Mysterious journey

Bang bang bang!

Galen hammered on the door of the antique shop.

"Old man, open the door!"

In the early morning, the streets were deserted except for a few workers in blue uniforms who were working the morning shift passing by. When they saw Garon's somewhat exaggerated door hammering action, they only took a few curious glances.

"Old man! You haven't gotten up yet?" Garen shouted impatiently.

He went to bed early last night and left several complicated questions to ask early in the morning before going to the Wushu Association to evaluate his rank. After knocking for a long time, no one opened the door.

Garen frowned. "Did he go out?" He thought for a moment, looked around to see if there was no one around, then simply stood up on tiptoes, reached out and touched the window bar 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, then opened the door with a click.

squeak

The door slowly opened inward, and it was quiet inside. All the floors were replaced with black carpets, and some oil paintings and strange objects were neatly hung on the walls. It looks colorful, with gold and silver being the most numerous, covering most of the wall.

Garen closed the door with his backhand, walked to the wall and touched all the new things one by one. Soon, he shook his head in disappointment, not finding anything with potential, and turned and walked towards the inner room of the antique shop.

Opening the black door curtain, it was so dark that nothing could be seen clearly. Garen carefully lit the oil lamp on the wall on the right.

"Old man? You're not sick, are you?" He frowned and looked at the bed in the inner room. It was neatly arranged and the quilt was folded into a square shape. There was no trace of having slept on it.

Garen walked to the bed and put his hand under the quilt. It was cold inside and there was no warmth at all.

"No one slept last night. Did they go out last night?" He vaguely felt something was wrong. He turned back to the main part of the store and sat down where the old man usually sat.

Garen suddenly saw a white narrow-necked amphorae placed on the table. There was still a little dark red on the bottle, a solidified dark red.

He narrowed his eyes, gently picked up the bottle, dipped his finger into the dark red and put it under his nose to smell it.

"The smell of blood." He stood up slowly, his expression completely darkened, "I hope it's not the old man's blood."

Garen began to slowly check the store, and within a few minutes, he found a few drops of dried blood again in the middle of the store, on the black carpet in front of the table.

Squatting beside these drops of blood, Garen looked around, but no other blood stains appeared.

"Huh?" He suddenly murmured, his eyes falling on the shadow on the left side of the table, where a white rectangular envelope lay quietly on the carpet.

He walked over and picked up the envelope.

On the surface of the envelope it says: Little Bastard Qi.

The black handwriting looks a bit sloppy, but it 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 the inside, and unfolded it with a clatter.

The letter paper is filled with sparse handwriting.

‘I went on a trip, boy! Don't come to me or try to contact me, I'm doing fine. An old friend invited me over to have a nice and spicy drink. I heard that there were beautiful women accompanying me to drink and warm the bed. Hahaha, don’t envy me too much. I probably won't come back again in the future. This store is open just for fun, so I'll leave it all to you. It's up to you to decide what to do with it.

Oh, right. The appraisal knowledge I taught you is a rare experience. General appraisers don't have this opportunity. You have to study hard on your own and don't let me, old man, get the wrong impression. ’

After Garen read the letter, the gloominess on his face did not change at all, but instead deepened.

"Is this old man kidding me?" He walked to the table with the letter and found a match from the drawer to light 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 words were revealed that Garen took the letter back and read it again.

‘Garen, if you are serious, 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 a lot like me when I was young. Although your talents are vastly different, your personality is almost exactly the same as mine at the time. Okay, let’s not say more. Keep the necklace I gave you carefully and don’t lose it. It may be of great help to you at some point.

Also, if, and I mean if, you notice anything wrong in the store, you have to leave immediately! If anyone finds you, don't mention my name, let alone know me! 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 or ask other people for help. It's useless. It will only harm others. No one can be their opponent except those people themselves.

It’s a pity if you don’t have that talent.’

The content of the letter stopped abruptly, as if it was unfinished.

Garen held the letter and his breathing became slightly heavier. He actually 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 moment, and he stood there holding the letter and envelope.

Click!

Suddenly there was a small sound from the inner room of the shop.

"who!"

