"Innate magic? Naughty..." The old man said while knocking the chimney in his hand. My brain cannon was interrupted by an invisible barrier in front of him.
But I'm not afraid. I have a hunch that if my real body is exposed, I should be worthy of this old man.
"Okay, turtle. You don't belong here, do you want to come with me? Otherwise, in your current state, you will be discovered by some interested people soon, and you will be worse off than dead."
As the old man spoke, he gestured with his eyes to the person who had just disappeared between heaven and earth. He was talking about the ant nest.
"That little girl should be from Jianghai City, right? If my guess is right, you should have been discovered by a ball of fire, and then the ball of fire used some secret methods to give you spiritual intelligence, so that you can survive in these years.
Jianghaichuan lives a peaceful life without any rejection."
The old man's words made me stunned. I knew he was talking about Chen Kun. But it seemed that everything deviated from his expectations.
For a moment, I didn't seem to know what was true and what was false. Fortunately, I took advantage of it. I stretched out my head and nodded slowly.
"It's true. There are many things like ancient coins in the world. They should have been passed down by the little girl's ancestors. Its function is also very simple, which is to lock the spiritual energy in the world. If you accidentally hit it, you can open it.
Ling, because your turtle lineage has very little dragon power in your blood, maybe it was some kind of accidental coincidence that made you awaken. This kind of thing has happened too many times in recent years..."
The old man looked like he was sure of victory, and seemed to have looked at me upside down.
Combining everything that happened before, I feel that both he and Chen Kun are talking to themselves. I conclude that Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai are correct.
The old man asked me again if I wanted to leave with him. I didn't look down on him or look at him. I also fell into deep thought.
Mr. Zhao did have a trick. He set up a big table of food in the middle of the yard. After all, Mr. Zhao was a member of the martial arts world, so he was still doubtful at first. The old man found him annoying, so he put his hand on his head. No way.
After a while, I knew it from Master Zhao's eyes.
The old man was his ancestor. Seeing that the old man asked me twice whether I wanted to leave with him, he invited me to a seat at the dinner table.
There came two elites who looked like secretaries. They kept telling me how they would take care of Xiaoya’s three children and how to deal with Xiaomu’s gambling mentality.
What he said was clear and logical, so I remained silent. For a long time, with a hoarse voice, I tried to open my mouth towards the old man.
"Wait...three...years..."
The old man was stunned for a moment. Then a look of shock appeared in his eyes.
"Born with intelligence? You are so amazing." After saying this, Mr. Zhao quickly explained my situation. The old man remained silent and smoked a whole bag of yellow cigarettes.
"I'll pick you up in three years." The old man didn't eat anything, so he sent a car to take him away.
The biggest blessing is that Mr. Zhao never said that I can hold a pen and write...
Three years is both a long time and a short time. For me, there is no difference. I still ignored Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai. I didn’t drink either. I ate whatever I wanted.
Mr. Zhao directly vacated a room for me. The decoration was very generous. It can be said that basically even he himself did not live as well as me, a turtle.
I just wandered around in the yard when I had nothing to do. Otherwise, I would pretend to be dead. From time to time, someone would report to me about the current situation of the three siblings, and I would listen patiently and nod towards the person who reported to me.
Every death anniversary, I would go to the tombstone circle of Xiaoya and Song Lin. Mr. Zhao gave me enough pomp and ceremony. Song Lin was also his own benefactor.
Dozens of black Mercedes-Benz cars and a group of ponies all dressed in dragons and painted phoenixes followed me to the tombstone.
Mr. Zhao has a great reputation. Looking at Song Lili's flirtatious look, I can't explain how I feel.
In the first year, Xiaomu didn't come, but Song Lili came, and Song Xin also came. They saw how Master Zhao treated me, and started a new round of show. I didn't care. Privately, Master Zhao helped them a lot.
The next year, they all came. I saw that Xiaomu's expression became much normal. Master Zhao was indeed very good at dealing with gamblers. I still ignored all three of them.
I stayed with Xiaoya and Song Lin. The amazing thing is that when Mr. Zhao was here, everyone acted like a father and a son...
In the third year, I came early. Xiaomu has become a normal person. He must have suffered a lot. But seeing that his mental state is very good, I feel completely relieved.
In front of the tombstone, in front of the three of them, he stretched out his paw and added a sentence under the tombstone.
"As a family, let's live a good life."
Maybe it's time. Maybe it's conscience. Maybe it's Master Zhao's method, or maybe it's Xiaoya's teachings to them over the years.
After I finished carving this sentence, the three siblings looked at each other and seemed to have forgiven everything...
And after three years, I became completely happy.
"I will come back when I have time. I have a lot of things going on. I also have a wife, who is a dragon. I have to save her."
After I said this, Xiaoya and Song Lin's smiles were still so bright and pure. I seemed to hear them talking to me.
Song Lin: Come on. We believe in you!
Xiaoya: Liuliu, you can definitely do it!
…
The old man arrived as scheduled. He had not changed at all from three years ago, except that he took me with him, and Mr. Zhao sent a car to take us to Guyan City.
I haven’t been to this place for decades, so my memory is a little blurry. But when I entered the antique city, I still felt a chill on my tortoise shell.
Countless terrifying atmospheres filled the antique city. A few decades ago, I was very weak and my perception was not that profound. But now I seem to feel something different.
What Chen Kun said seems to be right. Many things are sleeping, and many things are slowly waking up.
The old man didn't talk much along the way. It wasn't until we got to the antique city that I realized something was wrong with the old man.
When he entered the antique city, he felt too weak in an instant. Compared to the feeling outside, he was not even one-tenth as strong as he felt outside.
But he no longer had that calm look. He held me in one hand and held a cigarette butt in the other hand, walking anxiously towards his own shop.
His shop is still the same as it was decades ago. It's very messy. There's nothing special about it. It just has a big yard at the back.
The moment I stepped into the yard, I was completely stunned.
There are antiques everywhere. They look very valuable at first glance. But these are not the point.
The smell coming from the antiques is what makes my turtle's back explode...