After leaving the martial arts hall, a few seniors ate and drank. Gallon was so drunk that he dared not go back for the time being, for fear that his family would find out that he was drinking underage.
But when several brothers and sisters took turns bombing him, he didn't dare not lose face. Any one of those few can easily abuse him with one hand.
After making an appointment to hold a teacher apprentice banquet next week, Garen managed to run out of the hotel with some difficulty. I wandered around the city streets for a while at night, sobering up the smell of alcohol.
He walked top-heavy, walked on the sidewalk for a long time, and before he knew it, he came to Pennington Street again.
At night, the moonlight shines like a white gauze, and the whole street looks white.
On the floors on both sides, some residents' windows still had faint lights peeking out, and figures swayed in the light yellow halo from time to time. You can still hear the subtle sound of playing the piano, the rhythm is brisk, but still a little jerky.
Garen walked along the right side of the street, with gusts of cold wind blowing on his face, his groggy mind became a little clearer.
On the road ahead, a black two-horse carriage rattled over. The lantern hanging from the carriage dangled, and the pale yellow light could only vaguely illuminate the outline of the driver.
The car passed Garen's side, and soon turned around the corner and disappeared, only the occasional sound of horses' snorting could be heard.
Garen tightened his collar and quickened his pace.
Walking to the end of the street, he stood in front of the Dolphin Antique Store. Originally, he was just going to sober up and take a look around. Unexpectedly, there are actually lights in the antique shop.
When he reached the door, he reached out and knocked hard on the door.
"Old man! Open the door!"
There was a creak.
There was a round opening above the iron gate, revealing the old man's smiling head with his thinning white hair in a mess.
"It's you kid." He sniffled, as if smelling alcohol, "You actually go drinking at a young age!"
The old man quickly opened the door and let Garen in.
"Hey old man, are you sober?" Gallon felt top-heavy, and he walked lightly. He seemed to be walking in a straight line, but no matter how he walked, his body was always tilted to one side.
"This is an antique store, not a grocery store." The old man gloated and sat down, shaking his head and glaring at Garen. "It's because you're afraid of being discovered by your family when you go back, so you wander around outside to sober up, right?"
"How do you know?" Garen sat on a red cloth stool, threw the fake on one side of the table, and began to gently rub his temples.
"I can tell by seeing you like this. I was planning to go back, but I didn't expect you to come, so just stay a little longer. It's not very safe in the city these days, so be careful not to go shopping too late."
"I know, I know, don't worry." Garong swallowed dryly, "Old man, do you have any water here?"
"Fill the room in the back by yourself, I won't bother with you." The old man Ge Guo sat at the desk and continued to write something.
Garen got up and staggered to the only back room, fumbled for a glass of water and drank it. As soon as the cold water entered my stomach, I immediately felt better again.
Back in the main room, he dragged a chair and sat down at the old man's table.
Taking advantage of the strength of the wine, Garen actually asked what he wanted to ask the most.
"Old man, where is the book you showed me last time? Can you show me more?"
The old man Ge Guo was biting the feather behind the pen, as if he didn't hear it.
"I said old man, did you hear me?"
"I heard you! What are you arguing about?" Old man Ge Guo waved his hand, "It's useless to show you that book. Without that ability, you can read it many times and the result will be the same."
"Who said that? I didn't read it carefully last time." Gallon said nonsense, "You give me this time and I will definitely read it carefully!"
"You know how to pick things, kid. Do you know how much that book is worth in the market? If you break it, you won't be able to pay for it in your next life." The old man curled his lips.
"That's called appreciation, understand? I just admire it! I didn't ask you to give it to me." Garen was speechless. Now he would come here every day to grind with the old man for a while. Either I want to read that book again, or I want the old man to come up with similar things again.
"Besides, what skills do you need to read a book?"
"No talent is no talent."
"You don't understand." The old man looked at the desktop and nodded, as if he was very satisfied with his handwriting. "Mr. Quicksilver's theft has taken shape."
"What eyebrows?"
"They are currently investigating a new case in the suburbs of the city. They found clues. The things stolen from my store should still be kept in the city. They are currently investigating. Maybe most of them will be recovered after a while."
The old man put away the pen and paper on the table, and capped the ink bottle. He glanced at Garen, "Also, don't worry about that book, I sent it to a friend a while ago, and it's not here now."
"Then do you have anything similar? I'm interested in things like medals and that book."
"You mean the kind of object that has troubles behind it?" the old man said in surprise.
"Troublesome?" Garen was slightly taken aback.
"The Bronze Cross Medal is that several generations of masters have been prodigal sons, and everyone's wealth has been wiped out. The book is similar, and they are all masters who harm people." The old man seemed to be a little bit embarrassed, and said with emotion.
"Is there something troublesome behind it?"
Garen was thoughtful.
After coming out of the antique shop, he sobered up a little along the way, thinking about this issue all the time.
"If only things with a troubled story can have potential," he recalled the previous ring of doom, "then what is the potential I absorb from it?"
