bang bang bang!
Garen hammered hard on the door of the antique shop.
"Old man, open the door!"
In the early morning, the street was deserted, only a few workers in blue clothes who were on the morning shift passed by the street, and when they saw Garen's exaggerated hammering action, they just glanced curiously.
"Old man! Haven't gotten up yet?" Garen shouted a little impatiently.
He went to bed early last night, leaving several complicated questions ready to come and ask them early in the morning, and then go to the Martial Arts Association to evaluate the rank. After knocking for a long time, no one opened the door.
Garen frowned. "Could it be that he went out?" He thought for a while, looked left and right to see if there was no one around, and simply stood on tiptoe, reached out and touched the window rail above the crack of the door, and unexpectedly took out a blue key.
"Sure enough, it's still here." Garen smiled and inserted the key into the keyhole, and opened the door with a click.
squeak
The door opened slowly, and there was silence inside. The floor was completely replaced with black carpets, and some oil paintings and strange things were neatly hung on the walls. It looks colorful, of which gold and silver are the most, hanging on most of the walls.
Garen closed the door with his backhand, went to the wall and touched all the new things one by one. Soon, he shook his head in disappointment. He didn't find anything with potential, and turned around and walked towards the inner room of the antique shop.
Opening the black curtain, it was so dark inside that nothing could be seen clearly. Garen carefully lit the oil lamp on the right wall.
"Old man? Could it be that you are sick?" He frowned and looked at the bed in the inner room. The top was neat and the quilt was folded into a square shape, and there was no trace of sleeping on it.
Garen walked to the side of the bed and put his hand under the quilt. It was cold inside and there was no temperature at all.
"No one slept last night, did they go out last night?" He felt a little strange. Turn around and go back to the middle of the shop, and sit down where the old man usually sits.
Gallen suddenly saw a white amphorae with narrow necks on the table, and there was still a little dark red on the bottle, dark red that had solidified.
He narrowed his eyes, gently picked up the bottle, dipped his finger on the dark red spot and put it under his nose to smell it.
"Smell of blood" he stood up slowly, his expression completely gloomy, "I hope it's not the old man's blood"
Garen began to check the shop slowly, but within a few minutes, he found a few drops of dried blood again in the middle of the shop, on the black carpet in front of the table.
Squatting beside these few bloodstains, Garen looked around and saw that there were no other bloodstains.
"Huh?" He suddenly let out a little snort, and his eyes fell on the shadow on the left side of the table, where a rectangular white envelope lay quietly on the carpet.
He went over and picked up the envelope.
On the surface of the envelope is written: Little Bastard Qi.
The black handwriting looks a little scribbled, but it also has a casual and free feeling.
"It's the old man's handwriting." Garen frowned and tore open the envelope, gently shook out the letter paper from inside, and unfolded it with a clatter.
The letter paper was covered with sparse handwriting.
'I'm out on a trip, boy! Don't come to me, don't try to contact me, I'm fine. An old friend invited me over to eat delicious food and drink spicy food. I heard that there are beautiful women to accompany the wine and warm the bed. Hahaha, don't envy me too much. I guess I won't come back in the future. This small shop is just open for fun, so I'll leave it all to you. You can decide what to do with it.
Oh, right. The appraisal knowledge I taught you is a very rare experience. Ordinary appraisers don't have this opportunity. You have to study hard on your own. Don't let the old man misjudge me. '
After reading the letter, the gloomy expression on Garen's face did not change at all, but deepened.
"This old man, are you kidding me?" He took the letter paper and walked to the table, found a match from the drawer and lit the kerosene lamp on the table. Then hang the letter paper over the flame and slowly move it to smoke.
Slowly, new lines of black characters gradually appeared on the back of the white letter paper. It wasn't until all the black characters were revealed that Garen took the letter back and opened it to read again.
'Garon, if you have the heart, you should be able to see the true content of this letter, maybe I have already left by this time.
To be honest, you really look alike, a lot like me when I was young. Although your talents are very different, your personality is almost exactly the same as mine at the time. Well, not much to say, the necklace I gave you should be kept well, don't lose it, maybe it will help you a lot at some point.
Also, if... I mean if, you notice something wrong in the store, you have to leave immediately! If someone finds you, don't mention my name, let alone know me! Do remember! Those people are not something you can fight against, or in other words, they are not something ordinary people can deal with. Don't call the police, don't ask other people for help, it's useless, it will only hurt others. No one will be their opponents except those people themselves.
It's a pity if you don't have that talent.'
The content of the letter came to an abrupt end, as if it was not finished.
