dimensional gap

"Who bought the box you auctioned here?" the young man with dyed hair asked while holding the host by the collar.

"Xiaozi, xiazi?" The host's voice was slightly distorted due to swollen cheeks, but it could still be heard.

"What box?" The host asked with tears in his eyes, "What does it look like?"

"Ice blue, square shape." The young man with dyed hair briefly described it.

An ice-blue square box?

The young host thought about it in his mind, and he quickly remembered the small box he had just sold.

What's wrong with that little box?

The host was puzzled, that strange box was sent to the auction house yesterday.According to the leader above him, this box is just an ancient relic, nothing unusual.

At that time, he didn't think too much about it, thinking that this was just an ordinary box.Until now, when these two obviously non-mortal guys asked him about the whereabouts of the box, he realized that there must be something wrong in this box!
If not, how could such an antique cultural relic with a bit of history be arranged as the finale?In retrospect, in fact, there might be something wrong with the origin of that box.

The host recalled that he suddenly felt that the auction house he was in seemed to be being used by someone.And the important part of everything that happened today has actually been written down by people who have already thought about the script.

Hiss~ Why, the more I think about it, the more terrifying I feel! ?

The host trembled, his eyes full of horror.

The young man with dyed hair frowned, grabbed the other party's collar, shook him, and said, "Hey, talk!"

"Ah, ah!" The host reacted, looked at the face in front of him, and quickly said: "I remember, I remember!"

"Who bought it?" the hair-dyed youth asked again.

"Three no, number four, guest number four!" After thinking about it for a while, the host immediately sold the customer who bought the box.At the same time, he comforted himself silently in his heart: "Don't blame me, don't blame me. I was also forced to do nothing."

"Number four." The young man with dyed hair glanced back at his companion, and said shyly.

"." The black-haired young man turned his head away and snorted.He will never admit that his cross-examination skills are very poor!
He glanced around, and after failing to find Room No. [-], the black-haired young man's gaze drifted upwards.

"I found it." The black-haired young man curled his mouth, and his eyes quickly locked on a small room on the second floor.He pointed at the black halberd obliquely, and said towards the fourth room: "You take it off yourself, or should I go get it myself?"

"." Looking at Zhao Ming who was holding a black halberd in the video and pointed at the room he was in, the sea sank like water.

He didn't mean to blame the host, because survival is an instinct for human beings.

What made his face dark was that there was only one exit in his room.After going out, what he had to face were those two mysterious men.

Looking at the knives on the bodyguards around him and the pistols tied tightly to their belts, Zhao Minghai sighed, knowing that he couldn't escape.

not reconciled
Zhao Minghai clenched his fists tightly, his eyebrows wrinkled.

In his eyes, this ice-blue box was a living gift from the gods. How could he, who had always dreamed of the power of the gods, be willing to give it up to others?

Between life and the hope of vengeance, which to choose?
Zhao Minghai's face was sullen, his curled fingernails were embedded in the flesh and blood, but he didn't notice it.

"What should I do?" Several bodyguards around him also looked over, waiting for Zhao Minghai's decision.

They were bodyguards, but they were actually a few close brothers in Zhao Minghai's organization.As someone Zhao Minghai trusted, at this time, they chose to leave the power of choice to him.

Zhao Minghai's face was trembling, his breathing was rapid and disordered.A few bloodshot eyes popped up in his eyes, and he kept wandering between the two choices.

"Don't come out?"

There was another shout from downstairs, followed by the countdown of the seconds.When the seconds count down to zero, maybe the door won't need them to open.

"Huh..." After being silent for a while, Zhao Minghai let out a breath suddenly, and his palms that were clenched into fists also loosened.

The expression on his face became calm again, as if he had made a choice.

"Give it to him." Zhao Minghai forced a smile on his face.

The hope of vengeance is gone, and the future may be born.But the foundation of revenge is gone, and everything is empty talk.

Therefore, he cannot give this life to the other party!

"." Hearing the choice made by his boss, several bodyguards fell silent for a while.One of them moved his lips a few times and said, "Boss, we can fight for you."

"No objection." After the man spoke, another bodyguard looked at Zhao Minghai and said, "Boss, since you pulled me up by the trash can that day, my life is yours."

"For the boss." The third bodyguard grinned faintly and said, "It's not a loss."

"Boss"

"Okay, don't talk about it." Zhao Minghai waved his hand, his expression had returned to normal, and he said: "I made the decision myself, and I know it in my heart."

"But."

The first bodyguard who spoke wanted to persuade him, but was quickly interrupted by Zhao Minghai.

"If you don't give it, we will all die here, and none of us can escape." Zhao Minghai shook his head and said, "I remember them, they are not ordinary people, they may have been related to immortals and gods at one time."

Hearing this, several bodyguards fell silent.They have all seen the news reports and some live videos of that day, and they still clearly remember the looks of the two mysterious men until now.

"Dabao, you can take it to him." Zhao Minghai took the ice-blue box and handed it to a bodyguard beside him. There was no trace of reluctance on Zhao Minghai's face.

After receiving the ice-blue box from his boss, the bodyguard named Dabao looked at his boss with a complicated look on his face.

"I see." Dabao nodded, then turned and walked towards the door.

But just as he was about to open the door, a discordant voice suddenly sounded.

"Now people, there are still people who try to rob with cold weapons?" On the second floor, in Room [-], a man's icy sarcasm came out.

This is a man under the leadership of a big boss. Although the boss's subordinates are not as powerful as Zhao Minghai's, they are not too far behind.

He also watched news and small videos about these two people on the Internet, but he always felt that there were false elements in them.To put it simply, it is to exaggerate the opponent's strength.

If the other party is a fairy god, then forget it, he admits that the other party has such strength.But these two are not
So in his opinion, these two people may just be guys who have practiced some special methods and achieved something.

As the saying goes, no matter how skilled you are, you will be afraid of kitchen knives.

This principle is also applicable here.No matter how strong these two are, can they still survive under the hail of bullets?

This is impossible!
The man sat calmly on the recliner in the room, looked back at the six or seven bodyguards with guns standing behind him, and then turned his head to look at the two people in the video, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It's time for these arrogant "practitioners" to feel the fear of being dominated by hot weapons!

Downstairs, the black-haired young man holding a black halberd and pointing obliquely at Room [-] had a slightly startled expression, and looked in the direction of Room [-] with some doubts.

In this world, is there anyone who thinks of longevity?

"Pfft." The young man with dyed hair snickered, looked at the black-haired young man with a strange expression, and said, "You seem to have been underestimated."

"." The black-haired young man's face darkened, and he argued, "Those who don't know are fearless."

"Those who don't know are fearless? Heh~" In Room No. [-], laughter came out again: "I'm just sitting here, why don't you try to kill me?"

"Mad, stupid human being!" The black-haired young man was furious, his eyes narrowed into slits.He played with the black halberd in his hand, and laughed angrily: "Since you are sincerely looking for death, then I will show you a ride with mercy."

As he spoke, dots of white light rose from his body like a dragon, spreading to the black halberd in his hand.

The whole body of the black halberd emitted a faint light, as if it had been awakened.

"Chop!" The black-haired young man showed a sinister smile, raised a halberd in his hand, and drew a crescent moon with the tip of the halberd.