"Oops! Chen Long, something bad has happened. The balance of yin and yang has begun to be disrupted!"
San Francisco, Chinatown.
On the usually peaceful street, a surprised roar broke the tranquility, causing passers-by to look at a shop called Dad's Antique Shop, and then walked away without having anything to do with themselves.
Dad's antique shop is a legendary place, but it seems very ordinary, because there is a top decent mage living here, but he is secretly doing ordinary business in the metropolis.
A middle-aged man named Chen Long reluctantly put down the history book in his hand: "Dad, stop playing magic games. I'm very busy. Someone asked me to go to Bavaria to be a guide. I've been supplementing my knowledge recently."
An old man in his seventies, wearing a brown wool sweater and reading glasses, suddenly raised his head, put his fingers together and threw them on Chen Long's forehead in fear.
In a cry of pain, the old man said seriously: "Do you think dad is joking? You don't understand at all. The year of disaster is coming, and now there are such big changes. If you don't pay attention, there will definitely be problems."
Chen Long quickly rubbed his forehead with a look of pain on his face. After listening to his father's words, he said perfunctorily: "Ah, I'm so scared. What should I do? It's all up to you, dad. I'll continue reading for a while. "
After saying that, he put down the hand that was rubbing his forehead, turned a page of the book about the history of Bavaria in his hand, and continued to look at the words and pictures on it with relish.
The father paused, raised his hand and put it down again, and in the end he could only say angrily: "None of it is useful. Your cousin Xinxin's daughter will come here to go to school soon. You should prepare yourself."
"Well, okay, um..." Chen Long didn't listen to what his father said and continued reading perfunctorily.
Dad glanced at it, said nothing, turned around, and rummaged for something in the study room, which was as large as Daolong's collection of books.
What a... troublesome time.
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At night, the bright moon hangs high.
The slums of San Francisco are actually quite deserted at night, because in this country, security is reserved for wealthy people, and the cheapest handguns can be bought in stores for a few dozen dollars, so even if there is no curfew, what's the point? There weren't that many people coming out at night.
Only some drunkards on the roadside and some black people who secretly smoke some bad things in the corner have gained some popularity, but it is these people who make the security here even more chaotic.
Luo Qing glanced at these scum with disgust, and asked in a disgusted tone: "Master, what are you doing here? Are you going to eradicate gangs and eliminate evil?"
Daolong just ignored the drug addicts and alcoholics, and then explained in a kind tone:
"Although we are in the Age of Ending Law, there is a large population in the world, and there will always be some inheritors of witchcraft. Although they have little strength, they have great advantages over ordinary people, so some wizards or mages will use their abilities to Make enough money.”
"And when these wizards and mages meet too much, a black market is formed. There are warriors and killers in these black markets. Many things that cannot be bought on the surface will appear on the black market, but these are difficult to be fair in the face of technology. And these places are generally in places that the authorities don’t want to control.”
"And pursuing those spells restricted by the power of the zodiac requires some special materials."
Luo Qing looked at his master in surprise, and muttered with some complaints: "You haven't brought me here for five years."
Daolong felt a little funny, and even asked speechlessly: "Is it because I didn't bring you here? Who held the books of the Great Master of China four years ago and didn't let go?"
Luo Qing curled his lips, wasn't it because of his own physical problem? Besides, my master only robs people and makes magic materials. He is a dead man. What fun is there in going out with him?
Daolong glanced at him. The chance of immortality was right in front of him. This boy who was almost expelled from the school discovered it. He was in a good mood recently and allowed him to be a little more arrogant.
The two of them were walking in increasingly dirty alleys, and some drug addicts would get confused looking at Daolon's strange costumes.
It was a black man. His eyes were red and his whole body was shaking strangely. He took out a gun from his arms and pointed it at the two of them. He shouted loudly: "Give me the money!"
Luo Qing glanced at him and continued to follow his master, completely ignoring him.
"Hurry up, you two yellow-skinned monkeys, give me money, or I'll shoot you!" The black man was ignored, the madness in his eyes became more exaggerated, extremely terrifying, and his tone was even hoarse, as if he was looking at a beast. feel.
Daolong frowned slightly, paused slightly, and an unintelligible syllable came out of his throat, and then continued to walk forward with his little apprentice.
Behind him, the black man's eyes were filled with anger, and he pointed his pistol directly at the two men, preparing to pull the trigger.
But the next moment, his eyes bulged outwards, Qiqiao gradually turned bright red, and he slowly fell to the ground. There was no chance to pull the trigger from the beginning to the end.
Apprentices and ordinary mages may still be wary of firearms, but senior dark wizards can easily kill people invisible.
This is the absolute suppression of ordinary life by the extraordinary, and only those who practice martial arts all year round and have magic protection can slightly struggle with magic.
Luo Qing's expression did not change at all, he just silently followed his master's footsteps. They were just dead people. People were sometimes one of his master's magic materials. He had long been able to ignore them.