Before he knew it, he had already walked on the relatively remote road home. The houses on both sides were sparse, and he could clearly see the black and green mountain walls and open woods behind the houses.
"It turned out to be this way."
He was startled suddenly, looked around, and suddenly found that it was the road where he accidentally killed someone for the first time.
The gray-white street was somewhat uneven, and a pool of dark red blood was still clearly visible on the ground in front of it. I don't know if it was left by his previous murder. There was no one around, only the headlights of a white car slowly moving away.
Garen hurried past the pool of blood. After so long, the traces there had completely dried up, and some slender black hairs were still condensed inside.
The cold wind poured into his neck in bursts, and he suddenly felt a little chilly.
I took a few steps forward. A person suddenly emerged from an alley on the left ahead, and hurriedly ran towards him.
This person was wearing a black windbreaker and a round hat, and the footsteps of his boots were crisp and quick.
Garen turned slightly to make room for the opponent to pass by.
Instead, the man staggered as if he was drunk, and turned towards him directly.
"Be careful." Garen stretched out his hand to support him, suddenly startled. I vaguely saw a little silver light piercing towards my lower abdomen, and then my stomach hurt, like being bitten by a mosquito.
No sense of danger, no creeps and scares. Garen was taken aback for a moment, then his heart turned cold, and he immediately came to his senses. With both arms in his arms, he directly hugged the man in his arms and squeezed hard.
"Who sent you here?"
Amidst the series of bone cracking sounds, the man leaned limply on Garen's body, unable to move at all. Both his arms and parts of his ribs were crushed.
But the strange thing is that this guy still hugged him with open arms, without answering.
Garen supported him, and was about to ask a question, when he suddenly saw a figure at the entrance of the alley in the distance, raising his hand and pointing something at him.
Suddenly a chill rushed from the soles of the feet to the forehead, and an unprecedented sense of panic surged out instantly.
Garen felt a tingling sensation as if the tip of a knife was hanging on the tip of his nose, close at hand.
By the moonlight, he has roughly seen clearly. The man's pupils were reddish, and what he held in his hand was a black pistol.
boom!
There was a crisp sound.
At the same time as the flames flashed on the opposite side, Garen only felt a small hot thing hit his chest precisely, and the body of the person he was supporting trembled, obviously also being hit by a bullet.
The chest is hot, as if the skin has been scratched.
"There's even a gun coming out!!" Garen didn't have time to think, pushed the man on him away, and jumped to the left following the movements in the film and television drama. Two bang bangs, just avoiding two bullets.
With his newly added agility attribute, his reaction and body speed are faster than the opponent's.
The bullet almost hit his calf, and two yellow sparks hit the ground.
Covering his face with his arms, Garen didn't have much fear in his heart, but a mixture of excitement and surprise.
He could feel that after the bullet penetrated a human body, it had no lethal effect when it hit him again, it just broke the skin and got stuck in the muscle. This allowed him to roughly estimate the damage the bullet would do to him. As long as he didn't hit a vital point at close range, he wouldn't die on the spot.
As a person who had already died once, Garen had no fear of death at all. He felt his heart beating wildly, fast, heavy and powerful. All the strength of the body burst out in an instant.
After three shots, he covered his face with his hands and charged straight at the man.
The man also thought that the first shot was shot, and the next two shots were supplementary, and the opponent should have no strength. I didn't expect it to have such a strong explosive power.
The distance between the two was not far, only a dozen steps, three shots missed, Garen rushed over fiercely, the man suddenly panicked, and raised his hand before trying to continue shooting.
Snapped!
Being slapped on the hand by Garen, the pistol rolled far away, spinning and sliding to the middle of the road, more than 20 meters away.
Garen grabbed the man's neck with one hand, and punched the man's abdomen with the other. Suddenly a black shadow flashed past, brushing against his arm.
Garen only felt a pain in his right hand. Looking carefully, he saw that the other party was holding a black and blue dagger in his hand. The blue luster on it looked a little weird under the moonlight.
He glanced at the wound on his right hand, the wound on the outside of his forearm was already slightly blue.
"Toxic!!" A chill came out of my heart suddenly.
He didn't know what kind of weapon the opponent was holding, but it could easily scratch his skin. I don't know what kind of poison was used on the dagger, but the tingling feeling on the wound surface is definitely not an ordinary poison.
Jia Long suddenly thought of his younger sister Ying'er who was still reviewing her homework at home, and the old man Ge Guo who was not serious every day in the antique shop, and how hard it was to find a real way to learn martial arts in this life.
He didn't want to die, he had only just crossed over, and he had just integrated into the life here. don't want to die! It's hard to live again!
"I want to die! You don't even want to live!!" He roared violently, rushed up and grabbed the man's hand holding the dagger, and swiped backwards.
With a sneer, the man was slashed severely in the chest, and suddenly exclaimed, the voice turned out to be a woman.
(end of this chapter)