Gartnu and the wizards fled the ancient battlefield and ran wildly to escape Canon's pursuit.

When he had run a long distance and could not see his pursuers when he turned back, the Gat minions stopped, bent over, his hands on his knees, and gasped for breath.

Gartnu was panting, probably the longest distance he'd run in years.

Gartnut gasped and asked the wizard, "How is it, Canon didn't chase after him, did he?"

The wizard looked back into the distance: "Mr. Gartnu, I didn't see Canon, probably it didn't chase after me." ”

Gartnu stuck the undead spear into the ground, straightened up with his hand on the spear, and looked behind him.

"It's good that you didn't chase after you, it's terrible, this guy is a devil!"

Gartnu was terrified, still reeling from the horrors.

"Mr. Gartnut, let's give up on Canon, it's unlikely that he will be able to lift the curse. ”

Mr. Ji lost no time in interjecting.

"Well, I think about it, you're right, it seems that this canon is really unreliable, it's good if we can escape, it's hard to say if we go to find it again. ”

Gartnu sighed, Kanon's horrible face still reflected in his mind.

The wizard took the opportunity to suggest: "Mr. Gartnu, we might as well get out of here, lest there be any trouble." ”

Gartnu nodded: "Okay, just do as you say, let's get out of this place as soon as possible." I really didn't expect Canon to be such a terrible devil, and before he could say a few words, he was going to kill us, it was terrible. ”

The wizard laughed: "Canon is a devil in the first place, of course it will do this, but it will not be if it is human." ”

Gartnu was a little regretful: "But my curse has not been lifted, so what will I do after that." ”

Several people fell silent, Gartnu's family curse was no longer a matter of a day or two, it was a big trouble in his heart.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have traveled all the way to find the terrible Canon to lift the curse.

Now that the matter has not been done, it has even caused a murderous disaster, and it is a great luck to be able to escape.

Gartnu stared at the undead spear in his hand: "I didn't expect the undead spear to be able to deter Canon, it's really unexpected, it seems that Canon is uncontrollable, it can kill whoever it wants." ”

The wizard said, "I didn't expect this, I thought I could exchange the Undead Spear for your freedom, but I didn't expect Kanon to become so demonic that I was almost killed by it." ”

Gartnu said, "It seems that the spear of the dead is useless, just an ornament." ”

With that, Gartnu pulled out the spear of the dead and stuck it in a tree.

"I don't want this thing at all, and it's useless to keep it. ”

When the wizard saw this, he was stunned for a moment, and then said to Gartnu, "Since Mr. Gartnu doesn't want it, just give it to me!"

Gartnu sighed, "Whatever you want!"

The wizard hurried over, pulled his spear from the tree, and held it in his hand with excitement.

"Let's go, leave this unfortunate place, and never come again!"

Mr. Gartnut shook his hand and directed the group towards the town in the distance.

Then, Gartnu and his entourage left the town in a car, leaving the place on a private jet to return to his company abroad.

The wizard followed Gartnu's plane abroad with a bag of money to live in a small seaside town, where he continued to live in seclusion and live what he thought was comfortable.

Every day, I go to the small bar in the town to drink some wine, play poker and gamble a little money, and live a good life.

But one day, the wizard was sleeping on a chaise longue in front of a hut by the sea, basking in the sun with his eyes closed, and was drowsy.

Suddenly, a tall figure blocked the sunlight, and the wizard suddenly felt uncomfortable, and was about to open his eyes to see who was so bold.

The man suddenly took out a shot* aimed at the wizard's head.

Before the wizard could argue, he died.

The tall, burly man took off his sunglasses, reached out and felt the pulse on the wizard's neck, and then covered the wizard's terrifying face with a playboy magazine.

The big man walked into the house, found the wizard's hidden spear of the dead, wrapped it in old clothes, put it under his armpit and left the hut, and got into a Humvee SUV and left.

The wizard probably never imagined that this was his final destination.

He used all his means to win a luxurious life by all means, but in the end he died in a comfortable life by the sea.

Because he got what he didn't deserve, he owed too much debt.

Mr. Gartnut sat in his large office, sipping coffee.

He could never have imagined that this trip to the ancient battlefield would return empty-handed.

Not only did Gartnu spend a lot of money, but he was almost killed by Canon.

Although the wizard summoned Canon for him, Canon was simply an uncontrolled demon.

He didn't understand how his ancestors controlled the canon, and that the canon would still serve his family at that time.

Mr. Gartnu didn't understand what it took to make a deal with Canon.

