Chapter 1501: Daliangdu Museum

The boy from yesterday was sitting on the sofa, with two twin girls hanging on him like koalas, and staring warily at the long-haired girl in an apron who was cooking.

Asuka angrily put her hands on her hips, puffed up her cheeks, and pointed at the twins with her right hand.

"They are obviously your sisters! Why do they always pester you? I am your girlfriend!"

Lin-chan and Ai-chan hugged Yuuji tightly and said in unison: "Lin-chan (Ai-chan) will never give my brother to you!"

At this time, Yuuji, the male protagonist, just smiled helplessly.

Zhang Yi touched his nose. Why did this scene look so familiar?

But that wasn't what he was concerned about.

Yesterday, he remembered that he had cut a wound on Yuji's body.

But when I looked at him again, the wound had disappeared!

"Apart from the ghosts that move at night, are these Edo residents also unable to be killed? Even the damage done to them will disappear with the arrival of daylight?"

Zhang Yi frowned, feeling very confused.

But soon, he saw something that made his eyes sharpen.

There was a pool of blood on the floor just in front of the sofa.

This was left behind by Zhang Yi's attack yesterday, proving that Youji was indeed hurt by Zhang Yi.

But it is different from the Slit-mouthed Woman and the Wheel of Life.

After they are wiped out, even the biological tissues that are taken away will disappear and reconstruct their bodies.

These residents of Edo Castle are not the same as ghosts in the night.

"Since it's not a reset, it must have the ability to heal itself."

Zhang Yi touched his chin and said, "Next time, try to kill one person and see if he can survive."

Zhang Yi didn't plan to take action now because he had other things to do next.

So he traveled through space and came out of the house, bringing Yang Xinxin and Zhou Keer with him.

"let's go!"

Only after he left did he tell them both what he had seen and heard.

"Are they really alive?"

Zhou Keer raised this question.

"After nightfall, they will become immobile puppets, and all the damage they sustained during the night will be restored during the day. No matter how you look at it, they are no longer ordinary humans!"

She looked at the huge Edo Castle and felt a bone-chilling chill.

"Could it be that all the people in Edo have already died? And then they are controlled by some powerful alien and exist in a false form!"

Zhang Yi touched his chin and nodded, "It is indeed possible. At least judging from the situation yesterday and today, they are actually repeating the same activities. It's just like... ghosts!"

……

In the other direction of Edo Castle, Fatty Xu, Uncle You, and Huahua came to the tavern they had yesterday again.

The terrifying scene from yesterday is still vivid in my mind.

They remembered that the terrifying black ghost hand destroyed the tavern, and logically, so many people died as a result, which must have caused some panic.

But when they came here again, they saw a scene that surprised them.

The original tavern has indeed been destroyed, but the ruins are still there.

But no human body was found in the ruins!

"Where did all those bodies go? Strange, this is really strange!"

Fatty Xu's face turned a little pale.

At this moment, Uncle You pointed to the street corner not far away.

"Chunlei, look at that!"

Fatty Xu looked in the direction Uncle You's hand was pointing, and was surprised to see another identical bar on the other side of the street.

It was obviously built temporarily, and seemed to be a roasted bird restaurant. The original pub sign replaced the roasted bird restaurant's sign. It was hung in a hurry, so it was a little crooked.

Fatty Xu swallowed his saliva and said, "Uncle You, let's go over and take a look!"

"it is good."

Uncle You didn't waste any time, and the two of them walked towards the new tavern.

The same waiter from yesterday opened the door to greet them, and then a mama-san in a white kimono came over to greet them warmly and asked them what kind of girls they liked.

And here, Fatty Xu saw the hostess whose head he accidentally knocked off yesterday.

She was still wearing revealing enough clothes and looked at Fatty Xu seductively. Her neck was tightly sealed without any signs of wounds.

But looking at her pale face, Fatty Xu's blood almost froze!

……

According to the original plan, Deng Shentong and others were active around the Daliangdu Museum.

Zhang Yi brought Mu Yan, Zhou Keer and Yang Xinxin directly to the Daliangdu Museum.

He took Zhou Keer and Yang Xinxin into the shadow, and after confirming the interior space of the Daliangdu Museum, he traveled through space to the museum's bathroom.

Zhang Yi pushed open the door of the restroom, walked to the sink, and adjusted his appearance in front of the mirror. He made sure that he looked no different from the Edo residents here, and then stepped into the corridor of the museum.

The National Museum of Daliangdu is one of the largest museums in Japan. It displays a large number of ancient artifacts from Japan and collected from overseas.

Among them, a considerable number came from Huaxu Kingdom.

Zhang Yi pretended to be calm and walked into the exhibition hall. According to the map, there was an area dedicated to displaying the cultural relics of the Huaxu Kingdom.

During the day, there are quite a few tourists here, and you can see people commenting on each cultural relic everywhere.

Zhang Yi walked forward neither hurriedly nor slowly.

He had never heard of many of the cultural relics here, but he could recognize at a glance that they were from the Huaxu Kingdom.

Bronzes, ink paintings, and some thread-bound ancient books are all cultural colors that do not belong to neon.

Zhang Yi admired these cultural relics through the glass and felt an urge to take them all away.

But this impulse was only fleeting.

This is already the end of the world, and most of the cultural relics have no practical application value.

As the saying goes, antiques are valuable in prosperous times and gold is valuable in troubled times, so in the end times, they are dispensable to most people.

The most urgent task now is to find the target of their trip first. As for the others, they can take them away later.

Zhang Yi walked along the Chinese Pavilion, searching carefully for his target.

To his surprise, not long after, he found Wang Shouren's "Xinxue" in an exhibition area that collected ancient books.

It lies quietly in the glass cabinet, as if it had been immersed for hundreds of years, like an ancient person waiting for future generations to welcome it back to their homeland.

Zhang Yi slowly walked in front of it and stared at the handwritten traditional Chinese characters on it.

"Is that it?"

Zhang Yi lowered his head and squinted his eyes to carefully examine the lines on it. He did not have a strong enough spiritual sense to be able to sense the remnants of supernatural powers from hundreds of years ago through the glass box.