The end of the world starts with failing the exam

Before, "I" had been preparing for the kindergarten education qualification certificate.

"Okay, that's it, I'm going to sleep."

As soon as Chen Boxu finished speaking, he turned over and got out of bed, but before the overjoyed Chen Jing got up to see him off, he stopped first and turned around to ask.

"Where did you get that thing in your arms?"

At this time, Chen Jing had already stood up and turned on the lamp on the bedside table.

He followed Chen Bofu's gaze and looked down. He saw that the Holy Grail in his arms was indeed a metal instrument, which was consistent with his initial analysis by touching it.

The overall shape of the Holy Grail is actually more like an hourglass, but the upper part is larger than the lower part, and there is a vertical spike in the upper part of the cup, which smells vaguely of blood.

There are many raised twisted patterns on the metal surface of the cup. They are connected and intertwined with each other, outlining dozens of totems with unknown meanings...or some kind of text?

According to the details on the light screen, the Holy Grail seemed to be incomplete, but through observation, Chen Jing could not see where it was incomplete.

The Yellow King's incomplete Holy Grail...

Who is King Huang?

An NPC in the world?

"Pick it up."

Chen Jing answered bravely, not knowing whether the old man would believe it.

"Where did you pick it up?" Chen Boxu asked.

"I saw it on the side of the road when I got out of the car. I thought it looked pretty and picked it up..."

Chen Jing carefully composed a lie, and when the old man remained silent, he asked again.

"Why are you looking so serious...Did I do something wrong..."

"I didn't do anything wrong, just..."

Chen Bofu sighed and looked away from the Holy Grail.

"This thing is unlucky. Throw it away tomorrow."

"Do you know it?" Chen Jing was startled, thinking that this was given by the examiner, or at worst it was given by a god. How could he say it was unlucky and ask me to throw it away if he disagreed with me?

"I don't recognize it, but I can tell it's an ancient relic."

Hearing the words "ancient relics" pop out of Chen Boxu's mouth, Chen Jing couldn't help but be stunned for a while...

and many more.

Are the rewards given by the examiner directly related to this other world?

Or rather...

Are these things originally from the other world? ?

"What are ancient relics?"

Chen Jing regretted asking this question subconsciously, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat, because he didn't know if his original "self" had asked this question.

But then I thought about it, and it didn’t matter if I asked.

Didn’t you give the old man vaccinations before?

I'm forgetful!

"Don't ask me about this anymore. I wouldn't tell you before, and I won't tell you now..." Chen Bofu smiled and reached out to take away the Holy Grail in Chen Jing's arms, "Grandpa, throw it away for you. .”

"This thing looks quite expensive!" Chen Jing hurriedly refused, holding on to the Holy Grail and refusing to let go.

"How can you be so stingy with your grandma...forget it."

Chen Bofu shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked out of the room, muttering softly.

"You can keep it if you want...you don't know how to use this thing anyway..."

The old man spoke very softly, but Chen Jing still heard him.

I don't know how to use it?

It also comes with an instruction manual!

It wasn't until he heard the sound of the door closing that Chen Jing breathed a sigh of relief, but he suddenly became vigilant because he discovered that the old man didn't follow martial ethics.

Is it fun to creep into your grandson’s bed at night and scare him?

I'm not an old lady!

Remembering that he was scared half to death by the old man before, Chen Jing kicked off the quilt with anger and fear and checked for a while. After making sure that everything was fine, he hugged the Holy Grail and prepared to go to bed.

But a few seconds passed.

He sat up again as if sleepwalking, and nervously lifted the quilt again.

still none.

"Now I can sleep peacefully..."

Chen Jing let out a long sigh of relief. He felt like he was about to be scared out of his mind by the old man...

In fact, don't talk about him.

Who would be afraid of this kind of thing?

That old man walked so silently!

And I didn’t hear the door ring!

So how did he get in...

Chen Jing thought about it for more than ten minutes but still couldn't figure it out. In the end, his mind became dizzy and he started to feel sleepy.

He yawned tiredly, raised the quilt slightly, covering half of his face, and got ready to sleep.

But at this moment, the familiar voice came again.

"My dear grandson? Are you asleep?"

"I……"

Chen Jing swallowed back the word "Cao" and looked at the head that passed through the wall and appeared on the bedside. He was so frightened that he immediately became energetic.

