In the darkness of night, on the chaotic streets of Lower City, two groups of gangs were at the critical moment of a fight.
Suddenly, a giggling black figure passed by like the wind, passed through the fire scene, and disappeared before anyone had time to react.
Both sides were stunned at the same time, and the two bosses who were fighting bloody battles couldn't help but glance at each other at the same time.
"That was just...an illusion?"
Just when both sides were stunned, another black shadow flashed past. This time, both sides, who had been prepared for it, finally saw clearly...
That was a naked old man with a flowing white beard!
The moment they passed each other, they saw the two rows of skinny ribs, the posture of running naked in the wind, and the thing that was faintly thrown out of the crotch cloth.
It was clearly etched into the eyes of the two bosses and caused permanent mental damage.
In the eerie silence, the two bosses looked at each other blankly. From above, they could see the grievances after their eyes were hurt.
After a long silence, a boss tentatively asked:
"How about... we continue?"
"Mom, stop fighting."
Bang, the weapon in the hand of the other boss was thrown to the ground. He spat on the ground and covered his eyes:
"I'm totally possessed today!"
The gangsters who fought on both sides nodded with fear...
That night, the two groups decided to give up the fight and go have a drink to wash their eyes. Then they met again in the same pub by coincidence.
The two bosses who were originally fighting each other drunkenly talked about the phantom of the streaking old man, and were frightened to tears. Finally, they realized the beauty of peace. They cut off chicken heads and burned yellow paper to become allies and brothers... However, this It’s all a story for later.
Now, on the streets of downtown, Mr. Holmes is facing the biggest crisis since his debut!
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While running wildly, Bai Xi, who was being carried on Ye Qingxuan's shoulders, looked back and saw that the old man with a ferocious expression was still chasing behind him, and his expression suddenly changed.
"Cousin, the taunt you made before leaving was too great!"
She twisted Ye Qingxuan's face and asked him to look behind him:
"—The old turtle is catching up! What should I do?"
Ye Qingxuan looked back and his hair stood up in fear. He quickly speeded up and comforted Bai Xi: "Don't be afraid! I see that his arms and legs are old. He will definitely not be able to catch up with us. Maybe in a few kilometers, he will be able to catch up with us." He just gasped and died on his own!”
The young man's vicious curse made Pusupo, who was chasing after her, turn green with anger.
"Bastard! I, I won't let you go!"
A stern look flashed across Pusupo's face, and her hands formed a seal on her chest, just like a heart. As she moved her hands, the "heart" beat rapidly and made a faint drumming sound!
The heart of the seal seemed to drive the heartbeat in his chest, reviving his exhausted physical strength. He sang hoarsely to the sound of the drum produced by the seals of his hands:
"The Great God is like the full moon looking at the sun, scattering light! The flames ignited by his abundant energy are like the lightning that is sparked from time to time in the clouds, and like a thousand suns rising at the same time, hanging high in the clear sky! He is holding Sitting on the bull, brilliant and bright..."
In the hoarse voice, there was a golden light behind the old man, like the sun shining. It's like a car galloping through nothingness, and the speed speeds up again!
This is a hymn in the hymn "Mahabharata" praising the majesty of Lord Shiva. At this moment, under the hurried chanting of Pushupa while running wildly, it was not interrupted by gasping for breath.
Moreover, he also consumed the little energy and blood he had left, forcibly raising it to the level it deserved.
Now it seems that this old man has been stuck in the barrier of knowledge for so many years, and it is not in vain. At least he has practiced all the music he knows so well that he can play and sing while walking, sitting or lying down.
Ye Qingxuan turned around and saw Pusu Po chasing closer and closer. He was immediately frightened and went crazy. He quickly speeded up and slapped the flowing notes on his body to increase the speed without any expense.
As a result, in the end, the old man actually rose into the air, like the sun traveling across the sky, and suddenly jumped in front of them.
Against that golden light, the old face was full of dignity and majesty.
"It's a pity that he is a naked pervert."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head and sighed, while Bai Xi beside him nodded in agreement.
Pusu Po almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, her expression was full of ferociousness, her indigo face looked like an angry god or Buddha, with murderous intent like a knife!
"Sherlock Holmes!"
He chewed the name word by word and roared angrily: "I will tear you into pieces!"
Just when he was about to recite the music, start Sanskrit singing, summon divine fire, divine lightning, divine arrows and even divine cow dung, and compete with this damn black musician, he suddenly saw Ye Qingxuan jump a step behind , holding the ball-shaped saint's relic in his hand tightly, and holding it high.
"Back off! Back off!"
His right foot suddenly stamped on the ground, breaking the rotten wooden cover of the sewer, and he was about to throw it away: "Otherwise, I will throw your belongings into the sewer!"
The sound of the Thames River echoed loudly, causing Pusupo's expression to suddenly freeze.
"No!!!!"
His eyes were as red as a rabbit, and the condensed ether in his hands suddenly dissipated, and he hurriedly retreated: "Don't be impulsive! If it's gone, I will fight you tooth and nail!"
He looked at the saint's relic in the young man's hand with scruples, fearing that Ye Qingxuan would throw his last hope in this life into the sewer if he couldn't think about it.
How much effort did it take for him to convince Sheilajita and the others to help him get this relic of the saint!
Being thrown away like this is all ruined!
