Outside the collection pavilion.
"Sixth Brother Su, what do you think she'll take?"
"You're asking me? How would I know? I don't have any divination abilities."
"What else can she take? What else can she take from this treasure pavilion? Naturally, she should take what she's entitled to! As for the rest, even if she wanted them, would those strange artifacts dare to?"
The Ghost Weapon: Are you moved? I dare not move!
"...In this collection, which item is truly hers to take? Alas, I can only hope for a miracle. If she has no choice... we can pretend nothing happened, and the Su family can protect her for the rest of her life. But if..."
"There seems to be movement at the bone gate, it's coming out, it's coming out!"
One of the old men from the Su family, who was standing relatively close, looked at the faintly rotating bone gate, turned around and shouted. The monsters behind him immediately shut their mouths, then stretched their necks and stared intently at the bone gate.
In the darkness, two figures slowly emerged. The pet seemed to have no large items, only a miniature gun, showing some self-awareness by not carrying anything valuable.
As for Su Luo...
"What is Dr. Su holding in his hand?"
"It seems a bit long, is it some kind of stick or something?"
"Are you blind? It's clearly an umbrella, not a stick! I'm speechless!"
"The umbrella? It's that one..."
"That should be true."
The several eerie old men exchanged glances, remaining silent as they frantically communicated via telepathic communication, which Su Luo overheard. However…
she?
The pronunciation of "he" and "she" in the cryptic language was slightly different, and Su Luo could sense that they addressed her differently.
Indeed, she did not conceal her identity as a woman when she was in Yecheng, and the Su family even found out about that, so they naturally knew that the Divine Doctor Su in front of them was actually a woman disguised as a man.
But the umbrella they were talking about...
Looking at the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, Su Luo took a deep breath and sighed softly.
Half an hour ago.
Su Luo intended to leave the spot where the oiled paper umbrella was placed, but after circling around, he returned to the end of the oiled paper umbrella. After repeating this several times, Su Luo realized something was wrong.
No matter which way she went—forward, right, or left—she would eventually return to the oil-paper umbrella. There, she tried to take a few other seemingly decent magical artifacts, but they seemed to be haunted by a ghost, using all their might to prevent her from taking them down, desperately guarding their 'chastity'.
This is quite strange. At first, these strange artifacts didn't seem to resist her so much, but after meeting that oil-paper umbrella, all the strange artifacts in the entire collection seemed to develop a resistance towards her.
It wasn't resistance, it was more like fear.
All the magical artifacts feared her presence.
When Su Luo returned to the oil-paper umbrella for the last time, she hesitated for a moment, then easily took it down.
Novels set before the apocalypse often depict unassuming objects as deadly weapons; hopefully, this umbrella is no exception.
Since I can't take any other strange artifacts anyway, I can't just leave empty-handed. Although I don't know what this umbrella is for, at least it can block out the starlight and keep me dry.
Yang Zijin was much luckier than her. He picked a miniature gun. Although it was called a miniature gun, it was very different from an ordinary miniature gun as a weapon.
Not only is the range long and the recoil almost nonexistent, but the gunshot can also be reduced to almost inaudible levels by the speed-up of the device.
He's an absolute master of assassination!
According to Yang Zijin's expertise, bullets could even be accelerated further, making them much more agile and stealthy than the guns he used before.
It's fortunate that it's from the Su family; even the Spark Society doesn't have such an excellent and advanced magical artifact.
"Dr. Su, this is..."
"...Um, I thought the umbrella looked nice and could provide shelter from the wind and rain when we weren't fighting, so I took it." Su Luo casually made up a story without batting an eye, then flicked the dust off the oil-paper umbrella, causing the few members of the Su family's mysterious background to cough and cover their faces.
"It's a bit dusty, probably because it's been sitting for a while."
The old man from the Su family, a master of deception: ...
"My goodness, she actually took out that umbrella!"
Is this what they call destiny?
“That Supreme One did not deceive us, she really is, she really is…”
Su Luo keenly noticed that although the old men were coughing, their eerie electric waves were unusually excited, as if they had seen something extraordinary.
Hearing this, Su Luo looked down at the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, her doubts growing even stronger.
What is destiny?
Could it be that she really has a predestined relationship with this umbrella from a past life? But in her previous life, she didn't have any umbrella that could be used to carry a predestined relationship.
That night.
Under the arrangement of the Su family, Su Luo stayed at the Su family's house for one night.
Ever since she brought that oil-paper umbrella out, Su Luo noticed that the Su family's attitude towards her had become even better, so much so that anyone who didn't know better would think she was the master of the Su family.
He wasn't the head of the family, but rather a leader on a higher level, whose enthusiasm made Su Luo feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Something unusual must be going on; this matter is most likely related to the oil-paper umbrella in front of us.
The night was deep and eerily quiet. This time, Su Luo had even called Yang Zijing out, leaving herself alone in the room, staring at the oil-paper umbrella in front of her.
After cleaning the dust off the umbrella, its original color was vaguely revealed. It seemed to be a dark red paper umbrella with some patterns that were not clearly visible. Each rib had a small bell hanging from its edge, but no matter how you shook it, it wouldn't ring.
I opened and closed the umbrella repeatedly, examining it carefully inside and out, but I still couldn't find anything unusual. It really seemed to be something from the pre-apocalyptic Wuwu Small Commodity Wholesale Market, only it looked quite old.
There were no instructions for use, not even a name. After all, it was like this when it was in the Su family's collection pavilion, unlike other strange artifacts that had names and instructions for use. If it weren't for the expressions of the old men from the Su family, Su Luo would have really thought that he had chosen an ordinary object from among many strange artifacts.
Not only that, the system didn't respond either. Instead of giving a direct message that it couldn't be determined, it simply said "no response," which is exactly what it means!
Like a computer locked with a password, requiring a password to open, Su Luo is currently stuck at the password-entering stage, unable to view anything about this oil-paper umbrella.
After struggling for a long time without getting anything out of it, Su Luo casually tossed it aside and went to sleep.
What a pity! With so many magical artifacts, he ended up with nothing because of this umbrella. He might as well have gone to sleep!
No one saw that after Su Luo fell asleep, the umbrella that had been tossed in the corner swayed slightly. A red light swirled around the umbrella and gradually lengthened, transforming into a crimson eerie shadow with its feet suspended in the air, gazing at the sleeping Su Luo in front of it with an almost nostalgic look.
Then, with a swift movement, he knelt on one knee, gently took Su Luo's hand, and performed a ritual of loyalty unique to a magical artifact towards its master, offering him everything.
Finally again...
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