Pennington Street in the afternoon

The sky was covered with white clouds, and there was not a single ray of sunlight shining down, and it was faintly gloomy.

In the dolphin antique shop, the old man Geguo sat lazily behind the table in front of the bookshelf, tilting his head half-asleep, as if he was dozing off.

Suddenly, there was a familiar sound of footsteps outside the door.

"Garon?" asked the old man when he opened one eye. "What time is it, I thought you weren't coming. He pointed to a white amphora on the side of the table, "This is your task this afternoon, take it and take a closer look." Just give me the content of the appraisal when you're done. ”

Garon walked in a red sweatshirt and shook his head speechlessly when he looked at the old man's lazy appearance. He didn't speak, just walked over silently, holding the amphora on the table.

Suddenly, with a flick of his finger, he shot out a black line.

Laugh at!

The black line arced like a flying insect, stabbing at the center of the old man's eyebrows like lightning.

Not!

The old man didn't have time to avoid it at all, but he just tilted his head slightly, but he didn't expect the black line to go down and pierce his left shoulder, and suddenly stopped. It was a thin black needle.

"Garon, what are you doing?!" the old man got up from his chair, took two steps back, and pulled out a thin needle with a snort, his face a look of horror and anger.

Garon looked stunned, suddenly looked painful, staggered back two steps, spurted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and his face turned pale.

"How are you!?" The old man was stunned, and quickly rushed around the table to support Garon, not at all like an old man who was old and frail.

"My head hurts!!," Garon whispered in pain with a face full of pain.

"Damn! It must be those guys! How dare they scoff!"

Gego's voice stopped abruptly, and he stood beside Garon with a slight tremble, and he lowered his head to look at the black short sword that pierced into his abdomen.

"You!"

Garon sneered, sneered, pulled out his short sword, spun it in his hand and stepped back, just standing still and not continuing to attack.

"If I hadn't pretended to be that kid, I guess I wouldn't have been able to fool you. ”

He pinched the left side of his cheek and gently tore off a layer of human skin mask, revealing a handsome and cold man's face underneath.

"It's been a long time since I saw Geguo"

"It's you Senflan!"

Old man Geguo took two steps back, covering his lower abdomen with his hand, and a complicated look appeared on his face.

"Tell me where the things are?" said Fairy Fran coldly.

"Thing?hehe" a smile appeared on the old man's face, "You haven't given up yet?"

Centran smiled. "I know you're strong, but you can't escape anymore if you get hit by my Yin Tuo needle. Come on, give me something" He walked slowly towards Geguo.

Old man Geguo suddenly chuckled.

"You've forgotten that no matter how many times, you're no match for me. ”

"Then give it a try. Fairy Fran sneered.

call

Garon took a shower, threw his wet hair on his single bed, took a deep breath, and the quilt was the most familiar smell to himself.

"I'm tired," he muttered under his breath. "In the afternoon, I went to the martial arts hall, and was grabbed by the master for a while, and when I came back from the lesson, I was pulled by my parents to complain about education. Fortunately, Ying'er came back in time to relieve the siege, otherwise it would have been even worse."

The bedroom lights were quietly orange and yellow, dyeing Garon's white pajamas pale yellow. Outside the window, the sky was getting darker, and it was almost night.

Parents and Ying'er had just gone out to hang out together, as if they had to digest after eating, and Garon was too tired to stay at home to rest.

He lay on the bed, turned out a small black jade plate, and carefully rubbed the rough surface on it.

Click.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

"Brother, what are you doing with the door locked alone? Ying'er walked in with a glass of boiled water.

Garon hurriedly put away the black jade plate.

"Can you knock on the door when you come in?" he rolled over and sat up.

"Why are you knocking on the door, knocking on the door can catch you doing bad things?" Ying'er looked like she had just finished taking a shower, and her skin was pink and pink. Wearing white short-sleeved shorts, revealing a pair of slender and fair thighs. Standing in the doorway, his legs just parallel to Garon's line of sight.

"Didn't you go out for a walk with your parents, why did you come back?" Garon unconsciously avoided his gaze that fell on his sister's lap.

"I didn't go out at all, I just pretended to say this, I wanted to deceive you, but I didn't expect that there was a problem!" Ying'er sneered a few times, "If you don't want your parents to know your bad things, you must promise me a condition!"

"Conditions, what am I afraid of?" Garon pretended to be hard-mouthed, he had nothing to hide, and now he just wanted to tease his sister. "What conditions do you mean?"

Ying'er walked over and stood in front of Garon, condescendingly with one hand on her waist.

"The conditions are actually very simple!" she snorted and sneered, "that is"

Bang!!

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound, followed by a violent tremor.

The entire building began to shake violently, and a thin, low humming sound reached Garon's ears from far and near, and he felt faintly numb.

Ying'er didn't stand firmly, and threw herself into Garon's arms, and sat directly on Garon's right leg with her legs apart.

