Cultural Relics Are Not To Be Messed With

Chapter 11

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The old lady was afraid that Long Ya couldn't see what was in her hand, so she stretched her hand straight up and tried to send it twice. She obviously regarded this thing as the last life-saving talisman. She squeezed it tightly, and the muscles and bones on the back of her bony hands were protruding, even in the scorched black.

Qi Chen, who was temporarily paralyzed on his shoulders, maintained this cerebral congestion posture, raised his head up with difficulty, and moved away from the sign that almost touched the tip of his nose, because the blood on it was too bloody. It was so heavy that Qi Chen felt dizzy the moment he stretched it out.

Only then did he really see what it looked like—

This is a black-colored token. The upper and lower sides are dark and hard. It looks very thick. It has a line of gold characters on the left and right on the top. It's awkward.

Qi Chen, with such a strange font, looked familiar, stunned for a moment, and then remembered that it was the same style as the seal he had seen on the Guanghe company documents before.

He squinted for a few seconds, and finally got rid of the awkward feeling, and recognized the gilded characters on the token—

There is a way to pray, but there is no way to reincarnate.

"It looks amazing." Qi Chen rubbed his nose to cover up the still-rich bloody aura, and muttered in a low voice, a little confused as to what it was all about.

"It's really amazing..." The moment Long Ya saw the token, the disgust and irritability on his face gathered up. As he said this, his eyes turned from the token back to the kneeling old lady, with a slightly surprised expression, but soon returned to normal.

After sizing up the thin and shriveled old man from head to toe, he waved his hand impatiently, but his tone was not as hard as before: "It's alright, alright, put that thing away! Depression is too heavy to die, but it's still worth it. There are two living people! You can't die if it's too bad!"

"Then, then this order..." The old lady looked at him suspiciously, for fear that he would go back on it when he turned his head.

Long Ya tutted: "It's over! I'm not blind, and my feet are retracted. Why are you trembling? Smelling this smell makes me irritable, will you accept it?!"

"Take it! I'll take it, I'll take it..." The old lady hurriedly responded, she put the token in her arms like a treasure, and tucked her clothes tightly, as if what was put in was not a gilded brand, but a her life.

But Long Ya didn't have the patience to stand there watching her tremble.

He felt that the person on his shoulders seemed a little restless, probably because he had been hanging upside down for a long time, and it was really uncomfortable, so he turned around and took two steps, kicked open the courtyard door unceremoniously, and strode down the slope.

Behind him, a row of short knives stuck on the wall of the collapsed house instantly turned into countless sparkling powders, and then quickly gathered together, turning into a three-inch doll.

The doll's body is translucent, with a round head, a slightly firm belly, and short arms and legs like a radish.

Although Radish Head had short legs, he didn't run slowly at all. He stuck his legs straight, shouted "Wait for me", and rolled out after Longya and the others like a ball.

The old lady who was thrown in the shabby house opened her mouth for a while and then quickly got up from the ground and chased after her. It's also fortunate that she has no feet, so she uses floating, otherwise it would be enough to chase after trembling.

According to Qi Chen's description, Longya found Xu Liang's car on the side of the road. He didn't even take out the keys. With a flick of his finger, he heard the car make a "drip" sound and opened the door by himself.

He simply and rudely threw Xu Liang towards the back seat, and regardless of how he was only half-hanging on the seat, he slammed the door shut, and then threw Qi Chen in the co-pilot's seat.

"Look at how stupid you are..." Longya buckled Qi Chen's seat belt, and glanced at Qi Chen's stunned expression in disgust, unable to help himself.

Qi Chen blinked and said, "The situation changed so quickly, I was a little caught off guard."

"Hehe, I can't handle it if my hands are crippled." Just as Long Ya was about to close the passenger's door for him, he heard a "dong" sound, and a translucent sphere rolled directly in front of Qi Chen's eyes and hit the steering wheel.

The "ball" made a milky "ouch", was knocked back, and fell on Qi Chen's knees like a cat, with his hands and feet spread out in large fonts, his posture was very stretched.

Qi Chen: "..." What kind of thing is this? !

Longya's face twitched, he picked up the little doll unceremoniously, and shook: "Thousands of years of Taoism have been cultivated into the dog's stomach! You can roll over after walking, you are really more and more capable. now, huh?!"

The little doll grinned with a mentally retarded face, and flattered: "Master, your legs are too long, and I can't keep up."

Qi Chen: "..." What a mini dog leg!

Long Ya let go of his hand expressionlessly and threw it back to Qi Chen. Then he turned around and slammed the door behind his back. He leaned against the door with his arms in his arms, and raised his chin coldly at the old lady who came after him. , said: "Come, tell me, you asked others to help you, and you looked like you were going to kill people, what exactly are you going to do?"

Qi Chen in the car stared at the little doll sitting on his knees, and he couldn't figure out what this little thing was for a while.

As a result, it opened its mouth and said to Qi Chen, "I am the master's knife boy."

Qi Chenjong greeted it in a spirited way, and then couldn't help but say to it, "Little one, can you touch this button on the door? Oh yes, that's it, press it, open the window a little, I Listen to what they have to say."

Long Ya only felt that the car window behind him slowly lowered a little, and then his two heads were squeezed out from behind his waist.

"..." He wiped his face, glared behind him, one big and one small, and continued to question the old lady, "Don't just shiver without talking! I don't have that much time to spend with you here, so I'll give you a few minutes. If you don't say anything, you can go back and forth wherever you go, and then you will sway in front of me and kidnap people, even if you come with a sack and pray to send orders, I will slaughter them correctly!"

"My old man, I didn't mean to kill him..." The old lady hunched over her body, glanced at Qi Chen with her cloudy eyes with too much white, and said, "I just listened to that person saying that he was lured here and poured a A bowl of medicine, he has to help me."

She was glared at the knife by Longya, waved her hands and added: "The medicine doesn't hurt anyone, it just makes him unable to resist for a while. I just, I just want him to be more obedient and let him promise to help me."

Long Ya was almost annoyed by her: "Which idiot taught you such a roundabout way to kill yourself! If he says it, you will believe it? Why doesn't he just send the Buddha to the west, and accompany you to fill the medicine with you? I can still One slaughter and one pair, what a good deal! You said that you have asked for a prayer order, wouldn’t you just take it out and come to your door for help?! Keep it in your arms for the New Year? Is it delicious?”

The old lady: "...I-I'm afraid you won't recognize this order."

Long Ya sneered "hehe": "Why am I so arrogant? You put this thing in front of my eyeballs, I still don't see it, do you want Jiutian Xuanlei to scratch it?"

Qi Chen: "..." Why is this person always so cruel...

The old lady didn't speak, she seemed a little annoyed and remorseful, but when she was being satirized by Long Ya, her eyes still drifted towards Qi Chen from time to time.

Long Ya glanced at her, raised his hand and pressed Qi Chen's head into the car, and said to the old lady, "You keep asking him for help, what exactly are you asking him to help you?"

Hearing him ask such a sentence, the old man who had been bowing his head finally raised his head, his cloudy eyes were misty, like water vapor that had been trapped for too long and could not be dissipated. She sighed very lightly, knelt down tremblingly in the cold wind of the night, bowed her back on the ground and kowtowed.

"The old man has waited for four hundred and thirty and a year in the tomb of clothes, only to hope that one day, my son's bones will return home."

Her voice was just like what Qi Chen heard in her dream, it was old and hoarse, as if she had cried too much, too many years...