In the afternoon, on Pennington Street.
The sky was covered with white clouds, and there was no sunlight. It was a little dark.
In the Dolphin Antiques Shop, Old Man Gregor sat lazily behind a table in front of a bookshelf. His head was tilted, and he seemed to be dozing off.
Suddenly, there were familiar footsteps outside the door.
"Garon?" The old man opened one of his eyes and asked weakly. "Look at the time. I thought you weren't coming." He pointed to a white double-eared vase on the table. "This is your task this afternoon. Take a closer look. Once you're done, just give me the contents. "
Garon walked in wearing red sportswear. Seeing the old man's lazy look, he shook his head speechlessly. He didn't say anything and just walked over silently, reaching for the double-eared vase on the table.
Suddenly, he flicked his finger and a black line shot out.
Chi!
The black line drew an arc like a flying insect and pierced between Old Man Gregor's eyebrows like lightning.
Oh!
The old man didn't have time to dodge. He just tilted his head slightly. Unexpectedly, the black line pierced his left shoulder and stopped. It was a thin black needle.
"Garon, what are you doing?!" The old man stood up from his chair, took two steps back, and pulled out the needle. His face was filled with shock and anger.
Garon was stunned. Suddenly, he felt pain on his face. He took two steps back and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale.
"How are you?!" Old Man Gregor was stunned. He quickly went around the table to support Garen. His movements were completely unlike that of an old and frail man.
"My … head hurts …!!" Garen's face was filled with pain as he cried out softly.
"Damn it! It must be those guys! They dared to … chi! "
Gregor's voice stopped abruptly. He stood beside Garon, trembling. He lowered his head and looked at the black dagger in his abdomen.
"You …!"
Garon sneered. He pulled out the dagger, spun it in his hand, and stepped back. He didn't continue to attack.
"If I hadn't pretended to be that kid, I probably wouldn't have been able to fool you."
He pinched the left side of his face and gently tore off a layer of human skin mask, revealing a handsome and cold man's face underneath.
"Gregor... Long time no see..."
"It's you … Sylphalan!"
Old Man Gregor took two steps back and covered his abdomen with his hand. His expression was complicated.
"Tell me where it is," Sylphan said coldly.
"Things? Haha … "Old Man Gregor smiled." You haven't given up yet? "
Sylphalan smiled. "I know you're very strong, but after being hit by my Gloomy Needle, you can no longer escape. Come on, give it to me … "He slowly walked towards Gregor.
Old Man Gregor suddenly chuckled.
"You forgot again … No matter how many times we fight, you will never be my match."
"Then we'll see." Sylphalan smiled coldly.
*****
"Hoo …"
After taking a shower, Garon threw himself onto his single bed with his wet hair. He took a deep breath and smelled the familiar scent on the blanket.
"So tired …" He mumbled. "I went to the dojo in the afternoon and got beaten up by Master. After that, I was stopped by Mom and Dad. Luckily, Ying Er came back in time to save me, or it would have been worse … "
The light in the bedroom was orange, and it dyed Garon's white pajamas a pale yellow. The sky outside the window was getting dark. It was almost night.
His parents and Ying Er had just gone out for a walk, thinking that they needed time to digest their food. Garon was too tired, so he stayed at home to rest.
He lay on his stomach on the bed and took out the small Black Jade Plate. He carefully rubbed the rough surface of the plate.
Click.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
"Brother, what are you doing with the door locked? You're so sneaky. "Ying Er walked in with a glass of water.
Garon hurriedly put the Black Jade Plate away.
"Can you please knock on the door when you come in?" He sat up and said impatiently.
"Why would I knock? How can I catch you doing something bad if I knock? "Ying Er looked like she had just taken a shower. Her skin was pink. She was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and shorts, revealing a pair of slender white thighs. Standing at the door, her legs were parallel to Garon's line of sight.
"Didn't you go out for a walk with mom and dad? Why are you back? "Garon subconsciously avoided his gaze that fell on his sister's thighs.
"I didn't go out at all. I just pretended to say that to trick you. I didn't expect there to be a problem!" Ying Er sneered. "If you don't want mom and dad to know about your bad deeds, you have to promise me one thing!"
"Promise? What do I have to be afraid of? " Garen pretended to be stubborn. He had nothing to hide in the first place, and now he just wanted to tease his sister. "Tell me what promise you have."
Ying Er walked over and stood in front of Garon. She looked down at him with one hand on her waist.
"The promise is actually very simple!" She sneered. "That is …"
Boom!
Suddenly, there was a muffled sound, followed by a violent tremor.
The whole building started to shake violently. A fine and low buzzing sound came from afar. Garon felt a little numb when he heard it.
Ying Er lost her balance and fell into Garon's arms. She spread her legs and sat directly on Garon's right leg.
Both of them trembled at the same time. Garon quickly held his sister. Ying Er didn't say anything. Her ears were red as she turned and ran out of the room.
