Open the vest in the comic world

[Props: 82 Coke]

[Prop: Hundred Forged Knife with Sharpness]

[props: bunny girl costume]

"It's a nice knife."

Jiang Xiang stroked the blade.

His maternal grandfather was a wealthy man, and there were many handicrafts and antiques in his home.

Compared with this kind of handicraft, Jiang has a certain ability to distinguish.

That sharp feature may bring an unusual experience to the knife.

"continue!"

Swish————

Golden legend?

A card with a gold border appeared in front of Prime Minister Jiang.

"This is?"

【Special Avatar Card—A Xing】

[Grade: E Grade]

[Special effects: special props can be used to advance to the next level, and the existing advancement path - A Xing with King Kong Legs/A Xing Lingling Paint/A Xing with special functions]

【Skills: Haha laugh, sliding the door and picking the lock.】

【Introduction: An ordinary person】

"Is there such a card? There are many types of cards."

"This is not an independent incarnation anymore, it needs to be transformed into the main body?"

Jiang Xiang looked up the advanced conditions curiously.

[Vajra legs: [-] emotional points + Shaolin Buddhist scriptures]

[Ling Lingqi: [-] emotional points + butcher's knife (killed [-] pigs)]

[Special function: [-] emotional points + a beautiful woman's sweet kiss + having a master and a brother (not necessarily true)]

Jiang Xiang wiped his chin suddenly, and realized after reading it carefully a few times.

"This seems to represent three different paths."

"Martial arts, abilities and technology?"

Supernatural powers are ever-changing and varied. Judging from the movies, illusion and mind control are very powerful.

Ling Lingqi should be able to develop towards the robot of Lord Variety.

"So...then choose King Kong legs."

Jiang Xiang firmly believes that one should not buy the right one, only expensive ones.

The one with the highest demand for emotional value is not necessarily the best, but it must not be bad.

"Buddhist scriptures. Grandpa's collection doesn't seem to have items from other sects."

Jiang Xiang's grandfather was a Christian believer.

Anyway, I often go to church.

Believe it or not, that's hard to say.

"Then rely on—father."

"The emotional value is less than [-], so I guess it will be enough in the afternoon."

"Then next, sleep!"

Jiang Xiang covered the quilt, and the room became silent.

evening.

Jiang Xiangshui woke up, and drove his small motorcycle to Lao Pai's antique shop in Chinatown.

Inside the store, a man with a goatee and a yellow elderly shirt was rummaging through something. Although he looked a little old, he acted powerfully.

"Uncle, I see you are coming!"

A greeting sounded from behind the old man, and he subconsciously turned around immediately, looking towards the door.

Seeing that it was Jiang Xiang, the frown eased.

"It's Ah Xiang, do you remember where Dad's tea leaves are?"

"If you can't find it, don't look for it. I brought new tea."

Speaking of which, Jiang Xiang handed over the tea brought to his father.

"Oh! Come on, come on, what are you doing with your things?"

As the old man said, his hands were not slow, and he quickly took the tea in Jiang Xiang's hand.

He was not polite to Jiang Xiang at all.

Dad treats Jiang Xiang like his own child.

He will keep any good things for him, and even made a lot of amulets for Jiang Xiang.

Although we have only been together for less than a year, with that sense of familiarity and intimacy, the two get along very comfortably.

"What trouble did you encounter when you came to find Dad?"

Jiang Xiang got up and poured tea for his father.

"What do you mean, I can't come to see you if I have nothing to do?"

The old man got up and went to the corner to take out the mop and broom, and looked at Jiang Xiang with a smile.

"It's okay, let's help Dad clean up."

Jiang Xiang's expression suddenly became serious.

"There is something! There is something important! An isolated Buddhist scripture is urgently needed."

"Buddhist scriptures?"

The father didn't ask Jiang Xiang what he wanted the Buddhist scriptures for, and turned to go to the basement.

Here.

Well, no.

Here, oops!

Things are clearly organized, but why are they messed up.

found it!
Dad walked slowly toward the stairs.

ding dong -- ding dong --

Jiang Xiang got up and went to open the door.

"Welcome to Papa Antiques."

Opening the door, a well-dressed, slightly embarrassed middle-aged man walked in.

"Hello, what do you need? We mainly sell and sell antiques here."

The man was obviously of the yellow race, and this characteristic appearance made Jiang Xiang take a few more glances.

In this city of America, the number of yellow people is not too many, but there are also many.

The man glanced at the antique shop, then at Jiang Xiang, and asked tentatively, "I heard that the owner of the antique shop is an old man? Are you?"

The man asked questions in standard Chinese.

"I'm the shopkeeper's nephew, wait a minute."

"Come"

Jiang Xianggang was about to shout.

Pa came up the basement stairs.

"Understood, just these two books, you can see if it works."

Although the antique shop was provided by Jiang Xiang, these antiques and texts were brought out by the old man.

Jiang Xiang looked through it.

"no problem."

Then he leaned into his father's ear and whispered, "He's looking for the owner, it seems he's looking for you."

Dad adjusted his small round glasses and blinked.

It seems to be saying, Dad has a lot.

The old man went up to meet him, and Jiang Xiang followed behind.

"Guest, do you want to buy something?"

The man looked at his father for a while, then said tentatively again: "I heard that you are good at exploring Fengshui, do you believe it or not. There are strange things in this world?"

Dad and Jiang looked at each other, motioning for him to continue.

The man couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief seeing that his father didn't show any contemptuous or disbelieving expression.

Then he took out a photo of his family of three from his wallet.

"This is a picture of me with my wife and son."

"My son was involved in a car accident a year ago and passed away. He was so young, and he was very cute." The man choked up a little.

"Cough, cough." Jiang Xiang interrupted his tendency to express his feelings.

"Sorry, I couldn't control it for a while."

The man looked a little embarrassed. After all, it was a grown man who shed tears in front of two strangers.

"We decided to go to the orphanage to adopt a child. We didn't expect a child who was very similar to our dead son. We adopted him."

When the man said this, his tone became hurried.

"Actually, I didn't think he was much like my son, but after adoption, he began to imitate my son, becoming more and more like my son."

The man's expression gradually became frightened.

"Later I found out that he started to get up in the middle of the night to eat raw meat, growl like a beast, and couldn't speak until we took him to the hospital for an examination. Any electromagnetic equipment used on him would fail."

"Originally he became more like my son, and we gradually accepted him. When celebrating his birthday one day, he roared like a beast and knocked over the cake filled with candles. I was worried about his origin, so I made up my mind to investigate his life experience."

The man's expression became unbelievable.

"Finally, I found a newspaper from 20 years ago, which said that the old director of the orphanage rescued a toddler, and that toddler was my adopted son."

"I asked the nun to help drive him away, but I'm still worried."

The man asked his father sincerely: "I found out after many inquiries that you are a well-known expert in this field. I would like to ask you to help me get an amulet."