Garen picked up the letter and rushed in with a few steps.

A figure just walked out of the back door of the inner room. Hearing the shout, the man looked back at Garen, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"My lord is indeed right, that little guy is here again!" The thin man suddenly shouted loudly.

"It seems that our visit was not in vain." Another voice came from outside the door. "Kill him quickly and leave."

"I know, 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 pointed it at Galleon.

boom!

An invisible force suddenly pressed down on Garen's body, like a ball of transparent glue, directly fixing him in place.

"What is this?!" Garen's expression changed. He wanted to raise his hand, but felt that his arm could not move at all. It was as if there were hard walls around him, and his whole body seemed to be embedded in the middle of the cement wall.

"Is this the talent the old man said? Is this the so-called power of those people?!" Garen tried to move his whole body, but it was of no use.

He stared at the man across from him and noticed that there was a faint black tattoo on the back of the man's right hand, which looked like a complex tattoo in the shape of a five-pointed star.

"Jemsiwa, stop playing, finish your work and go back early." The man's voice came from outside the door again.

"Oh, I know, I know." The thin man replied impatiently. He stretched out his index finger again and pointed it at Garen slowly.

Click! !

A sound like breaking glass.

The impatience on the man's face instantly solidified. He slowly lowered his head and saw a white arm firmly inserted into his chest.

The young man who was immobilized just now was standing in front of him with a calm and cold expression.

Bang!

The man was instantly knocked back, smashed through the door panel and fell to the ground. He slid far away with a hiss and lost his breath.

Garen slowly walked out of the back door, and in front of him was a small yard behind the store.

There were three men in black standing sparsely in the yard. The three of them were staring blankly at the thin man who was knocked to the ground, seemingly unaware of what was going on.

"It's Old Man Geguo!! It's him! He's back!!" A man in black on the left suddenly shouted with a trembling voice.

"Shut up! That old immortal is dead! He will be killed by the adults himself!" the leading man in black roared. "Kill him and let's get out of here right now!"

"I just want a peaceful life, why do you have to force me?"

Garen looked indifferent and looked at the people in front of him. His body slowly swelled, his muscles bulged, and his upper body doubled in size, like the terrifying demon king in mythology.

"What do you mean I don't have the talent in this area? It's really ridiculous."

boom! !

There was a loud noise, and he rushed forward. The ground shook violently, like thunder, and a small crater exploded.

His whole body was like a Tyrannosaurus rex that was hunting for prey, and he pounced on the three people in the yard with a powerful and terrifying sense of oppression.

"Disperse quickly!!"

The three of them only had time to shout out one sentence before they heard two crisp pops. Their heads were grabbed by Garen's hands and squeezed gently. Countless red and white liquid exploded out with two pops. It splashed on the ground of most of the yard.

The last person jumped up, and while rolling, he pulled out two daggers and stabbed Garen's neck diagonally.

Bang! !

As if swatting a fly, Garen slapped the man hard, sending him and the dagger flying away, flying far away and hitting the courtyard wall. It's like a human-shaped mural that has been stuck on for a long time without slipping off.

Galen blew out two thick breaths from his nose, strode over with bang bang, grabbed the man's hair with one hand, and lifted it up to hang in front of him. boom!

He punched the man in the abdomen, and another mouthful of blood spurted out, splattering Garen all over.

"You are really beaten. Without that transparent layer of strength, you are just as weak as ordinary people."

"Hey hey hey" This man was pulled by his hair and bleeding from all seven holes, but he could still laugh out loud. "You're done. Do you still have a sister...and parents? Hakuba. It's over. Haha, if it weren't for the adult's order, I should be enjoying that cute little girl. But Hakuba is more... ruthless than me. .He will fuck your sister to death!Fuck your sister to death!! Hahahahaha!!!" Click!

Garen's eyes were cold and he twisted the man's neck.

"You are not willing to be killed yourself and want to drag your companion into the water? Don't worry. I will let him accompany you in a moment."

With a step of his foot, a small crater burst out in the ground again. Garen rushed out of the back door of the yard in a few steps, almost three to four meters in one step, and disappeared in the morning mist in a few steps.