Chapter 6
After Ren Xia spent an hour unpacking the package.
Although I really want to complain about why there are so many ancient relics in my home, and what the origin of this old man is.
But let’s forget about these problems for the time being. Anyway, let’s be grateful.
Bai Yu selected seven relics from more than thirty packages.
Among these seven relics, three contain heroic spirit projections, and the other four are ritual costumes.
He picked up one of the relics, which was a very peculiar butterfly-shaped fan.
The scene suddenly changed, and the memories stored in the relics came in like a tide, presenting illusory projections in front of Bai Yu's eyes.
What he saw was a theater. There was a female actress dancing indulgently on top of the theater. She danced, swayed, and looked forward to flying in every move. But the completely different thing was that the entire theater was burning with flames. Lit in the fire, she danced in the fire, stepping on the flames with every step she jumped.
[Ancient Relic: Butterfly Fan]
[One-Star Gift: Burning in Fire]
[Durability: 51%]
[The gift data has been recorded in the prayer pool]
Bai Yu opened the butterfly fan, but this time he did not let it fall, because it was not A heroic spirit, but a gift.
Not all ancient relics are gifts, and not all ancient relics can contain the will of heroic spirits.
The gift itself contains mysterious power and can be used directly as a weapon or prop, but its durability will decrease each time it is used.
And if you want to use the rituals, you must be an extraordinary person. Ordinary people are not qualified to use the rituals at all.
Bai Yu put down the butterfly fan and confirmed the records in the prayer pool.
[The Heroic Spirit Contract has been recorded, currently 9 times]
"Here it comes, the last time."
The success probability of the Heroic Spirit Contract is very low, and there is no guarantee in the game Heroic Spirit Chronicles!
Whether you can smoke or not depends on your face.
But Bai Yu is very calm. He has the superpower to guarantee the law, and the tenth draw can definitely stabilize the heroic spirit.
In order to confirm whether his superpowers had traveled through time, he conducted an experiment. The answer was that it was absolutely fine. He found a hundred dollars from the corner of the cabinet.
The next step is to choose one of the three relics that host the projection of heroic spirits.
In fact, there is no choice. The projections of the three heroic spirits are all one-star, and two of them are in the state of afterimages.
A heroic spirit in the afterimage state means that its host will is broken. Even if it is successfully summoned, the final result may be a flawed and incomplete projection of the heroic spirit.
One-star heroic spirits are originally the rarest heroic spirits. If they are still broken, there is almost no need to consider their combat effectiveness.
Bai Yu looked at an orange-yellow metal bullet case.
The consciousness contained in this shell is even clearer.
He reached out and grasped the metal cartridge casing, closing his eyes.
[Confirming the Relic]
The moment he touched it, Bai Yu's thoughts were drawn into the memory left in the metal cartridge case.
It was an old man with gray hair. He was standing in front of a flower shop, watering the flowers. He looked like an ordinary old man, but he was already out of breath after walking a few steps quickly. age.
However, there is such an old man sitting in the sun with his eyes half closed, but he gives the impression of an old lion basking in the sun. His back is stooped, but his eyes are sharp, without any aging or chaos.
As if he noticed something, he turned around and smiled, meeting Bai Yu's gaze.
Bai Yu came to his senses.
[Relic: Metal Bullet Case]
[One-Star Heroic Spirit: Ren Xia]
[Status: Full Shadow]
[The Heroic Spirit Contract has been drawn up]
[Do you want to make a formal contract? 】
A line of fiery red text appeared directly in front of his sight. The burning text released light and shocked his eyes.
The conditions for the tenth heroic spirit extraction have been met.
[Confirm the contract]
[The heroic spirit contract has taken effect]
[Do you want to start weaving the ending of the fate of 'Ren Xia'? ]
[If you refuse to weave the end of its destiny, you will not be able to obtain the complete panel of this heroic spirit]
"Weaving, the end of fate?"
He thought for a moment and recalled what Lao Yang said, it seems that after the heroic spirit is drawn in this game, It requires a personal plot.
It is equivalent to a novice guide plot that introduces the background and gameplay of heroic spirits.
Let’s get started.
Bai Yu clicked to confirm the weaving.
A violent note vibrated suddenly in my ears, thump↑thump↑thump↑thump↓!
It is the opening prelude to the symphony of destiny.
The words of flame burn into ashes.
[Start the weaving of destiny]
...
It’s a rainy day, and the rain is sparse.
The old man in his 60s sat at the door of his home, listening to the rain hitting the old roof and the water falling in the yard.
He looked gently at the girl in front of him, who was eating rice hungrily.
"Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry." The old man poured a glass of water, blew it for a few times and handed it over.
"Thank you, thank you..." She swallowed the rice, sniffed hard, hesitated, took the water glass and drank it in one gulp: "I will leave after eating, and I will never cause you more trouble..."
The girl lowered her head: "For a meal, if there is a chance in the future..."
She was about to say that she would repay the favor, but she paused when she reached her mouth. She didn't know how long she could live, let alone repay the favor. Even having enough food and clothing is a problem.
The old man smiled kindly: "You can rest here tonight. There are few people here and it is very quiet. No one can find you." The girl opened her mouth and lowered her head to eat rice again, with big tears falling on her rice bowl
. Inside, I ate the rice that became bitter one bite at a time.
Neither of them spoke, the girl didn't speak, and the old man didn't ask questions. He just continued to play with the potted plants he raised.
Then, suddenly there was an unusually rude knock on the door, a thump-dong-dong sound.
