"Hey, old man, what do you want her to do?"

In a dimly lit and dilapidated hut, a young man in a cloth coat with some scruffy patches leaned against a beam, surrounded by a messy black cloth that obscured part of his appearance and made it impossible to see what he really looked like.

But he could really see from above, a rickety old man, sitting at a square table, drawing with a pen, shining on a yellowed piece of paper.

It's amazing!

Without dipping in ink, he can draw with a pen, and the paper can be reflected vividly, like a real object, and the brilliance of the flash, even the white wax burning on the table, is not as bright as the light of this painting.

Fortunately, this was not the first time he had seen the warlock's miracle, and thanks to his careful stay on the beam, if he got closer, there might be danger.

And as a thief, or a thief who is not very old, his face must not be seen by this kind of warlock, and the ghost knows if he will have any tricks to kill people in the air.

What if he draws his face and pierces a villain to death?!

He didn't want to die again.

It's just that he was cautious, but when he heard the old man's answer, he almost didn't fall down directly.

The old man didn't care about the disrespect in his tone at all, a yellow-haired boy, this measure is still there, and besides, he still needs to steal things.

Immediately, the tip of the pen paused, slowly spoke, and said in a low voice that was hoarse: "This is the empress's falling red!"

I'll go, old man, tease me!

I've only been through for less than a year, and I want to live two more years!

"Old man, although I am very skilled, I ...... "But I still want to live two more years, and I want to go back!"

When he was thinking about how to have an excuse to refuse this matter, the old man slowly said again: "After the matter is completed, I will give you a spirit pill!"

Elixir?!

As if knowing his doubts, the old man continued: "The so-called elixir is the elixir that can give you the opportunity to become a warlock, although I don't know why you are so skilled in stealing skills, but I can see that you are not a person of my kind, I am afraid that you have any treasures, but don't worry, I am at this age, and I am already a half-step ghost gate, but this does not mean that others will not covet your treasures, and you will inevitably not be discovered by other powerful characters, and with this elixir, become a warlock, I believe you should be able to understand the stakes!"

It was rare for the old man to be able to say so much, and after speaking, he coughed uncontrollably, and the whole person felt a lot older.

The young man on the beam of the house was still thinking about whether he should agree or not.

I know it's dangerous, but I still can't suppress my yearning.

After all, the matter of traveling back is very mysterious, and he comes into contact with the warlock again, and the door of a new world is opening to him, and he has a vague feeling that this is very important, and it is the key to his crossing back.

"If you agree, steal the thing on this painting within three days, wrap it up and send it, and if you miss these three days, it will be useless, okay, you go!"

Immediately, in the voice of the old man who was getting weaker and weaker, a strange gust of wind blew, blowing up the black cloth hanging from the house and drifting around.

The young man on the beam of the room couldn't help but shudder, and when he looked down at the small square table, only the candlelight of the white ash was flickering in the wind, and it couldn't be extinguished, but the old man had disappeared, and he couldn't find a trace of it.

It's weird!

Thinking with a chill on his back like this, the young man walked out of this house with his hands and feet, and as he walked, he felt more and more cold hands and feet, and hurriedly sped up his speed, and returned to a ruined temple outside the city, where he now lives.

"Huh, are you back, do you see that old man?!" This is an old beggar, his body is quite strong, and he is dressed in patched and tattered clothes, but there is a faint light in his eyes, and when he sees the young man coming back, he stepped forward and asked.

This ruined temple is the shelter of a group of beggars, and he has been alive for almost a year after crossing over, thanks to their take-in, especially the old beggar in front of him is very good to him.

"See, Grandpa Yuan, that old man is very strange! He actually told me to steal the empress's thing!!" The young man had nothing to hide in front of the old beggar, and looked very anxious.

"What is that thing, little stone, what are you blushing about!" Grandpa Yuan stared at his face and said jokingly.

"That's it, that's it...... Alas, this is really unspeakable, let's talk about something else!" The young man turned his head, intending to change the subject, but he really didn't want to talk about it anymore, even if he was a human being in two lives and crossed over, but after all, he was a bachelor in his two lives, and this topic was still inevitably embarrassing.

Besides, how could anyone ask someone to steal this thing, and the old man is afraid that he will not have a brain disease?!

But the supernatural power......

It's fascinating!

When the young man tilted his head, the old beggar's eyes flashed, and he smiled and asked very well: "Okay, don't talk about this, it's up to you whether you want to go or not, you can think about it yourself, wait for Song Boy and they will come back, eat together, and make your favorite stewed potatoes today!"

The old beggar turned around and walked back after laughing, while the young man blurted out directly: "What are you waiting for him, let's eat directly, we haven't come back at this time, Song Zong must have taken someone to see the little maid of the rich family!"

As he spoke, the boy turned around and went straight back to eat.

But at this time, the voice of the same young man came immediately, and he drank with a little anger: "Baishiqiao, you don't fart there, where am I going to see the little maid, I want to see the young lady of the official family!"

Yes, this thing doesn't even look down on the little maid of the rich family, and she also looks down on the young lady of the official family, who is obviously a little beggar like herself, and always thinks about toads eating swan meat.

Shiraishihashi couldn't help but shake his head, too lazy to deal with the angry guy.

If he hadn't crossed this body before, he would have gone up and scuffled with the other party a long time ago, and now he didn't bother to play this kid's game of fighting with Song Zong.

Ignoring the other party's clamour, Bai Shiqiao turned around and walked directly towards the broken temple, all he was thinking about was the strange old man, and as he walked, he secretly reached out and touched the object hanging from his neck, it was hidden in the innermost part of the skin, and the reason why he was able to steal many times was thanks to this thing.

But the Warlock was indeed the second time he had seen it, and the first time was when he had crossed over.

"Baishiqiao, you stop for me!" The angry Song Zong, with five or six little beggars who were also dressed in patch cloth behind him, pointed at the Baishi Bridge angrily and rushed into the ruined temple.

He is stronger than all the little beggars here, not burly, but he is not frail either, and almost all the little beggars here are headed by him, except for the White Stone Bridge.