To the west of the main urban area, Ninghe National Musical Instrument Factory is covered by rows of huge camphor trees, providing a large area of ​​shade.

Early in the morning, Tian Chang received news from Cheng Li. Sure enough, the exhibition was postponed and even the museum was temporarily closed.

The voice Cheng Li sent was very cautious, as if she was revealing a secret.

"Let me tell you, yesterday the museum was actually robbed. They broke all the glass display cases and took away the cultural relics.

"Too arrogant!

"Our leaders asked us to keep it a secret, so I will only tell you, but please don't spread it outside.

"By the way, the lost cultural relic is the jade ring that you paid special attention to that time."

Little did she know that she had almost come into contact with the hidden truth.

So Tian Chang, who was forced to break the appointment due to force majeure, and Huang Shen accompanied Xie Han to pick up her Zhong Ruan.

This place is indeed different from ordinary places. It is now past ten o'clock in the morning, and the sun is still in its rising phase and cannot transmit its temperature to the ground at all.

There was a cold feeling in the entire factory area. No wonder Xie Han had to ask a boy to accompany him.

Through Xie Han's words, Ninghe Folk Music Factory once had its glory days. At that time, it was probably the time when Uncle Teng came out of the orphanage and went to work in the factory.

Around that time, every workshop in the factory was operating at full capacity for production. The scent of logs wafted from the lumberyard, and the pungent smell of raw lacquer echoed in the paint room.

The sound of axes, chisels, and wood scrapers, as well as the sound of scrapers rubbing against each other, are all reflected in Xie Han's narration, taking that era away.

Next comes the cold winter of folk music. The arrival of Western musical instruments has washed away ordinary people's perception of criticism. Brass instruments that reflect light ruthlessly classify folk music as "earth".

The folk music factory inevitably declined, and one craftsman after another left, until in the end only the oldest masters remained.

"This is not bad. The masters oversee the construction of a batch of musical instruments from beginning to end. After a few years, only dozens of instruments are produced, and each one is of high quality.

"Now that folk music has been revived, life in the factory is a little better, but most of the musical instruments on the market are occupied by new brands."

Xie Han said that she seemed to be a witness to the history of folk music factory.

Seemingly seeing Tian Chang's doubts, she

He explained: “My grandpa was a master of folk music factory before his death. He was the one who made Zhongruan, and he was also my inspiration for music.

"So, if you want to cultivate my Zhongruan, you must come here.

"It's strange to say that when I was young, I often played in the factory. At that time, there was almost no one in the factory, so I didn't feel scared."

Tian Chang thought to himself that the evil god in the factory at that time had not transformed into a masterless evil god, so he would not feel like he does now.

The person who helped Xie Han repair Zhong Ruan was probably also a senior master in the factory, and he might even know Uncle Teng.

This thought crossed his mind. Xie Han's life experience was also related to the Folk Music Factory. Now, Quan Ninghe probably couldn't find anyone more suitable to be the ruler than her.

She may receive the Evil God's Notebook at any time.

Before setting off, Tian Chang specially reminded Huang Shen to always pay attention to the surrounding environment.

If there is no way to stop it, we can only try our best to help Xie Han get off to a good start.

Several people walked along the tree-lined avenue into the factory, passing by rows of single-story buildings. The rusty signs at the door indicated the musical instruments that had been produced.

"These houses have been abandoned for a long time. They looked like this when I was a child. There were a few doors that were ajar, and I even got in to take a look.

"There are a lot of large machines inside, used for rough processing of wood.

"Oh, what is this?"

Xie Han was still immersed in memories when he was suddenly hit by a falling object. Tian and Chang immediately stared at the object. The black rectangular object had a thin layer and the falling process

There was also the sound of pages turning.

During the flip, one side of the object was revealed, with strange fonts on it: Write your evil god.

When it hit Xie Han's forehead, a small crystal was knocked out at the same time. The girl quickly raised her hand to catch it.

"Don't touch!" Tian Chang blurted out.

However, the evil god's notebook rolled down first and just met Xie Han's raised hand. Under witness, a corner of the notebook touched the fingertips that could pluck the strings, and rolled again and hit the ground.

A small piece of arc-shaped crystal fell into the palm of my hand.

"When I was practicing piano, I often put my eyes close to the music score, and as a result, I became nearsighted. So I always wore contact lenses." Xie Han laughed at himself.

He said something, but through his other eyeball, which did not have his glasses smashed off, he saw two people with strange expressions.

"You guys, don't be so reactive." She thought it was because the information about her short-sightedness was exposed, which ruined her image a bit, and she had no idea what she had just experienced.

"Xie Han, listen to me, the next words are very important." Tian Chang took out his Evil God Notes from his backpack and kicked Huang Shen with his foot.

Huang Shen understood and took out his notebook.

"It may be difficult for you to accept, but we have all encountered the same thing."

On the ground, on the cover of the black evil god's notebook, the shadows of leaves were swaying. Tian Chang lowered his head and looked over: "This notebook already belongs to you."

"What does it mean?"

Seeing that something was wrong, Xie Han froze his hands in mid-air and did not dare to take the contact lenses back.

"Huang Shen, please try to explain it first." Tian Chang shook his hands and threw away the responsibility, and let his mind run.

Although he has already deduced the identity of the next ruler, he still needs Sun Hong to understand the process of releasing the evil god's notes.

But he ignored one thing. When Huang Shen became the ruler, the notebook suddenly fell from the sky, just like now.

The tops of their heads were completely covered with treetops, and there was no light skill in reality, so it was impossible for anyone to stand on it. Over in Jiangbei New District, they clearly saw Sun Hong dropping a monster and disappearing in an instant.

Judging from this, Sun Hong's evil god ability should have a space where he can send things from the outside into it at any time, and he can also send things out at any time.

This may also be the reason why he can enter and exit another city freely.

Although his ability allows him to remotely release the laptop, there must be a place to monitor it, so Sun Hong must be nearby at this time.

All the thinking was completed in a very short period of time. Thinking of this, Tian Chang immediately turned his head to the side.

Just now, Xie Han was at the front of the three people leading the way. In order to clear her position, it was impossible for Sun Hong to hide behind. The road ahead was also flat, and there were only hiding places in the trees on both sides of the road and in abandoned factories.

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Chapter completed!