Bang bang bang!

Garon slammed the door of the antique shop.

"Open the door, old man!"

In the early morning, the street was deserted, only a few blue-clad workers on the morning shift passed by the street, and when they saw Garon's somewhat exaggerated hammer door action, they only glanced at it curiously.

"Old man, haven't you gotten up yet?" cried Garon, a little impatiently.

He went to bed early last night, left a few complicated questions to come over and ask them early in the morning, and then went to the Wushu Association to evaluate the rank. It's just knocked for a long time, but no one opened the door.

Garon frowned. "Did you go out?" he thought for a moment, looked left and right around and saw no one around, simply stood on tiptoe, reached out and touched the window bar above the crack in the door, and actually took out a blue key.

"Sure enough, it's still here. Garon smiled and inserted the key into the keyhole, and opened the door with a click.

Squeak

The door slowly opened in, and there was silence inside. The floor was all replaced with a black carpet, and the walls were neatly hung with paintings and curiosities. It looks colorful, with the most gold and silver colors, and most of the walls are hung.

Garon closed the door with his backhand, walked over to the wall and touched all the new things one by one, and soon, shaking his head in disappointment, finding nothing of potential, turned and walked towards the inner room of the antique shop.

When I lifted the black curtain, it was so dark that I couldn't see anything clearly. Garon carefully lit the oil lamp on the wall on the right.

"Old man, can't he be sick?" he frowned as he looked at the bed in the inner room, which was neatly furnished, and the quilt was folded into a square, showing no signs of sleeping.

Garon walked over to the bed and reached under the covers, which was cold and not a little warm.

"No one slept last night, could it be that they went out last night?" he vaguely felt that something was wrong. Turning back to the middle of the shop, he sat down in the same place where the old man often sits.

Garon suddenly saw a white amphora with a thin neck on the table, and there was still a little dark red on the bottle, a solidified dark red.

His eyes narrowed, and he gently picked up the bottle, dipping his fingers on the dark red and putting it under his nose to smell it.

"Bloody gas" He slowly stood up, his expression completely lowered, "I hope it's not the old man's blood"

Garon began to slowly inspect the shop, but within a few minutes, he found a few drops of dried blood again on the black carpet in front of the table in the middle of the shop.

Squatting beside these few drops of blood, Garon looked left and right, and no other blood stains appeared.

"Huh?" he snapped, and his gaze fell on the shadow to the left of the table, where a white rectangular envelope lay quietly on the carpet.

He walked over and picked up the envelope.

The envelope reads: Little Bastard Kai.

The black handwriting looks a little sloppy, but there is a sense of casualness.

"It's the old man's handwriting. Garon frowned and tore open the envelope, gently shaking out the letter from the inside, and unfolding it with a thud.

The letter paper was covered with sparse handwriting.

Don't come to me, don't try to contact me, I'm doing well. An old friend invited me over to eat and drink spicy food, and I heard that there are beautiful women to accompany the wine to warm the bed, haha, don't envy me too much. I guess I won't come back in the future, this small shop was originally open to play, so I'll throw it all to you, how to deal with it.

Oh yes. The appraisal knowledge I taught you is also a rare experience, ordinary appraisers don't have this opportunity, you have to study hard yourself, don't let the old man I look at the wrong person. ’

Garon finished reading the letter, and the gloom on his face did not change in the slightest, but deepened.

"Is this old man playing tricks on me?" he walked over to the table with the letter paper, took a match from the drawer and lit the kerosene lamp on the table. Then hang the letter over the flame and slowly move it to smoke.

Slowly, new lines of black letters gradually appeared on the back of the white letterhead. It wasn't until all the black letters were revealed that Garon took the letter back and opened it to look at it again.

'Garon, if you have the heart, you should be able to see the true contents of this letter, perhaps I have left by this time.

To be honest, you really resemble, a lot like when I was younger. Your personality is almost identical to mine, even though your talents are very different. Well, without further ado, keep that necklace I gave you well, don't lose it, maybe it will help you a lot at some point.

Also, if I say that 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 something you can deal with, or rather, not a normal person. Don't call the police, don't go to other people for help, it's useless, it will only hurt others. No one will be their opponent except those themselves.

It's a pity that if you don't have that talent'

The content of the letter came to an abrupt end, as if it had not been finished.

Garon held the letter, his breathing faintly heavy. He had actually sensed that something was likely to happen to the old man.

