Tinker Not With Relics Chapter 10

Erick Qi watched helplessly as the group of ghosts, who originally had green faces and fangs, suddenly showed fear on their faces and scattered like hornets that had lost their nest, trying to escape through walls and underground and disappear without a trace.

But obviously, their movements were not faster than the flash of the sword.

Dozens of long and narrow cold lights tore through the dark night filled with ghosts in the house, and one by one, they pierced straight through the eyebrows of those wild ghosts.

Erick Qi felt dazzled for a moment, and was so dazzled by the light that he couldn't even open his eyes. He heard the old lady wail, and then the bowl in her hand fell to the ground with a "bang". Just by listening to the sound, he knew that it must have broken into pieces.

In the chaos, he only saw a dark golden knife light flash past his eyes like a meteor, stirring up a gust of wind in front of his forehead, and then with a "bang" it nailed less than half a meter away from his head, making a buzzing sound.

The sound of the long knife entering the ground seemed like a conclusion, which decisively ended the chaos of ghosts in the house tonight without any delay.

After blinking away the remaining knife shadow in his eyes, the first thing Erick Qi saw was a small tuft of hair that was cut off from his forehead.

The black mass was just floating past the tip of his nose, and fell to the ground with despair. A gust of wind came in through the sieve-like door, blowing it away without leaving a single strand.

Erick Qi: ...

But compared to him who only lost a few hairs, the other non-human creatures in the house were much more miserable.

Next to the broken bowl, the cruel old lady was lying on the ground. Her hands, which were originally holding the bowl to feed Erick Qi medicine, were now nailed to the ground by two daggers. The sharp blades pierced through the back of her hands, with most of them not entering the ground, and the remaining half was shining with a cold light.

Erick Qi heard her still hissing and gasping for air. He took a closer look and found that her skin where the blade had cut was turning black little by little, as if it had been burned, and even gave off a slight burnt smell.

As for the group of wild ghosts who were as angry as weasels seeing a chicken when they saw Erick Qi...

At this time, everyone had a short knife between their eyebrows, which was nailed all over the wall. The knives were fluttering in the wind and making rustling sounds like the United Nations conference.

Erick Qi couldn't move his hands and feet. He turned his head with difficulty to admire the view, but unfortunately he twisted his neck.

The angle at which he froze and couldn't move was right next to the knife which was less than half a meter away from his head.

Unlike the short knives nailed all over the room, this knife was much longer and more exquisite.

The knife is narrow and thin, with a single edge and a slight arc. There is a blade shaped like animal teeth on the back. It looks ferocious but not without beauty. The casting from the blade to the blade head is impeccable. The only regret is that the handle is incomplete and has no handle.

When Erick Qi saw this life-saving knife, his jaw, which had not moved all night, finally fell off with a click.

Isn't this Director Frank's precious dragon tooth? Why is it here in such a cool and arrogant posture?

Erick Qi finally began to feel that this knife nailed to the ground was not here to end a ridiculous night, but was obviously going to lead everything to an even more ridiculous place.

The dragon tooth was thrown out... Could it be that Director Frank came to save him? !

He couldn't turn his twisted neck, so he could only look in the direction of the knife, holding his breath and listening to the noise outside the door, waiting for Director Frank to push the door open.

However, he found out the next second that the nonsense he imagined was too naive...

Because he didn't wait for the familiar footsteps of the middle-aged fat man outside the door, but saw the dragon tooth in front of him suddenly surrounded by golden light, and the intertwined light and shadow enveloped the entire knife.

Erick Qi only felt that the ground where he was lying suddenly trembled, and the knife nailed into the ground seemed to be pulled out, and kept getting longer... until it exceeded its original length of one foot and six inches, and this change did not seem to stop at all.

The golden light around the blade became brighter and brighter, so bright that the blade itself could no longer be seen.

Erick Qi stared in amazement as the ball of golden light grew higher and higher...it was almost reaching two meters!

This Fcuking thing doesn't look like the height of a normal knife!!!

As expected, the ball of golden light did not transform into the shape of a knife, but took on the outline of a human figure, gradually becoming fainter, and finally disappearing completely...

The dragon tooth that was originally nailed to the ground disappeared after the golden light faded, and instead, a tall man stood there.

Erick Qi: ...

He looked at the man, opened his mouth, opened it again, and opened it again, but still couldn't utter a word.

"Yo--" the man looked down at him, his tone as always carrying a tone that made him want to be beaten, "Can't you yawn or sneeze?"

After being prodded by him, Erick Qi finally found his voice and said in surprise: "Team Leader Nathan?! Why are you here?!"

Longya frowned and said "tsk", with a look of disgust: "Stupid... didn't you see how I got here just now?!"

Erick Qi was a little dazed: "...I saw it, I'll confirm it."

Longya sneered: "Ha! You look so helpless now, but weren't you quite calm when you hit me with a file and a welding gun a few days ago?"

... Erick Qi, "That's because I didn't see the great transformation."

"Now that you've seen your magic trick, and you've played dumb enough, could you please move your front and hind paws and get up from the ground? Are you addicted to acting like a paraplegic?! Let's go!" Longya glanced at him from under his eyelids and almost poked him impatiently with his toes.

Erick Qi laughed dryly: "My neck is twisted and I can't move."

Dragon Fang: ...

Erick Qi: "Some drugs may have been put on my hands and feet, and I have no feeling at the moment."

Dragon Fang: ...

Erick Qi maintained that posture with an innocent look on his face, staring at Long Ya without blinking.

Longya said irritably: "How come you can cause so much trouble every day! Can you give yourself a break once in a while?" After saying that, he put on a "reluctant condescending" face, bent down, picked up Erick Qi and carried him directly on his shoulders, revealing the ultimate bandit spirit.

