Hearing this, Chenlong breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately everyone looked at him. Xiaoyu, who looked like a mud monkey and was covered in black, opened her mouth habitually:
"Xiaoyu, how dangerous it is to break in suddenly. What if you faint from the smoke? What if you can't see the road and trip? What if the qi magic spell is out of control and it's dangerous... I've taken care of these.
Got it, Uncle Long, do you have anything else to add?"
"..." Opening his mouth, Chenlong sighed helplessly as he looked at Xiaoyu, who had a black body and even darker eyes.
Everything that needs to be said has been said first, what else can he do? He can only sigh, and the number of words can barely keep up the appearance.
There are not many things that can make Xiaoyu happy. Uncle Long's failure is the happiest thing among them.
After losing its source, the smoke cloud that shrouded the shop became much thinner within a short time. Although it did not completely dissipate, at least people other than Tru could walk into the shop. The electric fan, range hood... some operations
The remaining smoke is quickly evacuated.
But while Chen Long was busy, his father walked around the store heartbroken, touching this and that.
The wooden table from the Eastern Plateau, the medieval Duke's bedroom lamp...
Like Xiaoyu, they were all smoked into an unrecognizable appearance.
Gudong——
Sitting slumped on the chair, looking at the dark antiques with dull eyes, Dad felt a little out of breath when he thought about how many antiques were smoked, and his vision was occupied by dense "little mosquitoes"
.
"Daddy, daddy?"
Tru's anxious voice came, but Dad could no longer hear it.
.......
the next day,
The old man, who was wearing a hot towel, woke up from his drowsiness: "Chenlong, bring a cup of hot tea!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the closed door was pushed open from the outside, and Chen Long walked in from the door carrying a tray: "Okay, Dad!"
"I've already made hot water!"
"One more thing, Dad feels that his toes are so cold!"
Before he finished speaking, Chen Long skillfully covered his father with the quilt and covered his exposed toes. But he didn't expect that at this time, he hit him on the back of the head with a snap of his finger:
"Ouch! What are you doing, dad!"
"Dad asked you to bring your socks, not to cover you with the quilt!"
"oh!"
"One more thing, the store..." As soon as he mentioned this, Dad recalled the scene he saw after entering the store yesterday, and he suddenly showed signs of fainting again.
He was not afraid of being broken off and wandering overseas.
As a thin Oriental in San Francisco, he was not afraid of all kinds of rejection.
Even now, with the Holy Lord out of the cage and the dark side gradually gaining the upper hand, there are worries, but in the end, that's all.
However, my father, who loves magic as well as money, really can't accept the fact that these antiques in the store have been destroyed.
"Dad, don't worry!" Looking at his dad who was swaying and about to fall down again, Chenlong hurriedly said: "It's okay, everything is okay!"
"After you passed out, dad, we cleaned up the shop. Don't worry, there is no problem with the antiques in the shop. They are all still in good condition! The only thing with a problem is your magic books. The covers are blackened, but
There's nothing inside. There are still those weird materials..."
"Is it really okay?"
At this moment, Chen Long hurriedly patted his chest: "Really!"
"Then daddy wants to go take a look!"
After a while of fussing, he dressed neatly, and with the help of Chen Long, my father walked out of the room and went to the stairs on the second floor.
Looking around,
Compared with yesterday's "very dark and clean", today's antique shop is undoubtedly very clean, even a little too clean. Even if the windows are bright, it is even to the point where the light can be seen, especially if it is placed in the shop.
The antiques everywhere are also spotless.
Dad thought for a moment: "It was very clean. Did you work hard?"
"No hard work, no hard work!"
The reading glasses reflected the dazzling light. When Chen Long turned his head, his father stretched out his hand and flicked his fingers: "Without hard work, can you find the qi magic spell for cleaning that I forgot which book it was written in?"
After that, he said with a smile: "Take Dad to the study! Dad wants to see what happened to make the Qi Curse lose control!"
No matter as a parent or a mage, Dad is not that old-fashioned. Since the Qi magic spell can achieve the goal more easily than human power, why not do it? As for those antiques that have been cleaned, there will be losses.
Some values are difficult to sell at a high price when sold. But now, just sitting still, his and Chen Long's pile of titles can bring more than 100,000 meters of gold subsidies. Not to mention every time they go on a mission.
Receipt of goods.
Just for solving the trouble in Kansas City this time, I received half a year's worth of subsidies.
If there is no shortage of money, then it is not that important whether the antiques can be sold or whether they can be sold at a high price. Of course, what is more important is that Dad saw many specious antiques in the shop. Some of them were obviously broken and repaired but unexpectedly changed.
It has to be complete, but some of the complete ones have more traces of bumps.
There are no traces of magic, it has simply been replaced.
At least, hundreds of similar but brand new antiques.
I know their origin, but Dad won't ask.
If he didn't say it, then these antiques would always be in his shop. They were cleaned up and rearranged by Chenlong and the others. But once he asked and knew the answer, there was nothing he could do.
Keep it in mind.
If it is brought up in the future, it will be controlled by others.
It's better to act like you don't know anything now.
...
Go downstairs and walk into the study.
As expected, in addition to Xiaoyu and Tru working separately, there was also Sheriff Blake, who was wearing a familiar black trench coat and a big bald head that looked like it was waxed.
"Dad, are you awake? How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"
Looking at Blake who had finished three consecutive times before her, Xiaoyu curled her lips and secretly said, 'The word-stealing monster!'
"Um!"
He said yes in response, but there was no follow-up. Dad turned around and walked to the corner, came to the table and looked at the qi magic spell that Xiaoyu had rearranged.
In the pot used as a carrier, the rich black pressured the white color representing righteousness below the water surface. Black smoke continued to fill the air, but it was quickly sucked away and stored by the bottle hanging above with the qi charm attached to it.
"Just as dad thought, the black energy increased after we left, breaking through the shackles of righteousness."
"There are many reasons that can cause the rise of black energy. The black energy monster that was not caught, the return of the Holy Lord, or other demons came to fill the vacancy of the Holy Lord... Dad must find it
Only by finding the specific reasons for the sudden rise in black gas can we find corresponding solutions."
"One more thing, Tru Xiaoyu, come and help daddy! Can you bear to watch an old man busy here while you watch from the sidelines?"