Reincarnation Paradise: Abyss Guardian

Chapter 6 Action
How would you feel if you woke up to someone with their hand on your neck and a powerful weapon in the other?
Qiu Ao couldn't understand it, but he knew from Claire's expression that this feeling shouldn't be too good.

The trust relationship between the predecessor and the other party has become precarious because of his actions that he never concealed.

"You're really weird today."

"Qiu, why do you know this and do these things?"

The two are outside the church.

Under the sun, Claire crossed her arms, and she looked in a terrible state, as if she couldn't believe it, and she seemed to be questioning.

"Claire, I know you have a lot of questions, but please give me some time, and I will tell you all about it after this matter is over."

"Believe me."

Qiu Ao held Claire's face with both hands and gently rubbed it, his tone was sincere, and his eyes were full of affection.

"I...well, Qiu, don't lie to me."

"Give me a call, we should go back."

"Ah."

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When I got home again, the sun had already set.

Qiu Ao locked the doors and windows, and took out the white treasure chest.

[Treasure Chest (White) Yes/No Open. 】

Choose to open, the treasure chest is opened silently, leaving a few things behind and then disappearing.

[You opened the treasure chest (white) and got the following items]

[Klein (Arnold) Soul's Memory Fragment]

【Arnold's Little Sword】

[10 Paradise Coins]

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Arnold's Little Sword (White)
Origin: Clown

Durability: 10/45
Attack power: 5~15 (calculated according to stabbing strength)
Equipment requirements: 2 points of strength can be used, and strength and agility of more than 4 points can be used flexibly.

Rating: 5
Introduction: The weapon forged by Lauken imitating the noble sword was given to Arnold as a birthday present, and disappeared after the latter was sacrificed.

Price: 5 Paradise Coins (this item is based on justice and can be taken out of the world)
The sword is very thin, and even if the triangular blade is rusty now, it will not affect a precise and fierce attack with it. Qiu Ao suspected that the wooden hilt was rotten, and turned it around a few times to find that it was not.

Qiu Ao took out his gloves and put them on, and stabbed him a few times with his sword.

Less than one meter in length, evenly weighted and light, this sword feels good in the hand. If it wasn't like this, it would definitely be a pretty good weapon.

pity.

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When I touched the last memory fragment, my eyes suddenly changed, as if I was watching a slide show and quickly skipped the scenes.

"Is this human memory?"

Qiu Ao had some doubts about Arnold's human identity that he inferred, because this memory was too distorted. In the black and red picture, all life became a moving piece of flesh with a certain shape.

Most of these memories are devouring these pieces of meat, like an unsatisfied meat grinder.

Only two images stand out.

One is a man who gave Arnold a beautiful weapon, and the other is a man who cut Arnold's body with a knife.

Combined with Xiaojian's introduction, this man is Lauken.

"This is Klein's birth?"

Qiu Ao didn't know whether his guess was right or not, but it was obviously not important, no matter what kind of speculation he had, it couldn't affect him.

It's just a matter of habit to think about these things.

Get a good night's rest and go to the main task tomorrow.

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No. 23 Baden Street, the next morning, after breakfast, Qiu Ao came here early.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

The dog in the yard was barking at Qiu Ao, which naturally attracted the owner's attention.

The owner is an old man who looks a little old, his hair and beard are already half white, his body is a bit crooked, and he has round eyes.

"Hello, I'm a new neighbor, I brought you a gift, can I go in and have a sit?"

"……certainly."

Qiu Ao raised his left hand, indicating the cream cake he just bought from the cake shop this morning.

The old man opened the door for Qiu Ao, and gave him an embarrassed smile: "I don't know what happened to it today, it usually doesn't call like that."

"It's okay, maybe I don't like it."

Qiu Ao followed behind the old man, watching the dog quietly, and it didn't take more than 3 seconds from the barking to Jing Yin's tail.

"It looks familiar to you."

The old man turned his head and saw the back of the dog burrowing back into the den, he didn't feel anything wrong, shrugged, opened the door and invited Qiu Ao in.

"Want a cup of coffee?"

The old man stood in front of the coffee machine with his back to Qiu Ao.

"No trouble, may I ask, is Klein's skin at your house, sir?"

Arnold's small sword appeared in his hand out of thin air. After being polished last night, its edge has become much sharper.

"Don't turn around, don't move."

Qiu Ao put the sword on the old man's neck, stopping the old man from turning around.

"Hands up, slow down."

The blade cut through a trace of skin precisely, which made the old man calm down a lot. While yelling not to be impulsive, he slowly raised his hands.

Sure enough, a delicate pistol was in his right hand.

"Sneak attack is not a good habit, sir."

"Put the gun away."

咚

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"Klein's skin has been worn."

Qiu Ao tentatively told the news, but the old man responded silently. He guessed that the priest should have said something to him.

"I don't know what the priest told you, but please tell me where Klein's skin is."

It can be seen from the old man's act of preparing to keep him when he entered the house, how close the relationship between him and the priest is. Since it is useless to present the facts, Qiu Ao plans to change the way of negotiation.

his usual way.

"Three seconds, if you refuse to speak, I will stab your left arm with a sword first."

"three."

"two."

"one."

laugh!
Before the words were finished, the little sword passed through the old man's left upper arm, and blood flowed out, but the old man held back and did not make a sound.

"Very bearable? This time it's the right thigh, two swords."

When the countdown ended, the old man wanted to dodge without any surprise, but unfortunately he was already old and his movements were far less swift than Qiu Ao.

Thighs, ankles, calves, arms, and finally after the left ear fell to the ground, the old man couldn't hold on any longer and screamed.

The music on the stereo completely covered the old man's miserable cry.

"Want to attract the neighbor's attention by screaming? I guessed it."

"You... devil!"

"Demon? Me? Compared to me who destroyed Klein, you who hid Klein's whereabouts with the priest are more like demons."

Qiu Ao lifted the old man's chin with his sword, and his expression became very serious: "I'll ask you one more time. Klein's skin has been put on by someone. Who touched it in the end? Answer me honestly, otherwise, this Is it your daughter?"

Qiu Ao took the photo from the coffee table and pointed at the smiling woman snuggling up beside the old man, his meaning was self-evident.

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