The moment he was carried on his shoulders, Erick Qi's head fell down due to inertia. With a "click" sound, his twisted neck was easily straightened.

It can be seen that Longya is not only a fierce bandit, but also has some skills as a barefoot doctor.

Uncle Long probably felt that carrying a living person was already tiring enough, and even though he had one hand free, he was too lazy to lift a finger to open the door.

Erick Qi, who was hanging upside down, only saw his left hand snapping its fingers, and the short knives on the wall began to buzz. Before Erick Qi could react, he felt the whole house shaking twice, and then with a "boom", it collapsed.

Erick Qi: ... I've seen lazy people, but I've never seen anyone lazy enough to do such evil.

The house collapsed very neatly, like a peeled orange peel, with the walls and roof falling on all sides. In short, Long Ya who was standing in the house and Erick Qi who was being carried were not hurt at all.

Until the clear moonlight poured down without any hindrance, Erick Qi looked at the collapsed house again. It was no longer the same as he had seen outside the yard before. The wall that had fallen to the ground was covered with black scorch marks, the beams also looked like they had been burned, and the weeds at the foot of the wall were taller than a person.

Apparently, the old lady and her missing accomplice transformed a burned-down house into the two-story building that Erick Qi saw.

Because his perspective was now higher and his field of vision was wider, Erick Qi saw a figure that he had not noticed before.

"Hey, Team Leader Nathan." He frowned and tried to look at the person lying on the ground behind the fire. He couldn't help but patted Longya, "Can you take a few steps towards the fire? There's a person lying there."

Longya's hair stood on end: "Where are you going to shoot?! Do you think I'm a remote control car and I'll go wherever you say?!"

Although he said he was not happy about it, Longya still walked around the old lady who was lying on the ground, dying, and walked to the fire. He raised his noble dragon foot with disgust, and used his toes to turn the person over.

When Erick Qi found this person, he thought of the sound he heard before when he didn't open his eyes. If he guessed correctly, the guy who conspired with the old lady should have escaped as easily as possible and would never bring any burden with him. The muffled sound of something falling to the ground at that time was probably the sound of this person falling to the ground.

And this person should be Ryan Xu who was possessed by that dirty thing.

Because he never believed that the real Ryan Xu would treat him like that.

As it turned out, Erick Qi's guess was not wrong at all. After the man was knocked over by Long Ya, a familiar face of Erick Qi was revealed.

Although Ryan Xu's face no longer had the vitality he usually had when he was awake, it was much softer than before on the path.

"he..."

Before Erick Qi finished speaking, Long Ya knew what he wanted to ask. He glanced at the person on the ground and interrupted Erick Qi, saying, "He's still breathing, he just fainted."

Erick Qi heaved a sigh of relief, then hesitated for a moment and said, "Team Leader Nathan, this man is my friend, can you please -"

"No!" Longya said firmly, with a sullen look on his face: "Carrying one is enough for me, how can I bear to carry two! Are you stupid? Hiss - at most I can drag them back by the ankles."

Erick Qi: ... After dragging the car back through the rubble and ice, does Ryan Xu still have any dignity left?!

But before he could say anything, Longya changed his mind... because he really didn't want to use his hands to grab Yuchun's mortal feet.

Longya hesitated for less than two seconds between "contributing his noble shoulders, or dirtying his noble hands to grab other people's feet". Finally, he picked up Ryan Xu and threw him on his shoulders very unhappily. However, he had no friendship with Ryan Xu at all, so he carried him very perfunctorily, as if saying "even if you fall to the ground and smash your face into the mud, it's none of my business".

I thought the whole thing was over, but when Longya turned around and prepared to walk out, Erick Qi, who was hanging on his shoulder, watched the old lady who was originally lying on the ground and had no sound, struggle for a while, and then, as if she had used up all her life's strength, she raised her hand from the ground.

The hands had been burned black by the two daggers. Erick Qi even suspected that the moment he raised his hands, they would be completely carbonized and shattered into ashes.

However, the old lady seemed to be unable to care about these things. The moment Longya passed by, she suddenly stood up and grabbed Erick Qi's hands hanging behind Longya with her two charred hands.

Erick Qi: ...

The saying "you pick on the weak" is indeed an eternal truth.

Longya felt his right shoulder sink. He paused, frowned, and turned back. He saw the old lady holding Erick Qi.

He made a "tsk" sound and whispered: "You are courting death if you keep haunting me!"

"Don't expect me to have any respect for the elderly and the young towards an old immortal like you who is planning to take people's lives! Besides, if you really think about it, it is you who should respect me--" As soon as the last word fell, a flash of knife appeared at Longya's feet. As long as he kicked down with this kick, this sinister old lady would be sure to be scared to death.

"Please..." Unexpectedly, the old lady shivered, struggled to move to the side, and then raised her head and said to Erick Qi: "Please help me..."

That old and light voice was exactly the one Erick Qi had heard in his dream. From Erick Qi's angle, he could see the skinny arm of the old lady in her sleeve, and she was wearing the stolen gold-inlaid white jade bracelet. However, the bracelet was not as smooth as the mutton fat in the display case, but was gray, as if all the energy inside had escaped. It was indescribably suitable for this equally lifeless old lady.

Longya is probably the typical person who responds to soft words and not to hard words, but he still gets angry when he responds to soft words.

But the old lady in front of him was obviously not someone he would tolerate, so he just paused for a moment and then impatiently said, "Are you done yet? You're always picking on the weak! Ask him to help you? What can he do for you?! Why didn't you think about him helping you when you were pouring horse urine on someone just now?! Get out of the way!"

Just as Longya was about to lift his foot, the old lady shrank back, let go of Erick Qi's hand, and took out something like a token from her bosom and handed it over hurriedly: "Yes, yes! I, I have this! I, I have this!"