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 Gallon'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 actually took it out in one go.
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 inside, and it was quiet inside. The floor was all replaced with black carpets, and some oil paintings and rare objects were hung neatly on the walls. They looked colorful, with gold and silver being the most common, covering most of the walls.
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.
He opened the black door curtain and couldn't see anything clearly inside. 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.
Gallon 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. Could it be that they went out last night?" He felt something was wrong. He turned back to the center of the shop and sat down where the old man usually sat.
Gallon 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, but 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 next to 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'm traveling, kid! Don't come to me, don't even think about contacting me. I'm living a good life. An old friend invited me over to have a nice drink. I heard that there are beautiful women accompanying me to drink and warm the bed. Hahaha, don't be too nervous.
You envy me. I probably won’t come back again. This small shop is open for fun, so I’ll leave it all to you. It’s up to you to decide how to deal with it.
Oh, by the way. The appraisal knowledge I taught you is a rare experience. Ordinary appraisers don’t have this opportunity. You have to study hard on your own and don’t let me, old man, get the wrong person.’
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 took the letter and walked to the table, found a match from the drawer and lit the kerosene lamp on the table. Then he hung the letter above the flame and slowly moved it to smoke.
Slowly, new lines of black characters gradually appeared on the back of the white letter paper. Until all the black words were revealed, Garen took the letter paper back and unfolded it to read again.
'Gallon, 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 very different, your personality is almost exactly the same as mine. Well, no more details, the necklace I gave you
Keep it well and don't lose it, it may help you a lot at some point.
Also, if...I mean if, you find something wrong in the store, you must leave immediately! If someone finds you, don't mention my name, let alone know me! Remember! Those people are not yours.
Those who are confrontational, or in other words, cannot be dealt with by ordinary people. 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 it weren't for you not having that talent...'
The content of the letter stopped abruptly, as if it was not finished.
Garen held the letter and his breathing became a little 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 coming from the inner room of the shop.
"Who!"
Garen picked up the letter and rushed in with a few steps.
A figure happened to walk out of the back door of the inner room. Hearing the shout, the man turned back and looked 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, it's unlucky for you to meet me." He stretched out his index finger and pointed it slightly 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 he 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 at all.
He stared closely 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 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 being 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 backwards, 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 already dead! He will be killed by your own hands!" The leading man in black roared. "Kill him and we will leave here immediately!"
"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 expanded, his muscles bulged, and his upper body doubled in size, just 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 jumped forward suddenly. The ground shook violently, like thunder, and a small crater exploded.
His whole body was like a hunting Tyrannosaurus rex, rushing towards 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, 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. The liquid splashed out.
The ground covers 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, knocking him and the dagger away. He flew far away and hit the courtyard wall. It was like a human-shaped mural, and it stayed on for a long time without slipping off.
Galen blew out two blasts of breath from his nose, strode over with bang bang, grabbed the man's hair with one hand, lifted it up and hung it in front of him. Bang!
He punched the man in the abdomen, and another mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing all over Garen.
"You are really beaten... Without that transparent layer of strength, you are just as weak as ordinary people."
"Hey...hehe..." This man was pulled by his hair and bleeding from all seven holes, but he could still laugh out loud. "You...you are finished...do you...have a sister?"
.. And parents? Hakuba... has passed, 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 until she dies! Fuck her until she dies!! Hahahaha!!!” 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 into the morning mist in a few steps.