Qin Xin floated out from behind me, sat in the passenger seat and said, "I was wondering if that person was the person who killed me back then."

Qin Xin looked out the window: "Do you really want to know why I turned into a resentful corpse? Do you want to hear my story?"

I hesitated before saying: "Qin Xin, let me tell you the truth. If there was no business, I would not necessarily listen to your story."

"Can you understand what I said?"

Everyone has his or her past, and there are also past events that he doesn't want to mention. Qin Xin was nailed in a deserted village, and that past event will definitely not be a good memory. Besides, she was still wearing a wedding dress.

Qin Xin suddenly said: "What if I told you that I used to be a big devil who killed countless people?"

I said slightly angrily: "I don't know why you ask me the same question again and again. However, I can explain it to you one last time."

"I don't want anyone to say anything to me about doing justice for heaven. No one in this world can do justice for heaven, let alone do justice for heaven. Those who say they do justice for heaven are just borrowing the name of heaven to follow their own way.

That’s all.”

"It's like killing people."

"In this world, the only people who are truly qualified to kill are soldiers and executioners. Because that is their bounden duty. Anyone else who kills is guilty and no one can be cleansed."

"I'm an evil person. I don't want to defend myself. I just do it. If heaven wants to take me back in the future, it's my fate. If people can kill me, it's because my skills are inferior to others. That's all."

"As for knights, haha, which knight has not washed away his reputation with blood? They are just using their own standards to kill the people they want to kill."

"If you want to kill people in the right way, you must first take advantage of righteousness. When it comes to righteousness, I want to say that you are unjust. You have a hundred mouths and you can't explain your innocence."

"To put it bluntly, everyone is killing people, so don't talk about who is right and who is wrong. There is good and there is evil."

I paused here: "People are actually quite interesting. They always like to stand up and say how others are doing? Who sets your standards?"

"No one gives him standards. As long as he feels something is wrong, it is wrong. In order to prove that he is right, he will quote scriptures and talk freely."

"To put it bluntly, they are eating people and drinking blood. As long as they think they have won, it is the way of heaven and the will of humanity. But I want to ask, who in this world is truly innocent?"

I stopped here and said, "Qin Xin, since I can bring you out, I don't want to ask about your past. If you don't want to kill me, I won't want to kill you."

"And..." I paused and said, "Actually, you are much kinder than me. Just now, if you didn't stop me, I would have gone up the mountain and massacred that village again. Do you believe it?"

"I believe it!" Qin Xin's voice was choked with sobs.

But I smiled and said, "Don't cry. I heard that if a man owes a girl too many tears, the Lord of Hell will soak him in his tears and make pickles in the future."

"You're not going to let me have a label that says I was pickled on a certain day of a certain month and year on my head after I die, right?"

Qin Xin chuckled: "Have you coaxed many girls?"

"You are the first." I really wasn't lying.

Qin Xin sighed and said: "I heard people say that a girl is lucky to meet a good man in her life. Unfortunately, I only met a good man after I died."

"When I was a child, I didn't live in that mountain. Instead, I followed my father around various states. My father was a luthier. You should know this industry, right?"

I nodded.

Musicians did not have much status in ancient times. Musicians in ancient times were called Ji. Their status can be imagined.

What the literati say about chess, calligraphy and painting is that the princes and nobles are cultivating their temperament. They do not rely on the qin to make a living. Real musicians will be classified as low-level.

This situation lasted until the end of the Qing Dynasty before it finally changed.

Qin Xindao: "Although my father is just a humble violinist, he always wants to make the best piano and compose the best music."

"At that time, my father always believed in the existence of the heart of the piano. His lifelong pursuit was to build a famous piano with a heart. So, he took me here because he heard that there was a group of musicians here.

The village is a paradise for musicians."

I frowned slightly when I heard this: "When did that happen?"

Qin Xindao: "When I came, the reign name was Jiajing."

I said smoothly: "Isn't that village a place where people keep ghosts and gods?"

I have such doubts, is it not for nothing?

Putting aside, what was the status of musicians in the Ming Dynasty? Just from a geographical point of view, this place should not be a gathering place for musicians.

Before the Ming Dynasty, the population outside the Pass was not large, and the musicians were far inferior to those inside the Pass, let alone those in Jiangnan.

What are the musicians doing outside the customs?

At that time, the high mountains, forests and snowy plains outside the Pass were nothing more than barren mountains and harsh waters to the south of the Yangtze River.

Is there anything here that could attract them?
Chapter completed!