Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees.

Chapter 6 Ren Xia
After an hour of unpacking time.

Although I really want to complain about why there are so many ancient relics in my home, what is the origin of this old man.

But regardless of these issues for the time being, in short, I am grateful.

Bai Yu picked out seven relics from more than 30 packages.

Among the seven relics, three host the projections of Heroic Spirits, and the other four are ritual dresses.

He picked up one of the relics, which was a butterfly-shaped fan with a very peculiar shape.

The scene changed abruptly, and the memories stored in the relic flooded in like a flood, presenting illusory projections in front of Bai Yu's eyes.

What he saw was a theater. On the theater, there was a female actress dancing to her heart's content. She was dancing, her posture was swaying, and her every move was looking forward to flying. But what was completely different was that the whole theater was burning with flames. Lit in the fire, she dances in the fire, stepping on the flames with every leap.

【Ancient Relic: Butterfly Fan】

【One-Star Dress: Burning Fire】

[Durability: 51%]

[The costume data has been recorded in the wishing pool]

Bai Yu opened the butterfly fan, but this time she didn't let go of it, because it was not a heroic spirit, but a dress.

Not all ancient relics are ritual dresses, and not all ancient relics can host the will of heroes.

The dress itself contains mysterious power, which can be used directly as a weapon or a prop, but every time it is used, its durability will decrease.

And if you want to use the formal dress, you must be an extraordinary person, and ordinary people are not qualified to use the formal dress at all.

Bai Yu put down the butterfly fan and checked the records in the wishing pool.

[Heroic spirit contract has been recorded, currently 9 time]

"Here we come, for the last time."

The success probability of the Heroic Spirit Contract is very low, and the Heroic Spirit Chronicle game has no guarantee!

Whether you can get it or not depends entirely on your face.

But Bai Yu is very calm, he has the super power of the law of guarantee, and the tenth draw will definitely produce a heroic spirit.

In order to confirm whether his super powers followed the time travel, he conducted an experiment, and the answer was that there was no problem at all. He found 100 yuan in the corner of the cabinet.

The next step is to choose one of the three relics that host the projection of the heroic spirit.

In fact, there is nothing to choose. The three heroic projections are all one-star, and the state of two of them is afterimage.

A heroic spirit in the afterimage state means that its boarding will is broken. Even if it is successfully summoned, the final result may be a flawed and incomplete heroic spirit projection.

One-star heroic spirits were originally the least rare heroic spirits. If they were still broken, their combat effectiveness would hardly need to be considered.

Bai Yu looked at an orange-yellow metal bullet casing.

The consciousness residing in this bullet casing is clearer.

He reached out and took hold of the metal casing, closing his eyes.

【Confirm the relic】

The moment he touched it, Bai Yu's thoughts were pulled into the memories left in the metal bullet case.

It was an old man with gray hair. He was standing in front of a flower shop, watering the flowers in an ordinary way. An ordinary old man who looked like an ordinary old man was already out of breath after walking a few quick steps. age.

However, it 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 bent, but his eyes are sharp, without any aging or confusion.

As if he had noticed something, he turned his head and smiled, and met Bai Yu's gaze.

Bai Yu came back to his senses.

[Relic: Metal Bullet Casing]

【One-Star Heroic Spirit: Ren Xia】

【Status: full shadow】

[Heroic spirit contract has been drawn up]

[Is there a formal contract? 】

A line of fiery red text appeared directly in front of his line of sight, and the flame-like text released light, shocking his eyeballs.

For the tenth extraction of heroic spirits, the conditions have been met.

【Confirm the contract】

[The Heroic Spirit Contract has taken effect]

【Do you want to start weaving the end of the fate of 'Ren Xia'? 】

[If you refuse to weave the end of its fate, you will not be able to obtain the full panel of this heroic spirit]

"Weaving, the end of fate?"

He thought for a while, and recalled what Lao Yang said, it seems that after drawing heroic spirits in this game, a personal story is needed.

It is equivalent to a novice guide plot introducing the background and gameplay of Heroic Spirits.

So let's get started.

Bai Yu clicked to confirm weaving.

A violent musical note vibrated suddenly, thump ↑ thump ↑ thump ↑ thump ↓!

It is the opening prelude of the Symphony of Destiny.

Flame text burns to ashes.

【Start the weaving of fate】

……

On a rainy day, the rain is sparse.

The sixtieth old man sat at the door of his house, listening to the rain falling on the old roof, and the running water pattering down in the yard.

He looked gently at the girl in front of him, who was devouring the rice.

"Eat slowly, don't rush." ​​The old man poured a glass of water, blew a few mouthfuls and handed it over.

"Thank you, thank you..." She swallowed the rice, sniffed hard, hesitated for a while, took the water glass and drank it in one gulp: "I'll leave after I finish eating, and I won't cause you any more trouble..."

The girl lowered her head: "The grace of a meal, if there is a chance in the future..."

She was about to say that she would repay her, but the words stopped before she reached her mouth. She didn't know how long she could live, let alone repaying her kindness, even having enough food and clothing would be 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 she lowered her head to pick up the rice again. Big teardrops fell into the rice bowl, and she ate the bitter rice bit by bit.