The girl's shoulders shook in fright, her face turned pale, and her job was overturned.
The old man signaled that it was okay, and stood up: "Don't be afraid, I will deal with these people." He
hunched his back, walked to the door, opened the door, and the girl slightly poked her head out and saw the group of colorfully dressed people outside the door. A gangster wearing a black shirt and black suit.
I don’t know what the old man said to the other party, but these gangsters didn’t make much noise and actually left very quickly.
"It's okay." The old man returned to the room and comforted the girl: "They won't come again in a short time."
"How did you..."
"They were just asking for money. I gave them my savings." The old man said calmly.
"What!" The girl was shocked and felt extremely guilty: "How could this be possible..."
"Don't worry, it's just some money." The old man smiled openly: "I don't have anything to use money for, and there is also the retirement provided by the Fuso official. It's gold."
The girl lowered her head and bit her trembling lower lip.
She couldn't understand why the old man helped her so selflessly.
But she couldn't refuse and could only accept the help.
She really had no choice but to be debt-collected by the Ji Dao to the point of desperation, and these debts were not owed by her at all!
Her father owed a high amount of gambling debt, and all his belongings were dragged away to pay back the money, but it was still a drop in the bucket. He could have been irresponsible and died. The debt directly caused the family members left behind to be forced into desperation by the Yakuza.
She spent all 24 hours a day working to earn money and had almost no time to study and study. Even if she was admitted to school, she could not afford the tuition.
The huge debt, the busy work, and the pressure of study all made her almost breathless.
Debt collectors came every day, making it almost impossible for her to find a job normally. She could only keep changing places to find odd jobs. She also couldn't find a place to live long-term. The landlord would rush to drive her away when he saw Ji Dao.
She was penniless, couldn't find a job, and her belongings were smashed. She was almost forced to despair.
There was no one to help her, no one to talk to, and all her past friends chose to stay away.
Even crying and shouting have no effect because big cities don't believe in tears.
Walking alone on the street in the rainy day, she once thought of jumping into the sea and committing suicide.
If the old man in the flower shop where she once worked had not taken her in, she might have died.
By now, she was grateful for a meal and a bed to sleep on.
Not to mention that the old man spent all his savings to stop the Yakuza outside the door, which was nothing to repay.
But she felt fear again. She was afraid that her existence would bring misfortune to this kind old man.
The girl soon fell asleep, and even though she fell asleep, she still crossed her arms, showing that even in her dream, she was still closely followed by the group of men in black, like a nightmare that could not be dispelled.
The old man helped cover her with the quilt, and at the same time dug out something the size of a fingernail from her clothes...a messaging device.
The old man shook his head silently. The girl thought she could escape, but in the end she was still in the hands of the other party.
He slapped his waist, stood up slowly, walked to the potted plant, lifted his beloved potted plant, and pulled out an automatic pistol from the grid below. The handle of the pistol was engraved with a falcon pattern.
Kiryu Takajiro.
This is the old man's name. A dragon and an eagle are combined in one name, which is quite domineering.
He later didn't like the name very much, so he later changed it. He removed the eagle and changed his name to Jiro.
Mr. Jiro stood up and walked towards the door. He thought that the passbook just now should have been noticed. There was not a few cents in it.
He lied. How could a widowed and lonely old man have so much savings? He had no pension at all, and all he owned was an old flower shop.
I say this just to make the girl feel at ease.
He put some calming medicine in the water so that she could have a good sleep and not think about committing suicide when she woke up.
And the deeper she sleeps, the better, and she can cover up some of the movements outside.
He opened the door, held an umbrella, and walked out to the avenue.
As expected, the sound of vehicles was soon heard, the lights of the vehicles brightly cut through the night, and a dozen extremists pushed open the car door angrily and rushed over.
"Old guy, I think you're tired of living!"
The bald leader roared hatefully, "You're looking for death, you dare to trick us!" "
I have a question."
The old man held an umbrella and sounded older. Uniquely trembling: "Why do you want to push that child to death? Haven't I already paid off the principal and interest on the debt?" "The
fee you paid in the past is not even enough to repay the interest! "
Humph..."
"Okay, old man, you are tired of living anyway, so it doesn't matter if I tell you the truth." The Jida cadre sneered: "Owing money to our Baichuan Group means that you will have to pay it back in your lifetime." I'm not sure. You can change the numbers in the IOU or the terms in the contract however you want!" "
So... you did it on purpose?"
"Of course it was on purpose, otherwise could it be accidental?" Jidao The cadre laughed loudly, and the younger brother behind him also laughed maliciously: "If you are in debt, you are destined to work as a horse for us for the rest of your life. You have to squeeze out the value when you die. Even if you commit suicide by jumping off the building, you still have to use the corpse. Transport them away and sell the organs that can be sold! This is called making money in a wise way. Do you understand, old man! It's a pity that you are too old and have no value, otherwise your ashes would have to be spread in the rice fields..." Suddenly
, There was a gunshot.
boom--!
The sound was like thunder, cutting through the rainy night.
Red and white splashed out and landed on the face and clothes of the person a few steps behind.
The body of the Yakuza cadre fell to the ground, with a hollow in his forehead.
In the heavy rain, the old man's back, which had been stooped for more than ten years, slowly straightened.
Only then did everyone notice that the old man who had always been bent over was actually a tall man close to two meters tall. He had an amazingly tall figure when he was young.
"I have completely understood."
The old man raised the muzzle of his gun, which was filled with green smoke, and pointed it at these gangsters: "You, all, deserve to die!"
(End of Chapter)