Garen held the letter paper, his breathing became a little rough. In fact, he already felt that something might have happened to the old man.
"Those people? Old man, who are you talking about?"
His thoughts were mixed for a while, and he stood in place holding the letter paper envelope,
Click!
Suddenly, there was a soft noise from the inner room of the shop.
"who!"
Garen picked up the letter paper and rushed in a few steps.
A figure just walked out from the back door of the inner room. Hearing the shout, the figure turned to look at Garen, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"My lord is right, that little guy is here again!" The thin man suddenly shouted loudly.
"It seems that we really didn't come in vain." Another voice came from outside the door. "Quickly kill him and leave."
"Understood, I'll take care of it." The thin man at the door chuckled twice, turned around and walked towards Garen.
"Boy, you're unlucky to meet me." He stretched out his index finger and lightly pointed at Garen.
boom!
An invisible force suddenly pressed down on Garen's whole body, like a ball of transparent glue, directly fixing him in place.
"What is this?!" Garen's complexion changed, and he wanted to raise his hand, but felt that his arm couldn't move at all, as if there were hard walls in the front, back, left, and right, and his whole body seemed to be embedded in the middle of the concrete wall.
"This is the talent the old man said? This is the so-called strength of those people?!" Garen wanted to move his whole body, but it was useless.
He stared at the man opposite, and noticed that on the back of the man's right hand, there was a faint black tattoo, which looked like a complex tattoo in the shape of a pentagram.
"Jemsiva, stop playing, call it a day and go back." The man's voice came from outside the door again.
"Oh, I got it, I got it." The skinny man replied impatiently. Stretch out your index finger again, and slowly point it at Garen.
Click! !
It sounded like glass breaking.
The impatience on the man's face froze instantly, he slowly lowered his head, and saw a white arm stably inserted into his chest.
The boy who was immobilized just now was standing in front of him with a calm and cold expression.
Boom!
The man was knocked backwards in an instant, smashed through the door and fell to the ground, slid far away with a hiss, and lost his breath.
Garen walked out the back door slowly, in front of him was a small yard behind the shop.
There were three men in black standing sparsely in the yard. The three of them were staring blankly at the thin man who was flying to the ground, and seemed completely unaware of what was going on.
"It's Old Man Gego!! It's him! He's back!!" A man in black on the left suddenly yelled in a trembling voice.
"Shut up! That old bastard is already dead! He was killed by the adults himself!" the leading man in black roared. "Get rid of him, let's get out of here immediately!"
"I just want a peaceful life, why do you insist on forcing me?"
Garen looked indifferently, and looked at the few people in front of him. His body slowly swelled, his muscles bulged high, and his upper body doubled in size, like a terrifying demon king in mythology.
"What do you mean I don't have the talent in this area? It's ridiculous."
boom! !
With a loud noise, he rushed forward suddenly, and the ground shook violently, like a thunderstorm, blasting a small crater.
He was like a tyrannosaurus rex hunting, rushing towards the three people in the yard with a powerful and terrifying sense of oppression.
"Quickly spread out!!"
The three of them only had time to shout out a word, only to hear two popping sounds. The heads of the two were grabbed by Garen's hands, and with a light pinch, countless red and white slurry exploded out with two bang bang bangs. Splashed the ground of most of the yard.
The last person jumped up, pulled out two daggers and stabbed Gallon's neck obliquely while rolling.
Boom! !
As if to swatt a fly, Garen slapped the man hard, smashing him and the dagger into the air, flying far away and hitting the courtyard wall. Like a human-shaped mural, it has not slipped off after sticking to it for a long time.
Garen exhaled two rough breaths from his nose, strode over with bang bang, grabbed the man's hair with one hand, lifted it up and hung it in front of him. boom!
He punched the man in the abdomen, and another mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing Garen all over.
"It's really good. Without that transparent power membrane, you are just as weak as ordinary people."
"Hey hey hey" This man was grabbed by the hair, bleeding from seven holes, but he could still laugh out loud. "You, you are finished. Do you still have a younger sister...and parents? Baima. It's over, hehe, if it wasn't for the order of the adults, I should enjoy that cute little girl. But Baima is more...ruthless than me .He'll fuck your sister to death! Fuck to death!! Hahahaha!!!!" Crack!
Garen twisted the man's neck with cold eyes.
"Unwilling to be killed, do you want to drag your companion into the water? Don't worry. I'll let him accompany you in a while."
Stepping on his foot, another small hole popped out in the ground, and Garen rushed out from the back door of the yard in a few steps, almost three or four meters in one step, before disappearing into the morning mist in a few strokes.
(end of this chapter)