Neither of them spoke, the girl didn't speak, and the old man didn't ask any questions. He just continued to play with the potted plants he raised.

Then, suddenly there was an unusually rude knock on the door, a thud-dump sound.

The girl's shoulders trembled in fright, her face turned pale, and her job was overturned.

The old man signaled that it was okay, and he stood up: "Don't be afraid, I will deal with these people."

He hunched his back, walked to the door, opened the door, the girl poked her head out slightly, and saw the group of extremists wearing colorful shirts and black suits outside the door.

I don't know what the old man said to the other party, but the group of extreme dao didn't make much noise, and they left quickly.

"It's all right." 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, and I gave them my savings." The old man said calmly.

"What!" The girl was astonished and extremely guilty: "How could this be..."

"Don't worry, it's just some money." The old man smiled openly, "I don't have much money to spend, and I still have the official pension from Fusang."

The girl lowered her head, biting her trembling lower lip.

She couldn't understand why the old man helped her so selflessly.

But she couldn't refuse, she could only accept this help.

She really had no choice but to be cornered by Ji Dao's debt collection, and these debts were not owed by herself at all!

Her father owed a huge amount of gambling debts, and all his belongings were dragged to repay the money, which was still a drop in the bucket. He could just die irresponsibly, and the debts directly drove the remaining family members to a dead end by the extreme Taoists.

She spends 24 hours a day working to earn money, and has little time to study and study. Even if she is admitted to school, she can't afford the tuition at all.

Huge debts, busy work, and study pressure all made her almost out of breath.

The debt collectors came every day, which made it almost impossible for her to find a job normally. She could only keep changing places to find odd jobs, and she couldn't find a place to live for a long time. The landlord would rush to drive her away when they saw Jidao.

Penniless, unable to find a job, and her belongings were smashed, she was almost forced to have nowhere to go.

There was no one to help her, no one to confide in, all her past friends chose to stay away by coincidence.

Even crying and shouting won't help, because big cities don't believe in tears.

Walking alone on the street in the vast rainy day, she once thought of committing suicide by jumping into the sea.

If it wasn't for the old man in the flower shop where she worked part-time, she might have died.

Up to now, she is grateful for a meal and a bed where she can sleep peacefully.

Not to mention that the old man took out all his savings to stop the extremists outside the door, there was nothing he could do in return.

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 folded her arms, showing that even in her dream, she was still closely followed by the men in black, like a nightmare that could not be dispelled.

The old man helped to cover the quilt, and at the same time found a fingernail-sized thing from her clothes... a sending device.

The old man shook his head silently. The girl thought she could escape, but it turned out that she was still in the hands of the other party.

He thumped his old waist, stood up slowly, walked to the side of the potted plant, lifted his beloved potted plant, and took 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 name that gathers dragons and eagles, quite domineering.

He didn't like the name very much later, so he changed it later, and changed his name to Jiro after leaving the eagle.

Mr. Jiro stood up and walked to 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, and he didn't have any pension at all, and all his possessions were just an old flower shop.

That said, it's 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 she wouldn't think about committing suicide when she woke up.

And the more deeply she sleeps, the better, so that she can cover up some movement outside.

He opened the door, held an umbrella, and walked out onto the avenue.

Not surprisingly, the sound of vehicles was soon heard, and the lights of the cars pierced the night, and more than a dozen extreme members rushed over with the door open in frustration.

"Old man, I think you are tired of living!"

The leader's bald head roared hideously: "You are looking for death, you dare to trick us!"

"I have a question."

The old man was holding an umbrella, and his tone was trembling uniquely when he was old: "Why did you force that child to death? Didn't I pay off the principal and interest in the debt long ago?"

"The little fee you gave in the past is not even enough to repay the interest!"

"Hmm..."

"Okay, old man, you're tired of living anyway, so it doesn't matter if I tell you the truth." Jidao cadre sneered: "Owing money to our Baichuan group means that you will never pay it off for the rest of your life. The numbers, the terms in the contract, you can change whatever you want!"

"So...you did it on purpose?"

"Of course it was intentional, otherwise could it have been accidental?" The cadre of the Jidao laughed, and the younger brother behind him also laughed maliciously: "If you owe a debt, you are doomed to be a cow and a horse for the rest of your life. Even if you commit suicide by jumping off a building, you have to take away the body, and sell the organs that can be sold! It's worthless, otherwise your ashes will have to be scattered in the rice fields..."

Suddenly, a shot rang out.

boom--!
The sound was like thunder, passing through the night of rain and frenzy.

Red and white splashes came out and landed on the faces and clothes of the people a few steps behind.

The Jidao cadre fell to the ground, with a hollow hole in his forehead.

In the torrential rain, the old man's back, which had been bent for more than ten years, slowly straightened.

It was only at this time that everyone noticed that the old man who was always bent over was actually a tall man with a height of nearly two meters. He had an amazingly burly figure when he was young.

"I've fully understood."

The old man raised his muzzle with green smoke, pointed at the group of extreme Taoists: "You, all of you, deserve to die!"

(End of this chapter)