After an hour of unpacking time.

Although I really want to complain, why there are so many ancient relics in my home, and what is the origin of this old man.

But let's ignore these issues for the time being, and be grateful first.

Bai Yu picked out seven relics in more than thirty packages.

Of the seven relics, three are housed with Heroic Spirit projections, and the other four are ceremonial costumes.

He picked up one of the relics, a fan in the shape of a butterfly in a very strange shape.

The scene suddenly switched, and the memories preserved in the relics flooded in like a tide, presenting an illusory projection in front of Bai Yu's eyes.

What he saw was a theater, and on the theater there was a woman dancing indulgently, dancing and swaying, and her every move was looking forward to flying, but the difference was that the whole theater was burning with flames, and she was dancing in the flames, and she was dancing in the fire, stepping on the tongues of fire with every jump.

【Ancient Relic: Butterfly Fan】

[One-Star Dress: Burning Body]

[Durability: 51%]

[Dress data has been recorded in the Prayer Fountain]

Bai Yu opened the butterfly fan, and this time it didn't fall off his hand, because this was not a heroic spirit, but a ceremonial dress.

Not all ancient relics are ceremonial clothes, and not all ancient relics can house the will of the Heroic Spirit.

The costume itself is lodged with mystical powers, and can be used directly as a weapon or item, but each time it is used, its durability decreases.

And if you want to use the dress, you must also be extraordinary, and ordinary people have no qualifications to use the dress at all.

Bai Yu put down the butterfly fan and checked the record in the prayer pool.

[Immortal Pact has been recorded, currently 9 times]

"Here it is, for the last time."

The probability of success of the Immortal Contract is very low, and the game Chronicles of the Immortal has no guarantee!

Whether you can smoke it or not, it all depends on the face.

However, Bai Yu is very calm, he has the superpower of the law of guarantee, and the tenth draw will definitely be able to stabilize the heroic spirit.

In order to confirm whether his superpowers had traveled with him, he conducted an experiment, and the answer was that it was no problem at all, and he found a hundred yuan in the corner of the cabinet.

The next step is to choose between three relics that house the projection of the Heroic Spirit.

In fact, there is nothing to choose from, the three Heroic Spirit projections are all one-star, and the state of two of them is an afterimage.

The Heroic Spirit in the Afterimage state means that its host will is broken, and even if it is successfully summoned, it may end up with a flawed and incomplete projection of the Heroic Spirit.

The one-star Heroic Spirit is originally the lowest rarity of the Heroic Spirit, and if this is still broken, the combat effectiveness is almost not considered.

Bai Yu looked at an orange-yellow metal bullet casing.

The consciousness lodged in this bullet casing is clearer.

He reached out and grabbed the metal bullet casing, closing his eyes.

【Confirmation of Relics】

At the moment of touching, Bai Yu's thoughts were pulled into the memories that remained in the metal bullet casing.

It was an old man with gray hair, he was standing in front of a flower shop, watering the flowers ordinarily, an ordinary old man who looked unremarkable, and he was already at the age of gasping for breath after walking a few steps quickly.

However, it is such an old man sitting in the sun with his eyes half closed, but he gives a sense of déjà vu of an old lion basking in the sun, his back is rickety, but his eyes are sharp, and there is no aging and chaos.

As if sensing something, he smiled back and met Bai Yu's gaze.

Bai Yu came back to his senses.

[Relic: Metal Bullet Case]

[One-Star Heroic Spirit: Ren Xia]

[Status: Hologram]

【Heroic Soul Contract Drafted】

[Is there a formal contract?] 】

A line of fiery red words appeared directly in front of his sight, and the flame-like words released light, shocking his eyeballs.

For the tenth Immortal Drawing, the conditions have been met.

【Confirmation of Contract】

【The Immortal Contract has taken effect】

[Do you start the weaving of the end of the fate of 'Ren Xia'? ] 】

[If you refuse to weave the end of its fate, you will not be able to obtain the full panel of this Heroic Spirit]

"Weaving, the end of fate?"

He thought about it and recalled that Lao Yang had said that it seemed that it would take a personal plot to extract the Heroic Spirit in this game.

It is equivalent to introducing the background of the Heroic Spirit and the gameplay of the novice guide the plot.

Let's get started.

Bai Yu clicked to confirm the weaving.

There was a violent vibration of notes in my ears, oh ↑ oh ↑ oh ↑ oh ↓!

It is the opening overture to the symphony of fate.

The words of the flame burned to ashes.

【Begin the weaving of destiny】

……

On a rainy day, the rain is sparse.

The old man sat at the door of his house, listening to the rain falling on the old roof and the flowing water falling in the yard.

He gazed gently at the girl in front of him, who was gobbling up rice.

"Eat slowly, not in a hurry." The old man poured a glass of water, blew a few sips, and handed it over.

"Thanks, thank you......" She swallowed the rice, sniffed hard, hesitated for a moment, took the glass and drank it in one gulp: "I'll leave after eating, and I won't cause you more trouble......"

The girl lowered her head: "The grace of a meal, if there is a chance to ...... in the future"

She was about to say that she would reciprocate, but when this sentence came to her lips, she paused again, she didn't know how long she could live, let alone repay the favor, even eating and dressing up was a problem.

The old man smiled kindly: "You can rest here tonight, there are few people here and it is quiet, no one can find you." ”

The girl opened her mouth, she lowered her head again and picked up the rice, and the bean-sized tears fell into the rice bowl, and she ate the bitter rice one by one.

Neither of them spoke, the girl did not speak, and the old man did not ask questions, he just continued to fiddle with the potted plants he raised.