At that time, why Kanon had demonic Dafa and even wanted to kill them, this was a question that Mr. Gartnut couldn't figure out.

He had no choice but to leave the ancient battlefield and return to his hometown to continue to live a luxurious life.

Mr. Gartnut controls dozens of large corporations, his fortune is untold and he can do whatever he wants.

But there was still a hidden concern in his heart, a curse hanging over their heads.

On a full moon night, Gartnu's face would still be pale, his muscles would flare up, and his whole body would become weak.

He had to hide in his study and survive sleepless nights by drinking whiskey.

It was only on nights like this that Gartnu numbed his mind with alcohol so that he could be a little more comfortable and no longer be distraught and overwhelmed by this terrible curse.

At this time, he did not dare to meet people, for fear that others would see his embarrassed appearance.

Gartnu, the president who is usually majestic in front of others, actually became so obscene on such an originally emotional, poetic and poetic full moon night, he couldn't help but feel remorseful.

But it wasn't just his ancestors' fault, he knew he could be greedy and bloodthirsty sometimes.

In order to gain status and status, in order to accumulate wealth, although he can almost rival the wealth, he will still squeeze all the value he can win by any means, and even attack his opponents at all costs.

Whatever the means, Gartnu will carefully plan, even bribe the traitor, he will ruthlessly plunder the reputation and resources of his opponents.

The Gartnu Enterprise destroyed many of his rival business rivals, and then bought their companies at a low price, turning them into his subsidiaries.

This is how Gartnut defeated one competitor after another, then expanded his business empire without limits, and finally became a "giant" in the mall.

But the curse was still a curse, and it had always hung over Mr. Gartnu's head, becoming a lingering shadow.

Kanon is dead, but the curse remains.

Gartnu never understood why the curse had been around for thousands of years, and it showed no signs of fading.

However, what was even more terrifying was that on a full moon night, in that quiet night, when Gartnu was lying weakly in the soft boss's chair, he sometimes heard the sound of chanting incantations from the air.

It was an ancient language, and Gartnu sounded so strange that it didn't even understand it, but it seemed to be a condemnation and a curse.

But he knew it was an ancient spell, rooted in ancient times.

Gartnu wondered if it was a spell engraved on the Spear of the Dead, but why it was ringing in his ears at this moment.

Gartnu even wanted to record the incantation on a tape recorder and analyze it in the lab.

But what puzzled him was that this kind of sound could not be recorded by the machine at all, and the place where the sound was recorded was completely quiet.

Gartnu didn't know if anyone else could hear it, and he didn't dare to ask, for fear that others would know his secret.

So Mr. Gartnut could only endure it, and often on such nights he could not sleep at all.

He could only listen to the sound of incantations that resounded through the sky, and as he drank whiskey, he stared out the window in a daze.

The thick darkness of the night completely hid Gartnu in the concrete jungle.

Perhaps no one knows what kind of pain he is suffering at the moment, what kind of condemnation he is going through spiritually.

Perhaps Gartnu's days never stopped, going on from generation to generation, and only at the moment of his death could he get out of such a miserable life.

As a result, Mr. Gartnut became more and more insensitive, mechanically repeating the task at hand every day, juggling one tricky business after another, busy making profits for his business empire.

Gartnu knew that the money was endless, and as long as he was alive, he could make money.

No matter how fast the world changes, his money-making machine can always make a wad of money in an orderly manner.

He didn't know where he was going to end up, but it was clear that time was running out of time, his face was covered with deep wrinkles, and his eyelids were beginning to droop, and his green eyes had been clouded with a dull shade of gray.

Gartnu understands that he has begun to grow old, and he can ruthlessly deprive others of their resources, but the world ruthlessly deprives him of his health and vitality.

He didn't know if he had gained more or had lost more.

Gartnu didn't know how to measure it, how to place the weights on his scales.

He only knows that making money is a pleasure, like a stimulant that drives him to ruthlessly plunder others.

As long as the profits on his company's books increase rapidly, he will do whatever it takes to squeeze others.

It was his life's pursuit, all to expand his empire and not hesitate to defeat all his opponents.

Mr. Gartnut even made it his calling, he came into this world to make money.

In his eyes, with money, there is everything, and he can squander money without hesitation, spend a lot of money for the woman he loves, and buy the truth in order to cover up his crimes.

Gartnu only knew that in order to achieve his own ends, he could use money to open the way, and then clear the way for his actions.

He knows the magic of money, and money is an energy that can make people powerful, allowing him to expand his ambitions and become the supreme king of his business empire.

Perhaps he didn't understand that this was one of the reasons for his curse.