"You keep the Eye of Indra! I'll let you go!"
He gritted his teeth and said, "That thing is a sacred object of our religion. It's useless for you to take it."
"Oh? So this thing is called the Eye of Indra?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at the relics of the saint in his hands and suddenly realized.
This relic is the treasure left behind after the death of the saint of India, the Thunder Emperor Indra. No wonder I felt electrocuted as soon as I bought it.
"But, who said it's useless?"
Ye Qingxuan shrugged calmly: "My chair was broken recently, and it just needs something to stand on. It's just the right size for me, so I won't let you make it happen. Besides, I just counted, this thing was my toilet in my previous life." Reincarnation is destined to be with me, so why not just go with me today?"
Pusu Po's face turned blue and red, her lips opened and closed as she didn't know what to say. In the end, she made a seal with her hands on her chest and the drum beat started again: "Holmes, you are seeking death!"
"If you have something to say, please say it, otherwise I will throw it away?"
Ye Qingxuan lowered his hand an inch, and the corner of Pusupo's mouth twitched, with a fierce look on her face: "If you have the ability, just throw it away."
"oh."
Ye Qingxuan nodded and let go.
At that moment, Pusupo's expression twitched and her eyes widened in disbelief. In the slowed down time, his face distorted and changed, first in shock, then in rage, and finally in extreme aggrieved pain.
Did he lose it
Lost this little bastard? Really lost? !
This is a fucking relic of a saint!
"No!!!"
He forgot what he had just said, and even ignored the ether, he subconsciously flew towards the free-falling relic of the saint.
But beyond reach.
A few meters away, the small ball was spinning and rolling in the air, falling into the turbid sewer.
In mid-air, Pusu Po couldn't bear to look at her anymore, her desperate eyes were full of hopelessness.
At the last moment, a delicate white hand stretched out from the side and caught the Eye of Indra.
"yeah!"
Bai Xi made a V-sign and threw the Eye of Indra to Ye Qingxuan. Ye Qingxuan rearranged his posture and looked at Pusupo who was throwing herself on the ground, almost crying.
"You bastard! You're a beast in the world of car racing!"
"It's just a joke, why are you so excited?"
Ye Qingxuan said, looking eager to try: "I think you didn't have enough fun just now, why don't we play again?"
"Okay, okay!"
Bai Xi next to him clapped his hands: "I promise to catch it. Grandpa, you have to believe me!"
Believe me, you big-headed ghost!
Pusupo got up from the ground, her heart full of resentment and shame, her eyes cold. He finally calmed down and realized that these two bastards were just trying to play with him.
Since he wants to play... he must be prepared to play with fire and burn himself.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Pusu Po asked coldly.
"That's right. Talk about it. Talking about it is better than anything else."
Ye Qingxuan slowly withdrew the Eye of Indra and asked in a cold voice: "Now do you feel the aggrieved feeling of being chased all over the street and you can't even understand the reason?"
Pusupo's face turned green and she suppressed her anger: "It's not impossible for you to want the Eyes of Indra. As long as you agree to one condition, I will tell you the activation secret language immediately."
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, his expression changed, his brows quickly raised, as if he understood something, and he laughed softly.
"What conditions?"
He made a bargaining gesture: "Let's talk about it."
"Kill the shaman."
Pusupo's eyes turned cold, and a flash of murderous intent flashed: "Join us, kill the shaman, and I will make the decision to give this thing to you. I can even ask Sheila Jita to hire you as our worship master. Every year in Amrita City, I can also give you a share of the harvest..."
"You are joking?"
Ye Qingxuan sneered: "Are you thinking too highly of me? I'm just an unknown musician. How can He De kill the former Dark Emperor?"
"I don't believe in others, but for a black musician who can escape the search of Avalon's Great Barrier and sneak into Avalon for such a long time, it's just a little difficult."
Pusupo said seriously: "Mr. Holmes, you are here probably for the Blood Road, right? The shaman will not allow you to pursue the Blood Road. When he was still here nine years ago, everyone who dared to explore the Blood Road and the Shadow of Avalon All the people have been sunk into the quagmire by him. Now that the shaman wants to rise, he will not let you go first. You and we join forces, which is a matter of mutual benefit. Besides, you black musicians... are pursuing Isn’t it power?”
"Oh? That makes sense."
Ye Qingxuan's brows raised slightly: "It's just that using a saint's relic that can only be used as a decoration to paint a pie for me makes people underestimate the sincerity of Tianzhu people."
Pusupo was silent for a moment and made up her mind: "As long as you agree to deal with the shaman, I will tell you its secret language."
Ye Qingxuan smiled, not as a surprise, but as if he was expecting it: "Since you are so sincere, I might as well agree to it."
Beside him, Bai Xi pulled his sleeve forcefully, his eyes indicating: There is something wrong with this old ghost!
The young man waved his hand to signal her to calm down, but the Eye of Indra in Mosuo's hand looked extremely happy:
"What is the secret language?"
Strong physical pain flashed across Pusu Po's face. She hesitated and spoke a piece of Tianzhu dialect. Ye Qingxuan was stunned when he heard the words, silently chanting in his heart, and then he immediately came to his senses:
“—Don’t turn the three realms into ashes?”
Pusupo was shocked, and there was a trace of fear in her eyes: I didn't expect this guy to even understand Tianzhu language