Sacred Library

Just when everyone was still discussing in the basement, not far from the store door, an old man and a young man were squatting on the roadside, smoking dry tobacco, their eyes drifting towards the store door from time to time, just like those squatting on the street picking their feet.

The pedestrians on the road looked at the two with disgust, subconsciously avoiding them, as if they would be infected if they got too close. Some patients with slightly mild princess syndrome even took out their mobile phones, ready to call the police at any time, but to be honest, their appearance was really not flattering.

"Hey, old man, why are you squatting here too? It's so bad for others to see you. You see, many people dislike you." The younger one was wearing a black jacket, his arms were covered with various fancy tattoos, and his hair was dyed colorfully. It would definitely be a first-class standard to make him the spokesperson for Shamatte. The boy put one hand on the old man's shoulder and deliberately lowered his voice.

The old man subconsciously moved a few steps away. Why are young people nowadays so shameless? Also, I am here to wait for my lovely apprentice. You are in the way and you are still criticizing me. It is obvious that people dislike you, a bad boy.

However, what he didn't know was that the scene of the boy being so friendly with him was interesting in the eyes of passers-by.

Fujoshi thought that a young man of the same age and gender fell in love with an old man. It is inconvenient to say more about the gay love here, please use your imagination. True love, that's probably it.

Men thought that two people with common hobbies, one old and one young, met on the street to flirt or look at beautiful women. What a noble thing, I really want to join their team.

Not to mention the ladies, it looks like two wretched people playing hooligans on the street.

"Don't be so embarrassed, we all do the same job, why are we so unfamiliar?" The boy did not give up, continued to approach, and whispered in the old man's ear.

The old man glanced at the still closed door and frowned, "What do you want to say?" Even the most dull-witted person could sense that something was wrong, not to mention that the old man was a martial arts master, so his brain couldn't be dull.

"That's what I mean." The boy pointed to the closed storefront not far away and said proudly. As a gangster, the most important thing is to learn to read people's expressions. Since he came here, he found that the old man would look at the place where his mission target was every few minutes, so he naturally thought that the other party was also sent by the higher-ups to follow him.

Seeing that the old man didn't say anything, the boy continued, "Zi Zi, the higher-ups really don't trust me. They said that I can just watch and don't need anyone else. Now an old man is here and it's so obvious. Isn't this telling others that I'm paying attention to you?" The boy complained dissatisfiedly.

"You," the old man stared at the boy fiercely. It was rare to meet a good seedling. He would not allow anyone to hurt his good apprentice no matter what. But now he couldn't hurt people on the street, so he had to remember the appearance of this person first and settle the score slowly later.

"Don't say you or me, I tell you, I heard that this matter was arranged by Qin Shao of Kyoto. If the cripple inside is discovered because of you and us, I will make you look good! Old man." The boy gritted his teeth and warned, his eyes revealed a little cruel light, as if the old man would kill him if he really made him discovered.

But suddenly he felt a strong pressure rushing from the void, even pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe. Of course, it was only for a moment, and it disappeared quickly. He looked around and didn't find anything unusual, just thinking that he felt wrong.

"Qin Family of Kyoto." The old man bit two words in his mouth, and I don't know what he was thinking.

"What? You are too scared to speak. Forget it, which branch are you from? Why are there still low-level old hooligans like you? You have been a hooligans for so many years and you are still not a leader. You are really shameful." The young man seemed to have forgotten the pressure just now and laughed at him mercilessly.

The old man felt that he was about to explode, but in order to maintain his face, he was embarrassed to bully the child in the street. If those people knew about it, he didn't know how to laugh at him. But if he continued, he would lose all his face. People would say he was an old hooligans, or a low-level hooligans. If it got out, how could he face the people of Jiangdong?

"You are so stingy. Forget it. I'll tell you. Don't ask me to retreat later. Remember to take the lame man and the woman separately. Young Master Qin has prepared a good show for the man. Although I think it's a bit of a waste for the beautiful girl. After all, she is abused by a disabled person. As for the woman, we can't touch her. She needs to be given to Young Master Qin. At most, I will ask you to go for a health check afterwards." Just when the old man felt that he was about to take action, the boy revealed another plan that forced him to stop.

The old man was stunned. He was not unaware of the filthiness of some people's hearts, but if he remembered correctly, Young Master Qin was only in his twenties this year. He had such dark thoughts at such a young age. Sure enough, the Qin family had reached the point where they had to be cleaned up. The old man decided in his heart.

As soon as he completed what the young man said, he completely understood the whole plan. He himself was also quite familiar with the ancestor of the Qin family. He was originally puzzled by the gradual decline of the Qin family in recent years, but now he knew the reason completely. It was their next generation that completely ruined their reputation.

Poor old Qin, he has a great reputation in his life. The old man thought with a sigh. Of course, this also sounded a wake-up call for him. He must pay attention to the moral cultivation of the next generation. He doesn't want his descendants to cause him any trouble and ruin his reputation.

"Hey, I say, you know, don't think that you can do nothing if you don't talk. It's because of this that you can't get promoted in your life. Eat meat with me." The young man patted his chest and said.

The old man had completely lost his patience to waste time with him. He made a gesture with his hand in the dark. After a while, two bodyguards in pure black suits came up to him, one on the left and one on the right, and left. He couldn't move from beginning to end. He could only look around in horror, hoping that someone would understand his eyes and save him, but there was no one.

"Hey, it seems that this journey of accepting disciples is destined to be full of disasters." The old man took a deep puff of cigarette and sighed.

The above is from another perspective. Now let's go back to Shen Lin.

"Draw blood now? No, no, the most important thing for you now is to find a small object that you can carry with you. I will process the materials here, and then use that object as the original body for processing. The last step is to draw blood. It will take me two or three days to process so many materials. So you must find an object for me within two or three days." Qiao Tianen explained.

"Object? What do you need? Iron? Steel? Or diamond?" Shen Lin nodded, but some specific information still needs to be confirmed.

"It's up to you to decide what it is. Love is what it is, but I suggest that the things you choose should not be things like porcelain that will break if you fall, nor those bulky things. It's best to choose small pendants and other accessories that can be placed close to your body. Of course, if you really can't find it, you can use your mobile phone. Of course, it is not recommended to use it." Qiao Tianen shook his head to indicate that there was no rigid requirement, but only made a few suggestions.

"Why can't it be a mobile phone?" Shen Lin asked curiously.

"Take out your mobile phones and have a look?" Qiao Tianen did not say it directly, but asked several people to take out their mobile phones to have a look.

Shen Lin and the other two took out their phones curiously and found that their phones had gone black at some point, and they couldn't turn on no matter what they did. They turned to Qiao Zhilan and Shen Miao and saw the same situation. So they looked at Qiao Tianen at the same time with a request.

"Our mobile phone is the most untrustworthy electronic device. I don't know how much information about you is leaked out every second, so when you come in, your phones have been automatically muted here. Of course, it will return to normal after you leave. Do you still want to use your phone to do that kind of thing under such circumstances?" Qiao Tianen laughed.

Shen Lin hurriedly shook his head, jokingly. If his optical computer and mobile phone are combined, although he doesn't know if there will be any changes, the information leaked from the optical computer alone is already a big deal!