"Those people, old man, who the hell are you talking about?"

His mind was mixed up for a while, and he stood in place with a letter envelope,

Click!

Suddenly, there was a small sound in the inner room of the shop.

"What people!"

Garon picked up the letter and rushed in.

A figure happened to walk out the back door of the inner room, and when he heard the shout, the man looked back at Garon, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Your Excellency is right, that little guy is here again!" the thin man suddenly shouted.

"It seems that we really didn't come in vain. Outside the door there was another voice. "Kill him and leave. ”

"Got it, I'll fix it. The thin man at the door laughed twice and turned to walk towards Garon.

"Boy, you're unlucky to meet me. He held out his index finger and pointed it lightly at Gareon.

Rumble!

An invisible liliang slammed down on Garon's body, like a ball of transparent glue, directly fixing him in place.

"What is this?!" Garon's face changed, and he wanted to raise his hand, but he felt that his arm couldn't move at all, as if there were hard walls on the front and back, left and right, and the whole person seemed to be embedded in the middle of the concrete wall.

"This is what the old man is talking about? This is what those people call liliang?!" Garon wanted to move his whole body, but to no avail.

He stared at the man opposite, and noticed that there was a faint black tattoo on the back of the man's right hand, like a complex tattoo in the shape of a pentagram.

"Jemsiva, stop playing, call it a day and go back. The man's voice was heard again outside the door.

"Oh, got it, got it. The thin man replied impatiently. Stretch out your index finger again and slowly look at Garon.

Click!!

The sound of shattering glass.

The impatience on the man's face froze instantly, and he slowly lowered his head to see a white arm firmly inserted into his chest.

The young man who had been immobilized just now was now standing in front of him, his face calm and cold.

Boom!

The man was instantly knocked backwards, smashed through the door panel and fell to the ground, hissing out of the distance, and directly lost his breath.

Garon slowly walked out the back door, and in front of him was a small courtyard behind the shop.

There were three black-clothed people standing sparsely in the courtyard, and the three of them were staring blankly at the thin man flying to the ground at this time, as if they didn't react to what was going on at all.

"It's Old Man Gego!!It's him!'s back!!" A man in black on the left suddenly shouted with a trembling voice.

"Shut up, the old immortal is dead!, killed by the adult's own hands!" the man in black roared. "Kill him, and we'll get out of here!"

"I just want a peaceful life, weishenme, do you have to force me?"

Garon's face was indifferent, and he looked at the few people in front of him lightly. His body slowly swelled, his muscles bulged high, and his upper body tripled, like a mythical horror demon king.

"It's ridiculous to say that I don't have the talent for this?"

Rumble!!

With a loud bang, he lunged forward, and the ground shook violently, like thunder, and exploded a small crater.

His whole person was like a Tyrannosaurus rex hunting, and he pounced on the three people in the yard with a strong and terrifying sense of oppression.

"Disperse!!"

The three of them only had time to shout, but they only heard two crisp pops, and their heads were grabbed by Garon's hands respectively, and with a slight pinch, countless red and white slurry were directly exploded with two bangs. Splashed most of the yard on the ground.

Zuihou jumped to his feet, and in the middle of the roll, he drew two daggers and stabbed Garon diagonally in the neck.

Boom!!

As if swatting a fly, Garon slapped the man hard, smashing him with a dagger into the air, flying far away and hitting the courtyard wall. Like a humanoid mural, it has not slipped down for a long time when it was pasted on it.

Garon snorted two snorts, strode over, grabbed the man's hair with one hand, lifted it up and hung it in front of him. Bang!

A punch slammed into the man's abdomen, and another mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing Gareon's body.

"It's really beaten, without that transparent liliang film, you are just as weak as ordinary people. ”

"Hey, hey, hey" This person was grabbed by the hair, bleeding from seven holes, and he could still laugh out loud. "You're done, do you still have a sister and parents?The white horse has passed, hehe, if it weren't for the adult's order, I should have enjoyed that cute little girl, but the white horse is more ruthless than me, he will fuck your sister to death!!hahahaha!!! "Click!

Garon's eyes were cold, and he twisted the man's neck.

"If you don't want to be killed, do you want to drag your companion into the water?

As soon as he stepped on his feet, a small crater burst out of the ground again, and Garon rushed out of the back door of the courtyard in a few steps, almost three or four meters in one step, and disappeared into the morning mist in a few clicks.

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