Chapter 564: The Brick Expert Who Went to Hell

My name is Luo Xingchuan.

Sailing a boat on the Luo River, mountains and rivers receding backwards.

I am a cultured person.

Born into a scholarly family, influenced by my family, my body naturally carried a Scholarly Aura. This was not something that the elegance pretended by those who drank a cup of coffee or held a cup of milk tea could compare to.

But cultured people also need to eat.

Therefore, our family would more or less engage in some culture-related careers.

Most were university professors, and there were also some engaged in research. For example, our family, the majority of people were engaged in research regarding ancient texts.

Of course, occasionally we would also do some ancient text appraisals. Books are the inheritance of civilization, and people are the carriers of civilization. From a young age, I followed my father to learn knowledge regarding ancient text appraisal.

Logically speaking, a person like me, from a family like this, wouldn't walk the path of crime.

That was an antique appraisal meeting.

A group of "National Treasure Gang" members harboring dreams brought their Antiques to be appraised.

"New, purely new, indisputably new." Facing the almost maddened old man, I helplessly repeated my appraisal result.

That day, that old man jumped down from the top floor of the venue.

Also that day, my usually gentle father gave me a slap. It was simply because my father saw some clues from the ancient texts that the old man tore to pieces on the rooftop—it was a genuine ancient text. I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.

But anger aside, my father chose to cover up this matter, and didn't publicly announce my mistake.

After going through this matter, my father felt deeply ashamed.

He washed his hands in a golden basin and focused on teaching.

As for me.

I couldn't figure it out. Everyone's knowledge reserve has limitations. The conclusion I reached wasn't necessarily the final result. I couldn't figure it out, why did that old man have to be so extreme?

In the following few years, I published many academic papers to build up my reputation.

But, the family expelled me from the family on the grounds that I disgraced their so-called Literati Character. I still couldn't figure it out.

It wasn't until I came to Hell that I discovered perhaps, the things I published while alive...

Those papers of personal opinions intangibly harmed many people.

But I still couldn't figure it out. Although I was a so-called Expert, my conclusions weren't necessarily correct. It was that they themselves didn't have the ability to discern; how could the blame be pinned on my head?

Until I completed Heart Cultivation.

I finally realized that if they had the ability to discern the truth or falsehood of the papers' contents, they would be Experts. At that time, I finally understood why my father felt deeply ashamed about that matter.

Perhaps, he realized that in the future I would become the one who Had an Improper Family Tradition. He felt humiliated by his own education, so that's why he focused even more on the educational enterprise.

Unfortunately, when I realized this point, I had already been in Hell for a long time.

I often thought, if I possessed abundant knowledge, perhaps I would still be the pride in my father's eyes, his capital to show off.

Therefore, in Hell, I developed the habit of collecting books. I often went to the Commercial Street to buy books. Books in Hell were very expensive. The Points I had obtained over so many years, besides daily expenses and ranking up, were basically all spent on buying all kinds of books, continuously enriching myself.

At the same time, I was also accumulating myself. Gradually, I discovered that players of the same Star Rating were no longer my opponents. Even if they were one Star Rating higher, I could also cope.

Knowledge is power.

With my current strength, I could completely rank up to Six-Star, but I had never saved Points.

My Points were not enough to rank up to Six-Star.

To tell the truth, I agreed with this kind of ruling mechanism of Hell.

After all, strictly speaking, I felt I wasn't a bad person. Whereas the other players in Hell were all people of heinous crimes when they were alive. I very much approved of torturing them.

…

Today, as usual, I brewed tea and was holding a book to read.

I had to say, this world was very interesting. There were actually many books, many books that even I hadn't read before.

It was just that Si Jincheng's fees were a little bit expensive. Like this book in my hand, a day's rent was 100 Points.

With my IQ, I could pretty much finish reading it in a day, and could also remember all the contents inside. It was much more formidable than when I was alive.

Perhaps Heart Cultivation could improve IQ.

But, I had just read a few pages...

My right eyelid kept twitching.

Just as I was thinking, a teammate came in holding a cup of coffee. To be honest, I very much detested this kind of behavior of posing as a lover of culture.

Also, coffee was truly terrible to drink.

However, I noticed that the words [Pingyuan] were printed on my teammate's coffee cup.

"Pingyuan..." I murmured.

Hearing this, my teammate glanced at the cup: "Boss, you're talking about this ah. Pingyuan is the name of this hotel: Pingyuan Hotel."

"My name is Luo Xingchuan. Sailing a boat on the Luo River, mountains and rivers receding backwards. Plains have few mountains."

I realized something wasn't right: "This hotel conflicts with my name. Immediately call the others; we're changing to another hotel!"

When the five of us hurried downstairs.

We saw...

Three people were standing at the hotel entrance. They had just pulled open the hotel's main door.

I remembered that the ones who finally won the championship in the battle to scramble for the Mental Cultivation Method were Chen Ran and Han Fei's parties.

My line of sight swept over the three people, finally falling on Chen Ran. My eyes gradually became shocked.

The next moment, that person called Jiang Zhe drew the Liar-Slayer from his waist: "Ghost Whisperer · Emperor's Seal of Reincarnation · Reverse the Future!"

The sound of gunshots rang out twice, one after the other, followed closely by the sound of the five of us getting our bullets jammed.

When the light recovered, I looked at Chen Ran and was just preparing to say something.

Ding!

The lighter. This kind of extremely sparse and ordinary sound, falling into my ears, was like a massive boulder being thrown into a calm lake surface.

My teammates, Jiang Zhe, Han Fei—these people had all disappeared.

In the entire hotel, there only remained...

Me and Chen Ran.

The next moment, I constructed my weapon within the Distance-Free Technique; it was a Sniper Rifle.

"Wait a minute!" Chen Ran seemed to have seen this thing in the Distance-Free Technique for the first time. He hurriedly voiced out to stop it, his expression appearing slightly flustered.

I was startled, but the next moment, it was as if my eyes were dazzled by something, followed closely by my forehead seemingly being smashed by a stone.

"gg!"

My body slowly fell down. In a split second, I seemed to have understood.

[I got insta-killed?]

[Fuck your mom you little troll, using a laser pointer to blind my eyes!]

Before my consciousness disappeared, I heard that shameless scoundrel opposite say...

"Looking like quite a gentle and refined person, how come his mouth is full of dirty words ah?"

Oh, right, this is the Distance-Free Technique. My inner thoughts would also be heard by the other party.

This story tells us, when cultured people are disgusted, they will also spew dirty words.

…

Inside the hotel, Luo Xingchuan's group of five were blasted unconscious by Chen Ran, and a lie was tricked out of them. Now the five of them were already five corpses.

Han Fei opened his mouth wide. The Five-Star top party that was still unattainable a few days ago, today was actually insta-killed by Chen Ran, and there was not a bit of room for resistance at all.

However, Han Fei was only surprised. He and Chen Ran had many similarities. If he completed the Second Realm Heart Cultivation, it should be about the same.

Chen Ran picked up the dropped Point Cards and Decryption Cards, his mood not beautiful.

Actually, thinking about it carefully, Luo Xingchuan's party had originally come to this world temporarily, unlike Shang Yun and Chu Shi'an's parties, which had specifically come for the purpose of getting Points.

Moreover, what he didn't know was that Luo Xingchuan's party had the habit of reading books. The majority of the party's Points had been earned away by Si Jincheng.

Being able to have 1000 Points remaining was already not bad.

The three people each divided a bit over 300 Points. Chen Ran finally rested his gaze on...

The book in the hands of Luo Xingchuan's corpse.