The two trembled at the same time, Garon hurriedly supported his sister, Ying'er didn't say a word, her ears were red and she turned around and ran out of the room.

Garon lay on his back, recalling the soft fragrance of the moment his sister pounced on him just now.

"I've had a lot of luck lately," he chuckled under his breath. Gathering his thoughts, he got up and sat down at his desk, and began to review the identification knowledge he had learned.

A wooded edge on the outskirts of Huaishan City.

Old man Geguo stood in front of the burning woods with his lower abdomen covered, quietly staring at the scarlet flames inside. The red light of the fire illuminated his face red.

"If that book was still around, maybe I'd be a little scared. But now," a red figure slowly walked out of the woods, it was the former Xian Fran. A bloody cut had been made on the left side of his face, slowly oozing blood.

"Geguo, you have been reduced to a mortal, and you can only rely on these foreign objects. ”

"Even if I don't need sustenance, I'll cough up" Ge Guo suddenly coughed, and the hand covering his abdomen began to slowly ooze blood between his fingers.

"Without Liliang, even that book is lost, and the former genius is now in such a tragic state!" said Cinveran with his hands wide open, "It's so sad," he whispered in a song-like tone.

"Who do you want to give your liliang to? Give it to the kid next to you? It's useless, he doesn't have this talent, he is destined to be a mortal, just time can easily kill him. ”

"Whoever I give it to, that's my business. As for that book, I've sent it far, far away. A place you'll never find," the old man gasped and chuckled.

"We've lived together for so many years, brother, do you really think I'm going to know that you gave it to that old woman?" Cinflan smiled.

Geguo's face changed slightly, and he suddenly reacted, but it was too late.

"Sure enough!haha!" Fairy Fran daxiao got up, "I was just trying to do it, but I didn't expect you to be so unresponsive after so many years!"

He looked at Geguo in front of him, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"You have pinned all your life and liliang on someone else, even if you die, you are still like this. You think I can't see that you don't have many days to live, and you can only do that kind of thing by pouring everything into your ritual. ”

"I'm a waste person, I just want to leave a little trace of myself on this shijie" Geguo showed a smile that was uglier than bitter.

Boom!

Suddenly, as if he had been struck by something invisible, he flew out sideways, rolling on the ground and hitting a tree stump.

"Hmm" The old man covered his mouth tightly, and a large mouthful of blood seeped out from between his fingers and dripped on the mud floor.

"weishenme, you're always so stupid!!weishenme!ah??" Xian Fran rushed over and kicked the old man in the stomach hard.

Bang bang bang

Cinflan kicked hard, each time heavier and heavier.

The thumping sound was like hitting a leather sack, and it was unusually clear at the edge of the burning woods.

"Traces!?" he finally stopped, "You garbage still want to leave traces on this shijie, dream about you!" he didn't know when his face became extremely hideous.

"I've decided, I'm going to wipe out all traces you've left behind!!!!" he growled, as if hysterical. His face was distorted and full of green tendons.

Syllable.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his boot, and the old man Geguo raised his head desperately, his face was covered with blood, and he was completely speechless, and mouthfuls of sticky blood kept gushing out of his mouth. He just stared at him, his mouth open, but there was no sound.

"You want me to biedong hand, don't you?" Xian Fran paused, his face instantly calmed down, and slowly revealed a strange smile. "You're begging me, you're begging me, aren't you?"

Old man Geguo's pupils were faintly dilated, and his vision was blurred, and he couldn't see anything clearly. Just clutching on to Cinflan Boots.

"Are you really begging me?" Cinveran laughed wilder. "If you're really begging me, lick my boots clean"

Syllable!

He stomped on the old man's face.

"Lick it, my dear brother, who used to be a genius!!"

His face turned hideous again.

The boots stomped the old man's face, and again and again.

Suddenly, his face froze.

The old man Geguo under his feet was really slowly sticking out his tongue and licking the soles of his boots.

An inexplicable emotion suddenly filled Xian Fran's chest, and he raised his head, suddenly feeling sour.

"It's my fault," the old man's voice came intermittently from under his feet. "Forgive me"

The old man's head tilted, and the color of zuihou in his eyes disappeared completely.

Fairy Fran didn't answer, and looked down at the corpse on the ground. The cold wind blew the trees on one side, and the fire gradually became smaller.

"Brother"

He crouched down, stayed beside the corpse, and did not speak again.

At the same time, Garon was sitting at his desk at home and suddenly felt a heat in his chest.

Puzzled, he pulled out a necklace from his collar, hanging the book necklace that the old man Geguo had given him.

"What's going on?" he looked left and right, but found no sign of it, the necklace was still warm body temperature.

Without further thought, he tucked the necklace back into his chest and continued to study the case on the table.

The moment he tucked back into his collar, a line of text slowly emerged from the surface of the necklace book.

'Ayngegolia, Third Rite of Life - Asylum. ’

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