"I didn't scare you, did I?" Chen Boxu seemed a little guilty.

"What do you think?" Chen Jing couldn't help asking, and then touched his pants. Fortunately, they were dry.

"Oh, I just suddenly remembered and forgot to remind you..."

"what's up?"

"Don't go to your Aunt Hong these days. The 'Moon Sacrifice Period' is coming soon, and their family is in great danger... You should still remember this, right?"

Can I say I don’t remember?

Chen Jing couldn't help but complain in his heart.

But what is the month of worship?

Their family is in great danger... How should we understand this sentence?

Chen Jing felt even more confused.

"The mother and son are not as good as grandpa and me. The lower-ranking ancestors can't see the moonlight of the lunar month. They will go crazy when they see it... I'm going to sleep. I really fell asleep this time. You should rest quickly!"

Chen Bofu left these words, and then slowly retracted his head into the wall...

It was also at this time that Chen Jing realized that this old man could really walk through walls.

It’s like a fucking ghost!

"Low-level descendants..." Chen Jing murmured in his heart, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, "Since there are low-level...it should mean that there are also middle-level and high-level..."

Is this a hierarchy of strength?

What are the ancient descendants?

Are they the aborigines with superpowers?

The more I think about it, the sleepier I feel.

Chen Jing yawned and felt that he really should sleep, otherwise he would have to die, but before going to bed, he was going to do another experiment.

"grandfather?"

"Hey! My dear grandson, I'm here!"

Sure enough, Chen Jing just shouted tentatively, and the old man who had said he was going to bed appeared out of nowhere, but this time he didn't come out of the wall, but from the floor... No, to be precise, from the floor. In the crack of the door.

Like a paper man.

First, half of the body squeezed out from the crack in the door, and then slowly bulged up. The scene was coupled with the crisp sound of the bones resetting, not to mention how scary it was...

But Chen Jing is not very scared now.

It just turned into an emoticon package of "old man on the subway looking at his cell phone.jpg".

"I'm really going to sleep this time. If you want me to live a few more years to stay with you, stop scaring me. Can you walk in through the gate openly next time?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Good night."

"Um...what is good night?"

……

Chen Jing slept deeply this time.

I almost didn't wake up again during the trip.

If you count since graduating from college, this should be the best sleep that Chen Jing, who suffers from neurasthenia, has ever had.

It wasn't until he heard an exclamation from the living room at noon that Chen Jing woke up in a daze.

"It's broken! Let these owners run away! What a mess!"

When Chen Jing walked out of the bedroom sleepily, Chen Bofu was gnashing his teeth and jumping around in the living room, obviously extremely angry.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"It's broken, it's broken, the money tree is gone..." Chen Bofu said with a grimace.

"What kind of money tree is it?"

Chen Jing yawned nonstop and wanted to go back to sleep again, but when he took a closer look at Chen Bofu's jumping feet, he suddenly lost all sleep.

of course.

He was even more curious about the pile of real estate deeds piled on the ground like a hill.

"Okay..." Chen Jing thought to himself, looking at the red books calmly, "There are at least a hundred real estate certificates in this stack... Are these all my houses?"

With great expectation and half curiosity, Chen Jing stepped forward and picked up a book to read, but was immediately disappointed.

The owner's name... I don't recognize.

It's not Chen Jing's.

Nor does it belong to grandpa Chen Boxu.

"Where did these real estate certificates come from?" Chen Jing couldn't help but ask.

"The day before yesterday, I asked the landlord to deduct it. If I don't deduct it, they won't give me the property fee!" Chen Bofu stomped his feet angrily.

"Oh...they haven't handed it in yet?"

"It was handed in yesterday morning."

"Then what are you..."

“Today’s payment hasn’t been handed in yet!”

When Chen Bofu talked about this, he became very angry. He looked aggrieved and almost burst into tears. He looked like an old country man who had just entered the city to sell goods and was deceived with counterfeit money.

"Is the property fee paid on a daily basis?" Chen Jing asked tentatively.

"That's not true. It is paid annually. I was mainly afraid that they would not pay it in the future, so I asked them to pay more... Look!"

As the old man spoke, he took out a pile of receipts from under the coffee table and handed them to Chen Jing.