Chapter 881: Wax Museum

Baishu's punch is very heavy!

At the very least, killing someone with it is no problem at all!

When Aaron circulated his Internal Energy and struck Ma Dang's temple, he did so with the intent to kill.

An ordinary punch could kill a person, let alone this kind?

His Internal Energy surged, instantly shattering Ma Dang's temple and piercing through his head, ensuring Ma Dang was dead beyond a doubt.

Ma Dang's eyes were somewhat vacant; he died with his eyes wide open!

Indeed, until his death, he could not believe that Aaron would actually dare to kill him!

"You..."

Aaron cupped his hands and strode out of the ruined temple.

"This opening is incredible..."

A smile appeared at the corner of Aaron's mouth as he walked inside.

The moment the Jingshi Book appeared in the world, it incited a storm of blood.

"Because they are the victors, the people of Great Xuan do not feel inferior when dealing with foreign civilizations and customs; they mostly just watch for the spectacle..."

If they can meet again in the future, he will naturally repay the kindness of the care received during this time.

In front of the notice board, Aaron mingled with the crowd, curiously standing on tiptoe to watch for a long time: 'I am really worth a lot!'

"Or rather... there is an abnormal situation!"

'Furthermore... the sketching techniques of ancient government offices are not necessarily reliable.'

Xiaohuan retreated several steps, feeling that this 'Bai Xuan' was suddenly so unfamiliar!

He walked forward for another stretch and arrived at a pier.

East and West, exquisite and grand... together they formed an extremely unique style.

There were also Westerners with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing double-breasted woolen suits, silk top hats, and holding canes.

Inside the ruined temple, the other members of the Qiankun Society revealed expressions of surprise and vigilance... they were all different, but they all stood up and gripped the weapons in their hands.

"So... where do I go now?"

Suddenly, he touched his forehead, his footsteps stopped, and he looked toward a three-story Western-style building.

Aaron muttered in his heart.

Speaking of which, if he could cultivate to become an immortal, Aaron would naturally not be willing to practice martial arts.

"As for being obsequious to foreign powers, that is completely out of the question..."

Even Baishu, after joining the Qiankun Society and learning some secrets from Cheng Dongnan, was quite desperate.

"I... no!"

"It's fine if you don't follow... may we meet again in the long future."

Then, everyone shifted their attention to the Strange Art Classics.

His Golden Finger had run away...

"Go home first? It's too awkward to recognize relatives randomly..."

Great Xuan is not a purely ancient era.

He walked on a street full of a blend of Chinese and Western flavors, feeling slightly overwhelmed.

Beside him stood a notice board—'Welcome to the Hawkins Wax Museum, a perfectly replicated life, meticulously crafted by Mr. Hawkins...'

Stroking the complex patterns on the silver dollar, as well as the edge serrations around it to prevent scraping and serve as an anti-counterfeiting mark, Aaron's expression was somewhat complex.

Aaron racked his brains, but found he had no way out.

By the river, a small steamboat puffing steam slowly docked, and a group of coolies on the pier were shouting for business.

'Pity, I cannot catch a glimpse of the Jingshi Book's splendor... A Strange Person?'

Aaron looked at the sign of the Western building, only to see it written in Great Xuan script—Hawkins Wax Museum!

"This wax museum is not right!"

There were many pedestrians coming and going, mostly wearing indigo or gray cotton robes with mandarin jackets over them.

Aaron revealed a big, bright smile and looked at Xiaohuan: "How about it? Are you still coming with me?"

Although Baishu had once crossed paths with the lackeys of the Imperial Court, no photos or the like had been left behind.

Back when Great Xuan swept across the world, even Tianshu Grandmasters were among the opposition.

"I have an inexplicable feeling... inspiration?!"

"The most critical thing right now is, where did my Golden Finger—no, part of the will of the 【Scarlet Creator】—escape to?"

"I saw him calling out so arrogantly, so I couldn't help but give him a hand."

This kind of mass-produced silver dollar was clearly the product of mechanical power, not something crafted by hand.

"In a trance, I almost thought I was still in Daliang... although it is the Daliang of the Steam Engine era..."

Traditional Chinese medicine shops stood side-by-side with Western medical clinics.

Upon entering the lobby, one could see a waiter wearing a red uniform, whose appearance was lifelike...

Aaron arrived at the main entrance of the wax museum; the doors were wide open and not locked, and beside them was a life-sized doll, posing in a respectful gesture of invitation.

There was no usher collecting tickets; it appeared to be a free museum.

According to the speed of first finding a painter to make a copy and then sending official documents to various government offices, Aaron felt he still had a little time left.

Especially when traveling, he infused his Internal Energy into his legs, and his movement technique was as fast as a lingering shadow.

And the barrier of this world was still there; even if he held a Ritual, he could at most communicate a few words with the main body. It was clearly impossible to increase investment—the main body might also be held back by other deities.

Seeing Aaron stand up with blood on his fists, Xiaohuan was so frightened that she retreated three steps.

"In Great Xuan... can Weird objects appear so openly in the marketplace?"

Aaron preferred this kind of atmosphere, wandering along the docks and admiring the scenery of another world.

As for Xiaohuan?

While pondering, he quickened his pace.

There is no future in hanging around with the Qiankun Society; it would be best to jump off this sinking ship sooner rather than later.

"However, it is ultimately not that history... Great Xuan was also not invaded; on the contrary, it invaded other countries and established quite a few colonies..."

The teahouse and the Western-style pastry shop were next door to each other.

"Wanted Order—Whereas the rebels of the Qiankun Society have attacked the county seat, burning, killing, and looting... they are now wanted nationwide. Those who provide important clues will be rewarded with 50 Dragon Dollars; those who capture members will be rewarded with 100, with important leaders calculated separately... September, Great Xuan Year 91..."

This was a very desperate matter for a Martial Artist.

"How about... going to snatch the Jingshi Book? But I have already left the Qiankun Society... I was a bit reckless before, mainly because Ma Dang's stance was set up too well; I couldn't help myself, I really couldn't help myself..."

Aaron felt his pocket and fished out a few silver dragon-patterned dollars, as well as a few Jiao and copper coins.

'The Qiankun Society split into two groups, and my group was clearly the bait... and since I became separated from the main force, they became my bait... I should be considered relatively safe, right?'

"A Dragon Dollar has a face value of one yuan, which can be exchanged for ten Jiao, or one hundred copper coins; one copper coin can buy three sesame flatbreads..."

It must be said that the Crane Form movement technique is still very useful for traveling.

For his long life, this was quite a nice bit of fun and diversion.

Therefore, there has long been a consensus in the martial arts world.

Alas, when facing the slaughter of a Strange Person, they are no different from ordinary people.

In the blink of an eye, they can cover a distance unimaginable to ordinary people.

The might of a Strange Person is unstoppable!

Even the weakest Strange Person has strength above the Seven Stages!

Aaron sighed and merged into the flow of the crowd.

Yes, it was just a perfectly replicated life-sized Wax Figure!

Looking at the facial features of the other party, where one could even see the pores, Aaron deeply felt what the uncanny valley effect meant.

Stuck in writing, posting two thousand words first, the remaining two thousand words will be added in the morning...

(End of this chapter)