Sacrifice of evil god

The crowd was silent at first, but when they finally realized how inconceivable the sudden intrusion of the uninvited guest in front of them was, no one knew who was the first to scream. Immediately afterwards, the crowd fell into chaos.The sound of high-heeled shoes stomping on the ground in a panic, and the sound of "bang bang bang bang" and the sound of red wine glass falling to the ground and shattering rang together.

Those ladies and wives who travel on weekdays and can be well protected, covered their lips and screamed one after another, cowering and hiding behind their men, watching this mysterious intruder with unknown intentions with horrified eyes that looked at the aliens.

"You...who are you...you...how did you get up here!" There was a bold gentleman in the crowd, trembling his fingertips, holding his top hat that was about to fall over, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and forced himself to calm down Asked this sentence.

There seemed to be a small smile on the lips covered under the cloth.Then everyone heard a young voice, although it was speaking English, it had a distinct oriental accent.

"Oh, I'm sorry, the security guards downstairs insisted on asking me to get the invitation card. I didn't have that, so they pointed their guns at me rudely, so I had no choice but to..." He turned his head slightly, Glancing at the glass window that was leaking the sound of wind, "I had no choice but to come up in another way."

Another way... Is it to fly up in the air at a height of [-] meters without any support... He, who is he? !

Everyone was exclamating in their hearts, and a woman finally couldn't help asking: "You, who are you! What are you going to do here!" After asking, she shrank her neck tremblingly and hid behind her husband It was as if he was afraid that the young man in the white cloak would grab her and throw her into the sky.

Step by step, the young man walked towards the glass booth displaying ancient paintings in the center of the exhibition hall, with a serious expression and calm and determined steps.As he walked, he stretched out his white-gloved hands from under the cloak, slowly raised them up, and slowly tore off one of his gloves under the nervous gaze of everyone.

Only then did everyone see that the part of his arm exposed outside the cloak was not only covered with sickly red spots, but also his fingertips exposed to everyone's eyes, where the long nails should have been, were covered with a frightening purple patch. Black blood scab.

God, who is he, a monster in urban legend?

The masked weirdo finally answered them: "I am the owner of the painting, the descendant of the mysterious family that you call, my purpose of coming here is very simple, that is to—"

Before the words fell, he suddenly stepped forward at a lightning speed, pressed the hand that had taken off the glove on the thick bulletproof glass, and shouted in an ancient language that everyone could not understand: "Mirror!" The Shan Qi family, the royal hunter, the soul moves with the heart, and all transformations come into being! Break——!"

Everyone saw that his palm covering the glass suddenly shone with white light, but it was only like a flash in the pan, and soon went out.A crack slowly cracked on the glass that was supposed to be unbreakable even by a gunshot, but that was all. It didn't shatter easily like the ordinary glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated, no one dared to act rashly.

The young man frowned and closed his palm, concentrated again, and uttered that mantra-like sentence.This time, the light gathered under his palm was as bright as daylight. Before everyone could blink, they saw the [-]mm thick glass layer shattered by incredible energy, and the ancient painting inside, Unscathed.

As soon as those hands that looked scarred, but indestructible and shocking touched them, the mysterious protection on the surface of the ancient painting, the eyes that were exposed outside the mask and were so indifferent that they could not be caught by a trace of fireworks, suddenly appeared. Sadness, and infinite tenderness.

He touched the layer of "transparent glaze" several times before he came back to his senses, carefully took the painting, rolled it up and held it in his hand, and then continued the half sentence he had just interrupted: "I am If you want it, return it to its original owner.”

At this moment, the door of the exhibition hall was kicked open vigorously, and a series of crimson lasers were aimed at his forehead and heart.After discovering the abnormality, the security gate who rushed to the elevator from the downstairs was still a step too late, and the treasure of the town hall worth tens of millions of dollars had already fallen into the hands of the pirates.