Li Tianming looked at his back and felt a special sense of sadness.
"Black Ten Thousand Rings?"
In addition to the shackles, Li Tianming also saw an ancient black Wandao ring on the old man's hand, indicating that the old man belonged to Wandao Valley and was from the realm, not a local.
As long as someone wears a black Wandao Ring, even if he is in the Qing Realm, he will not become a high-level person in Wandao Valley in the end.
If you are not born in Wandao Valley, it is difficult to reach the level of Venerable or Saint Ancestor.
"The most important thing is that these shackles don't seem to be ordinary objects, do they?"
In terms of material, it seems to be an ordinary metal ore, probably Tianjun ore!
However, as a member of the Heaven Stealing Clan, Li Tianming's vision is different from ordinary people.
He is very sensitive to the 'enchantment lock' created by the barrier!
Although the material of the shackles was ordinary, Li Tianming felt that it seemed to have a very complicated barrier lock.
This kind of barrier lock is usually used to lock inherited battle tactics, or to open the secret room of the hive ancestral world like the one in the ancient gods!
It was the first time Li Tianming had seen it used to lock people up.
Because normally, locking a person and using the Tianyuan Artifact is enough.
This kind of barrier lock, given to shackles made of ordinary materials, can only explain the existence of this old man, and want to lock him to death without letting ordinary people see how advanced these shackles are.
"Why go to such trouble to lock up a dying old man wearing a black ring?"
As a member of the Thieving Heaven clan, Li Tianming felt itchy when he saw such a barrier lock.
This is racial instinct!
"No wonder I thought he was strange at first glance... What attracted me was probably the shackles stacked with tens of thousands of barrier locks!"
So weird!
Li Tianming was made uncomfortable by the shackles, and his obsessive-compulsive disorder directly broke out. Anyway, he had a lot of time in the future, so he did not enter the Wandao Market, but came to the old man sweeping the floor.
"uncle."
Li Tianming shouted respectfully.
The old man didn't respond. He was still hunched over, dragging his shackles and chains, and picking up debris on the ground.
For example, broken swords, damaged clothing, discarded happy balls, etc.
"Uncle, can I take a look at your shackles?" Li Tianming asked.
The old man suddenly froze, and he turned around tremblingly. Only then did Li Tianming see that he was indeed very old. He looked very ordinary, with sparse hair and beard, and his eyelids were drooped and he could not open his eyes.
"Baby, where are you calling me?" The old man spoke very slowly, and it took him a long time to say this sentence, and the lag was comparable to silver dust.
"Yes." Li Tianming smiled. Since he responded, Li Tianming was not in a hurry. Instead, he started chatting and said, "Excuse me, sir, what do you call me?"
This old man is different from others. He will not be disgusted because Li Tianming is a low-blood beast master.
However, Li Tianming still paid attention to the eyes of others, so he did not plan to stay in front of the old man for a long time, for fear that his own trouble would implicate the old man.
"I, just, call, uncle." The old man was obviously very tired, but he still said with a smile.
"Young man, what do you call me?" the old man asked again.
"Then my name is Xiaoye." Li Tianming said.
"Haha!" The old man laughed. It seemed that he was quite comfortable and not as lonely as Li Tianming imagined.
"Excuse me, uncle Gui Geng?" Li Tianming asked.
"I? I'm eighteen years old." The old man shook his head.
Li Tianming's eyes darkened and he said, "Uncle, how could you be eighteen years old?"
"I'm lying to you, what are you doing?" the old man said seriously.
"Then what kind of job do you do? You look so mature?" Li Tianming asked through gritted teeth.
"Me? I write books! I write 30,000 words a day to support people! No, I just finished writing 30,000 words today. Come out and sweep the floor. That's good for being fit and healthy!" The old man said with a smile,
"...!"
Li Tianming was speechless.
It seems that this old man quite likes to joke.
Anyway, they couldn't talk to him much, so Li Tianming got straight to the point and asked: "Uncle, please forgive me for being abrupt, I want to take a look at your shackles, is that okay?"
"Okay, young master. But don't let the uncle's athlete's foot get inflamed!" the old man said with a smile.
"Uncle's feet must be delicious..."
Li Tianming held his breath and squatted down.
He stretched out his left arm and pinched the shackles. Facing the shackles full of barrier locks, Li Tianming felt it immediately.
The hexagonal scales on his palms emitted bursts of light.
He couldn't help but want to move his fingers.
"Good guy, there are at least 100,000 layers of barrier locks. Who has such a dark heart to lock this old man like this?"
Li Tianming frowned.
Although his hands were itchy, he also knew that someone who could do such a thing must not be a mortal.
Not that I can afford to offend now.
Don't think about whether you can succeed or not.
If it succeeds and the shackles are released, who knows what the scene will be like.
Now that there is an opponent from the Huangdao Family, Li Tianming can only take back his hand in time to avoid causing more trouble.
"How are you? Master, how do your feet taste?" the old man said with a smile.
"It feels like flying." Li Tianming stood up.
He took a deep look at the old man.
The old man was very comfortable and very old. Li Tianming couldn't see anything unnatural about him.
"Uncle, how long have you been wearing these shackles?" Li Tianming asked.
"It's been a year. After all, I am eighteen years old today." The old man said.
"Who put it on you?" Li Tianming asked.
The old man hissed and said, "Don't ask. If the naughty boy hears it, it will be terrible. He will cuff you too."
Naughty little one?
Li Tianming nodded. He thought for a while, and finally asked in a low voice: "So, do you want to untie it?"
"I don't want to think about it anymore. This is good. Otherwise, if I keep thinking about going out to play, I won't be able to write a book with peace of mind. I need to write 30,000 words a day!"
I have to say that as we chatted for a long time, his mouth seemed to be opened up and he spoke more and more eloquently.
As he spoke, the old man took out a book with scrawled writing on it. It was unclear what the words were. He said proudly: "Did you see it? This is my book. The title of the book is... What God Is Coming? It's about the protagonist Lin Feng.
, the story of a man who came to the house as a son-in-law and finally conquered the mother-in-law, hush! I think you like it, so I’ll let you read it, but don’t pass it around!"
Conquer your husband...mother?
Li Tianming was almost frightened to death.
Lin Feng, the main character who returns his meow!
Sure enough, the name Lin Feng is more suitable for the protagonist.
The old man pushed the book to Li Tianming, but Li Tianming could only hold it in his hand.
"It's so nice to take a peek when no one is around!" the old man said with a wink.
"...!"
"Sweep the floor, sweep the floor, and exercise my young body. This year I will write nine million words. I am so poor that I must write until I die!"
The old man waved his hands, bowed his waist, walked unsteadily, and left while mumbling.