Then, suddenly, there was an unusually rude knock on the door, a knock knock.

The girl's frightened shoulders shook, her face turned pale, and her job was overturned.

The old man signaled that it was okay, and he stood up: "Don't be afraid, I'll deal with these people." ”

He bent his back and walked to the door, opened the door, and the girl poked her head out slightly, and saw the group of extremists wearing colorful green shirts and black suits outside the door.

I don't know what the old man said to the other party, this group of extremists didn't shout much, and they left quickly.

"It's okay." The old man returned to the room and reassured the girl, "They won't be coming again anytime soon." ”

"How are you ......?"

"They are just asking for money, and I gave them my savings." The old man said in a calm tone.

"What!" The girl was shocked and extremely guilty: "How can you ...... like this"

"Don't worry, it's just some money." The old man smiled open-mindedly: "I don't have anything to use money, and I still have the pension given by the Fuso official." ”

The girl lowered her head and bit her trembling lower lip.

She couldn't understand why the old man was so selfless in helping herself.

But she couldn't refuse, so she could only accept this help.

She really has no choice, she has been desperate to collect debts by the extreme, and these debts are not owed by herself at all!

Her father owed a high gambling debt, and all his belongings were dragged to repay the money, which was still a drop in the bucket, and he could die irresponsibly, and the debt directly made the family who stayed behind to be cornered by the extremists.

She spends all her 24 hours a day working to earn money, and has almost no time to study, and even if she is admitted to school, she can't afford to pay the tuition.

The huge debts, the busy work, and the pressure of studying, everything made her almost breathless.

Debt collectors come every day, so she can hardly find a job normally, she can only keep changing places to find odd jobs, she can't find a place to live for a long time, and the landlord will be busy driving her away when he sees Jidao.

Penniless, unable to find a job, and having her belongings smashed, she was almost cornered.

There was no one to help her, no one to talk to, and her former friends all chose to stay away.

Even crying and shouting don't work, because big cities don't believe in tears.

Walking alone on the streets in the middle of a rainy day, she thought of committing suicide by jumping into the sea.

If it weren't for the old man in the flower shop where she used to work, she might have died.

By now, a meal and a bed to sleep on have made her grateful.

Not to mention that the old man also took out all his savings to block the extremists outside the door, which was simply beyond retribution.

But once again she felt fear, and she feared that her presence would bring misfortune to this kind old man.

The girl soon fell asleep, and even when she was asleep, she still folded her arms, showing that even in her dreams, she was still closely followed by the group of men in black, like a nightmare that could not be dispelled.

The old man helped to cover the quilt as he pulled out something the size of a fingernail from her clothes...... Transmitter.

The old man shook his head silently, this girl thought that she had escaped, but it turned out to be in the hands of the other party.

He thumped his old waist, slowly stood up, walked to the edge of the potted plant, lifted his beloved potted plant, and pulled out an automatic pistol from the lattice below, the handle of which was engraved with the pattern of a falcon.

Takajiro Kiryu.

This is the name of the old man, and a dragon and an eagle are gathered in one name, which is quite domineering.

Later, he didn't like the name quite much, so he changed it later, and changed his name to Jiro.

Old man Jiro stood up and walked out the door, thinking to himself that the passbook just now should have almost been detected, and there were not many cents in it.

He lied, how could a widowed and lonely old man have so many savings, he didn't have any pension at all, and all his belongings were just an old flower shop.

I said this just to give the girl peace of mind.

He put some calming drugs in the water, so that she could sleep well, and when she woke up, she would not think about suicide.

And the more she sleeps, the better, to cover up some of the movement outside.

He opened the door, held his umbrella, and walked out onto the avenue.

Not surprisingly, the sound of vehicles was soon heard, the headlights were bright and piercing the night, and more than a dozen extreme elements pushed the car door in anger and rushed over.

"Old thing, I think you're tired of it!"

The bald head of the leader roared hatefully: "Look for death, dare to play with us!" ”

"I have a question."

The old man held an umbrella, and his tone trembled with the uniqueness of old age: "Why do you want to force that child to death?" Didn't I pay off the principal and interest in the debt a long time ago? ”

"The little fee you gave in the past is not enough to even repay the interest!"

"Hum ......"

"Okay, old thing, you're tired of living anyway, and it doesn't matter if I'm honest with you." The Jidao cadre sneered: "If you owe us the money of the Baichuan Group, it means that you can't pay it off for a lifetime, the numbers in the IOU, the terms in the contract, you can change it as you want!" ”

"So...... Did you do it on purpose? ”

"Of course it's intentional, otherwise could it be careless?" The Jidao cadres laughed, and the younger brother behind him also laughed maliciously: "If we owe debts, we are destined to be cattle and horses for a lifetime, and we have to squeeze out the value when we die, even if we commit suicide by jumping off the building, we have to transport the corpse, and sell the organs that can be sold!" It's called making money, you know, old thing! It's a pity that you are too old and of little value, otherwise you would have to scatter your ashes in the rice fields......"

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.

Bang——!

The sound was like thunder, streaking through the night when the rain fell wildly.

Red and white splashed out and landed on the faces and clothes of people a few steps behind.

The body of the Extreme Dao cadre fell to the ground, and there was an extra hole in his forehead.

In the pouring rain, the old man's back, which had been stiff for more than ten years, slowly straightened.

At this time, everyone noticed that the old man who was always bent over was actually a tall man who was close to two meters tall, and he didn't know how burly and amazing he was when he was young.

"I've got it thoroughly."

The old man raised the muzzle of the gun with green smoke and aimed it at the group of extremists: "You, all of you, deserve to die!" ”