushed open the door, went back into the room, and got the clothes she had placed beside the bed.

Texas reached out, grabbed Baiyue's wrist, and asked softly, "Chief, what happened?"

"There's a case at the port, suspected to be some special Originium technique, I have to go out urgently."

Upon hearing this, the two wolves stood up and wanted to get out of bed and follow Bai You out.

Bai You said as he put on his pants: "You guys should have a good rest first. Don't move around if you were so tired last night. If I'm right, this matter is not something you can handle."