Garen, on the other hand, was lying on his back, reminiscing the moment when his sister pounced on him.
"My luck has been pretty good recently …" He laughed softly. He gathered his thoughts and sat in front of his desk. He started to revise his appraisal knowledge.
*****
Beside a forest on the outskirts of Huaishan City.
Old Man Gregor held his abdomen as he stood in front of the burning forest. He quietly looked at the scarlet flames. His face was flushed by the red light of the fire.
"If that book was still here, maybe I would be a little scared. But now … "A red figure slowly walked out of the forest. It was Sylphalan. There was a cut on the left side of his face. Blood was slowly seeping out.
"Gregor … You have become a mortal … You can only rely on these external objects."
"Even if I don't need the object of possession, I still … Cough cough …" Gregor suddenly coughed. Blood started to seep out between his fingers.
"Without power, even the book is lost. The once genius has fallen to such a pitiful state!" Sylphalan opened his arms wide and said in a loud voice, "It's … so sad …" He said in a low voice, almost as if he was singing.
"You extracted your power. Who do you want to give it to? That kid beside you? It's no use. He doesn't have the talent. He's destined to be a mortal. Time will kill him easily. "
"No matter who I give it to, that's my business. As for the book, I've already sent it to a place far, far away. A place you'll never find … "Old Man Gregor panted as he laughed softly.
"We've lived together for so many years. Brother, do you really think I don't know that you gave it to that old woman?" Sylphalan smiled.
Gregor's expression changed slightly. He suddenly reacted, but it was too late.
"I knew it! Haha! " Sylphalan laughed. "I was just testing you. I didn't think that after all these years, you're still so slow!"
He looked at Gregor in front of him, and a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes.
"You've entrusted all your life and power to someone else. Even in death, you'll still be like this. Do you think I can't tell that you don't have many days left? Putting everything you have into the ritual, only you would do such a thing. "
"I've always been a cripple. I just wanted to leave a trace of myself in this world …" Gregor smiled bitterly.
Bam!
Suddenly, as if he was hit by something invisible, his whole body flew out. He rolled on the ground and hit a tree stump.
"Ugh …" Old Man Gregor covered his mouth. Large mouthfuls of blood seeped out between his fingers and dripped onto the muddy ground.
"Why are you always so stupid!! Why! Ah!?? "Sylphalan rushed over and kicked Old Man Gregor in the stomach.
Bam bam bam …
Sylphalan kicked him again and again, each time harder than the last.
The sound of the kicks was like hitting a leather sack. Even in this burning forest, it was exceptionally clear.
"Trace!?" He finally stopped. "A piece of trash like you still wants to leave a trace in this world? Dream on! "He didn't know when, but his face had become unusually ferocious.
"I've decided. I'm going to destroy all the traces you've left behind! All of them!! "He roared, as if he was hysterical. His face was twisted and full of veins.
Slap.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed his boot tightly. Old Man Gregor raised his head with all his might. His face was covered in blood, and he couldn't speak anymore. His mouth kept spitting out mouthfuls of sticky blood. He just stared at him with his mouth open, but no sound came out.
"You want me to stop, right?" Sylphalan stopped. His face instantly returned to normal, and he slowly revealed a strange smile. "You're begging me? You're begging me, right? "
Old Man Gregor's pupils were slightly dilated. His vision was blurry, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He could only hold on to Sylphalan's boot tightly.
"You're really begging me?" Sylphalan laughed even more crazily. "If you're really begging me, then lick my boot clean …"
Slap!
He stepped on Old Man Gregor's face.
"Lick … Former genius … My dear brother … Lick!!"
His face became ferocious again.
His boot stomped on Old Man Gregor's face, again and again.
Suddenly, his face froze.
Old Man Gregor, under his foot, was actually licking the bottom of his boot slowly.
A strange emotion suddenly filled Sylphalan's chest. He raised his head, and suddenly felt sour.
"It's … my … fault …" Old Man Gregor's voice came intermittently from under his foot. "Forgive … me …"
Old Man Gregor's head tilted, and the last bit of color in his eyes disappeared completely.
Sylphalan didn't answer. He lowered his head and looked at the corpse on the ground. The cold wind rustled the trees on the side, and the fire gradually died down.
"Brother …"
He squatted down beside the corpse, and didn't say anything else.
*****
At the same time, Garon was sitting in front of his desk at home. He suddenly felt a warmth in his chest.
Puzzled, he pulled out a necklace from his collar. It was the book necklace that Old Man Gregor gave him.
"What's going on?" He looked left and right, but didn't find any signs. The necklace was still warm.
He didn't think too much about it. He put the necklace back into his chest, and continued to study the appraisal case on the table.
The moment he put the necklace back into his collar, a line of words slowly appeared on the book necklace.
"Ain Gregor, Third Life Ritual – Protection."
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