After coming out of the martial arts hall, several fellow apprentices ate and drank. Gallon was so drunk that he did not dare to go back for the time being, for fear that his family would discover that he was drinking underage.
But when several senior brothers and sisters took turns bombarding him, he didn't dare not give him face. Any one of them could abuse him with one hand.
After making an appointment to hold an apprenticeship banquet next week, Galen managed to run out of the hotel with great difficulty. He wandered around the city streets for a while to sober up from the alcohol.
I walked very top-heavy and walked around on the sidewalk for a long time. Unknowingly, I arrived at Burnington Street again.
At night, the moonlight shines down like a white gauze, making the whole street look white.
On the floors on both sides, there were faint lights coming from the windows of some residents, and shadows of people were moving from time to time in the light yellow halo. The sound of subtle piano playing could also be heard, and the rhythm was brisk, but still a bit jerky.
Garen walked along the right side of the street, with gusts of cold wind blowing on his face, and his groggy mind became slightly clearer.
A black two-horse carriage jingled over on the road ahead. The lantern hanging on the carriage was swaying, and the pale yellow light could only vaguely illuminate the outline of the driver.
The car passed Galen side by side, and soon turned the corner and disappeared. Only the occasional snort of the horses could be heard.
Gallon tightened his collar and quickened his pace.
Walking to the end of the street, he stood in front of the Dolphin Antique Shop. Originally, he was just going to sober up and take a look, and then stopped by to take a look. Unexpectedly, there was actually a light in the antique shop.
Walking to the door, he stretched out his hand and knocked hard on the door.
"Old man! Open the door!"
There was a creak.
A round opening opened above the iron door, revealing the old man's smiling head, with his sparse white hair in a mess.
"It's your kid." He sniffed, as if he smelled alcohol, "You actually go drinking at a young age!"
The old man quickly opened the door and let Garen in.
"Hmm...Old man, are you doing anything to sober up?" Garen felt top-heavy and light when he walked. He seemed to be walking in a straight line, but no matter how he walked, his body always tilted to one side.
"This is an antique store, not a grocery store." The old man gloated and sat down, shaking his head and glaring at Garen. "You were afraid that you would be discovered at home, so you wandered around outside to sober up, right?"
"How do you know?" Garen sat on a red cloth stool, threw the fake on the side of the table, and began to gently rub his temples.
"You can tell by looking at you like this. I was planning to go back, but I didn't expect you to come just in time, so I'll just stay a little longer. The market is not very safe these days, so be careful not to go shopping too late."
"I know, I know, don't worry." Gallon swallowed, "Old man, do you have water here?"
"Go and empty the back room yourself, I won't bother with you." Old Man Geguo sat at the table and continued to write something.
Garen stood up and staggered to the only back room, fumbled for a glass of water and drank it. As soon as the cold water entered his stomach, he immediately felt better.
Returning to the main room, he pulled over a chair and sat down at the old man's table.
Taking advantage of the drunkenness, Garen asked what he wanted to ask the most.
"Old man, where is the book you showed me last time? Can you show me more of it?"
Old Man Geguo bit the feather behind his pen and looked like he didn't hear anything.
"I said old man, did you hear me?"
"I heard you! What's the fuss about?" Old Man Geguo waved his hand, "It's useless to read that book to you. Without that talent, you can read it no matter how many times, but the result will be the same."
"Who said that? I didn't read it carefully last time." Garon said nonsensically, "If you give it to me this time, I will definitely read it carefully!"
"You are good at picking things. Do you know how much that book is worth in the market? If I break it for you, you won't be able to afford it in your next life." The old man curled his lips.
"Is that called appreciation? I just appreciate it! I didn't ask you to give it to me." Garen was speechless. He now comes over every day to chat with the old man for a while. Either he wants to read the book again, or he wants the old man to take it out again.
Something similar.
"Besides, what skills do you need to read this book?"
"No talent means no talent."
"You don't understand." The old man looked at the table and nodded, seeming very satisfied with his handwriting. "Mr. Mercury's theft case has some clues."
"What eyebrows?"
"They are currently investigating a new case on the outskirts of the city. They found clues that the items stolen from my store should still be in the city. They are currently investigating. Maybe most of them will be recovered in a while."
The old man put away the paper and pen on the table and capped the ink bottle. He glanced at Galleon and said, "Also, don't worry about that book. I sent it to a friend a while ago, and it's not with me now."
"Then do you have anything similar? I'm interested in things like medals and that book."
"You said that kind of thing has trouble behind it?" the old man said in surprise.
"Trouble?" Garen was slightly stunned.
"The owners of the Bronze Cross have been prodigal for several generations, and everyone's wealth has been ruined. The book is similar. They are all masters who harmed people." The old man seemed a little sad and said with emotion.
"Is there anything troublesome behind you?"
Garen was thoughtful.
After coming out of the antique store, he sobered up a little and kept thinking about this issue.