As the surrounding buildings become more and more deserted, some abandoned buildings also appear on the roadside. Correspondingly, the population here has become even sparser. If there were no bright moon and stars in the sky, the world would be darkest at this moment.
Something familiar appeared in Luo Qing's eyes. He raised his brows and asked, "Formation? Is there anyone strong?"
A smile appeared on Daolong's face. Serious study is always a good quality, especially when the person who studies seriously is his disciple.
He explained: "No, this is just a simple Feng Shui technique, but it also requires a little magic power."
"Feng Shui? So low-level?" Luo Qing was speechless. Feng Shui was an apprentice of a Formation Master. They could only use some spiritual objects to simply change some of the magnetic fields of heaven and earth. Even he, who had no magic power at the moment, could do it.
Formation masters can be regarded as coming from the same discipline as magic. It is said that Basha, the King of Water in ancient times, practiced the formation method to the extreme. It is even said that the formation method was created by Basha, but it has been too long and there is no way to know. Check it out.
And Luo Qing said that this is also the reason for low-level people. People who have broken through the apprentice level have magic power in their bodies. The things they set up are called formations. Those who are not at the level of formations are called Feng Shui, so this is really not him. Arrogance or something.
"Low-level? It doesn't matter, but this Feng Shui bureau is very strong and uses the environment to the extreme. It's just one opportunity away from forming a formation." Daolong nodded, not completely denying Luo Qing's words.
The two continued walking into the open space, and suddenly felt that they had passed through a thin film. Instantly, there was some light in the dark area.
Stalls appeared one after another before Luo Qing's eyes, showing the true dark side of the world.
There are actually not many stalls, only about thirty. Some stalls are illuminated by table lamps, and some are illuminated by magic lighting to show their identity. They look like street stalls in a night market.
There are not many people wandering around at a glance, and everyone is wearing a mask and hood, making them very mysterious.
However, Luo Qing and Daolong, who were aboveboard, attracted a lot of attention.
Luo Qing frowned, but didn't say anything. Daolong was the strongest dark wizard among humans, and he was his disciple, so of course he didn't need to cover up.
In the supernatural world, except for a person named Dad, the rest can basically be ignored.
The two were minding their own business as they shuttled between the stalls. Some guys who recognized the pattern on Daolon's forehead shuddered for a moment, lowered their heads and left in a hurry.
Those who didn't know him didn't dare to look too much, so they lowered their heads and turned around to pretend to be ostriches.
Reality is not like a movie. Everyone has no level. Those who dare to show their faces are not afraid of wealth or exposure. It is not certain who is the lamb, plus the reactions of some people.
Almost everyone was sure at the first moment that it was the big boss who came this time!
Wherever Daolong and Luo Qing walked, everything was eerily quiet. After passing two stalls, Daolong stopped.
Luo Qing looked at the stall and saw a whole rhinoceros horn, half an ivory, a strange heart beating slightly, and some unknown bones. Luo Qing was speechless for a while.
The next moment, Luo Qing's eyes widened. What did he see? My master bent down, picked up the rhino horn, and then walked away...gone?
Turning to look at the stall owner, Luo Qing saw that the stall owner was shaking all over and had no intention of trying to persuade him to stay. Luo Qing thought for a while, decisively grabbed the ivory and followed the master's footsteps.
Just kidding, hundreds of thousands.
"Ahem, Master, is this the way you buy things? Isn't it a little bad?" Luo Qing asked excitedly while playing with the forearm-sized ivory.
"What? Shouldn't trading be a matter between the weak?" Daolong said, glancing at the ivory in Luo Qing's hand, half-smiling.
"Yes, yes, yes, he is indeed the strongest wizard. The master is great! I have to rely on the master for a good life in the future." Luo Qing directly responded with rainbow fart output, and at the same time, his eyes gradually brightened as he scanned the surrounding stalls.
I retract my previous thoughts, and I will definitely follow Master everywhere in the future. This is simply out to grab... ahem... make a fortune.
"Senior Daolong, walk slowly!"
Just when Luo Qing was about to make a fortune, a shout came, causing the smile on Daolong's face to disappear, stop his progress, and turn around.
A middle-aged man in a yellow robe trotted towards this side. When he passed by the stall where the master and apprentice were taking things, he did not forget to drop a bank card, and then stopped in front of Daolong, panting. .
Luo Qing looked at the middle-aged man, and his heart throbbed violently. Oh no, it was a heartbeat! what reason?
Daolong, who was about to speak, frowned. The familiar feeling in Luo Qing came again. He decisively ignored the middle-aged man and turned to ask Luo Qing: "What's wrong?"
Luo Qing thought about his master's behavior, pointed at the middle-aged man decisively and said, "He has something I need, it's very important!"
In an instant, the middle-aged Taoist priest froze.
And Daolong's eyes suddenly brightened. This useless disciple...can he be saved?