"If only things with troubled stories can have potential..." He recalled the previous ring of doom, "then what is the potential that I absorbed from it?"
Unknowingly, he had already reached the relatively remote road home. There were sparse houses on both sides, and he could clearly see the black and green mountain wall and open forest behind the house.
"It's actually this road..."
He was suddenly startled, looked around, and suddenly discovered that it was the road where he accidentally killed someone for the first time.
The gray-white street was a little uneven, and a pool of dark red blood on the ground in front was still clearly visible. I wonder if it was left by his previous murder. There was no one around, only the headlights of a white car slowly turning.
Go forward and far away.
Garen hurriedly walked past the pool of blood. After so long, the traces there had dried completely, and some slender black hairs were still condensed inside.
The cold wind blew into his neck, and he suddenly felt a little chilly.
After walking a few steps forward, a man suddenly emerged from the entrance of an alley on the left side in front of him and ran towards him in a hurry.
This man was wearing a black windbreaker and a round-top hat, and the footsteps of his boots were crisp and quick.
Gallon turned slightly to make way for the opponent to pass.
Instead, the man staggered as if he was drunk and fell directly towards him.
"Be careful." Garen stretched out his hand to support him, and was suddenly startled. He vaguely saw a bit of silver light stabbing his lower abdomen, and then he felt a pain in his stomach, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito.
There was no sense of danger, no creepiness or fright. Garen was stunned for a moment, then his heart went cold, and he immediately reacted. He hugged the man with his arms and squeezed hard.
"Who sent you?"
Amidst a series of cracking sounds, the man leaned limply against Garen, unable to move at all. His arms and part of his ribs were crushed.
But the strange thing is that this guy still opened his arms and hugged him tightly without replying.
Garen supported him and was about to ask questions when he suddenly saw a figure at the entrance of the alley in the distance, raising his hand and pointing something at him.
Suddenly, a chill rushed from the soles of my feet to my forehead, and an unprecedented sense of panic suddenly emerged.
Garen had a numbing feeling as if the tip of the knife was hanging on the tip of his nose, so close.
Through the moonlight, he could roughly see clearly. The man's eyes were reddish, and what he was holding was a black pistol.
Bang!
A crisp sound.
At the same time as there was a flash of fire on the opposite side, Garen felt a small hot object hit his chest accurately, and the person he was supporting shuddered, and it was obvious that he had also been hit by a gunshot.
There was a burning sensation on my chest, as if the skin had been scratched.
"A gun actually came out!!" Garen didn't have time to think too much, he pushed the man away and jumped to the left, imitating the action in movies and TV shows. There were two bangs, just in time to avoid two bullets.
With his newly added agility attribute, his reaction and body speed are faster than his opponent's.
The bullet barely missed his calf, hitting two yellow sparks on the ground.
With his arms covering his face, Garen didn't feel much fear in his heart, but a mixture of excitement and surprise.
He could feel that after the bullet penetrated a human body, it had no lethality when it hit him again. It just broke and was lodged in the muscle. This allowed him to roughly estimate the damage the bullet would do to him, as long as it was not at close range.
If you hit the vital point, you won't die on the spot.
Having already died once, Garen had no fear of death at all. He felt that his heart was beating wildly, fast, heavy and powerful. All the strength of his body burst out in an instant.
After three shots, he protected his face with his hands and rushed towards the man.
The man also thought that the first shot was successful, and the next two shots were supplementary. The opponent should have lost his strength. He didn't expect that he still had such a strong explosive power.
The distance between the two was not far, only a dozen steps, and three shots missed. Garen rushed over fiercely, and the man suddenly panicked, and raised his hand to continue shooting.
Snap!
Gallon slapped his hand, and the pistol rolled far away, spinning and sliding to the middle of the road, more than twenty meters away.
Garen grabbed the man's neck with one hand, and punched the man's abdomen with the other hand. Suddenly, a black shadow flashed past, grazing his arm.
Garen only felt a pain in his right hand. Looking carefully, he saw that the other person was holding a black and blue dagger in his hand. The blue luster on it looked a bit weird under the moonlight.
He looked at the wound on his right hand and saw that the wound on the outside of his forearm had turned slightly blue.
"Toxic!!" A chill suddenly came out of my heart.
He didn't know what kind of weapon the opponent was holding, and it could actually scratch his skin easily. He didn't know what kind of poison was used on the dagger, but the itchy feeling on the wound was definitely not an ordinary poison.
Jia Long suddenly thought of his younger sister Ying'er who was still reviewing her lessons at home, and the old man Geguo who was always being rude in the antique shop, and how he had finally found a way to truly learn martial arts in his life.
He doesn't want to die. He has just traveled through time and he has just integrated into the life here. He doesn't want to die! It's not easy to live again!
"I want to die! You don't want to live either!" He roared violently, rushed forward, grabbed the man's hand holding the dagger, and swung it back.
With a sneer, the man was stabbed hard in the chest. He suddenly screamed and heard that the voice was actually a woman.