Chapter 16 Antique Pawnshop (12) Second Update

In the supermarket, Siming’s hands, which were casually selecting food, loosened up. He seemed to sense something. He put down the shopping bag in his hand and prepared to leave through the main door, but was blocked by a group of people.

“Get out of the way.”

“Sorry, I do things for money.”

Siming was blocked by a middle-aged man. Seeing him coming, the honest-looking man did not say anything arrogant, but coldly advised: “Don’t go against the association, it will not end well.” There was a

stalemate between the few people. Siming did not answer, but kept scanning the people in front of him, as if he was deciding where to start.

In a moment when no one moved, Siming suddenly clenched his hands.

Then several people nearby were thrown out directly, and the tiny flames and water drops on their hands also fell to the ground and spread everywhere.

The severe pain and sudden changes made these people unable to react, and they even maintained a smug smile on their faces.

Only the honest man woke up at the first time, climbed up and did not jump on Siming. Although he did not grab him directly, he also touched Siming's coat.

"Come on!" He shouted to those people.

Several people immediately stopped underestimating the enemy and directly surrounded the people in hand-to-hand combat. Although Siming's instantaneous burst of attack power could critically hit one of them, it could not prevent dozens of people from surrounding and controlling him.

Every time he controlled a person, he would blast out force like a precise machine, using a straight punch of great but equal weight to destroy the opponent's counterattack consciousness.

As more and more people fell into coma around them, the expressions of the talented people who originally thought that they had a firm grasp of the victory gradually became panic.

Because compared to the death of someone around them due to the attack, what is more terrifying is that everyone present only fell into a coma, but no one stopped breathing directly.

This means that the opponent still has spare strength and mental control.

He was not looking for the opportunity to attack just now, but was hesitating about what force to use so as not to kill them...

The siege of dozens of them could not even make the opponent show his true ability.

When realizing this fact, the hearts of everyone present were as if being oppressed by a huge mountain.

The leader with the fire in his hand was trembling, his clothes were torn, and his body and legs were covered with scratches and bruises, but fortunately, he did not face Siming directly, otherwise he would have fainted on the ground.

He looked around in a panic in the mess, trying to find any traces of the use of his talent, but after a few dozen breaths, he realized with horror that,

except for knocking them away at the beginning, the man in front of him did not use any abilities at all, and defeated their siege with his physical strength alone.

As his eyes wandered, he gradually locked onto the exit. Seeing that the people who were still awake were attacking them, relying on Siming not to hurt them, he couldn't help but squat down...

"Where do you want to go?!"

Just when he wanted to escape in the chaos, a voice rang out. Instantly, everyone's eyes were focused on him who was posing as if he was running away.

It was the voice of the honest man, who was still hanging on Siming's legs at this moment, holding on tightly regardless of the attack, like a fierce dog biting its food regardless of life and death.

"It's been 10 minutes. They might have killed Zhou Ye. Why are we still here? Are we going to be beaten and insulted again?"

In front of everyone, the man with thin cheeks, rat-like eyes and protruding lips made a very pale excuse and ran out.

"You!" The honest man was angry and hateful. Just as he was about to curse, he suddenly found himself floating in the air.

He looked around and saw that the messy items and his unconscious companions were now lifted off the ground as if they were controlled.

Even the water drops and blood and sweat that had just fallen to the ground were floating up and jumping strangely in the air.

Only the tall man in black was still standing there.

As the words about Zhou Ye fell, Siming, who was originally only slightly arrogant, now gave people the feeling of a monster that had peeled off its human skin and was about to walk out of that skin and tear everything around it.

The honest man subconsciously held his breath, fearing that he would disturb the resurrected terrifying demon king.

The wind blew through the door and blew his long white hair into a flutter. Looking from the side and back, Siming's pure black ancient clothes reflected the weak light, and his face, which was originally completely hidden, revealed a side. Everyone present could see that his face was emotionless at the moment, and his lines were impeccable but as cold and hard as a statue.

"So noisy."

Siming covered his head, and was shrouded in a dark sky with rain clouds. Three beams of light began to gradually appear. Realizing the danger he was in, the energy that had been gathered in his body suddenly swirled out of control. A pure thunder dragon suddenly attacked outward and flew to an unknown place.

The talented people who had originally looked down on him were terrified at this moment. As his voice fell, everyone felt their bodies stiffen and their throats hoarse, and they couldn't even make a sound for help.

The rain was pouring down, and the sky covered by layers of rain clouds was flashed by lightning at this time. Thunder exploded in everyone's ears, and the whole audience was shocked.

"Ruyi." Siming spoke softly, and a jade Ruyi that was as green as a living being, which was actually the result of ten plans that Plastic Xiaohua had to rush through overnight, suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Go."

As the words fell, the shock value was rapidly consumed, and the clouds began to appear again. The lavender mist was stacked in the layers of cumulonimbus clouds, and finally cast a light, and Siming disappeared in this space in an instant.

The three antique pawnshops seemed to have absorbed energy and began to appear and disappear again. The people who were hiding from the rain or strolling in the house at first were suddenly frightened and fled from the pawnshop without knowing why.

Most people didn't have umbrellas, and they were soaked by the rain as soon as they came out, but they had no time to take care of their own problems. They immediately cast their eyes on the sky.

Three sharp beams of light converged in the air, bringing an extreme brightness that was so brilliant that people couldn't ignore it.

Wang Cheng tried anxiously to call his old friend, but Zhong Liu never called back.

He recalled the scene when his old friend described the pawnshop. He was worried that the pawnshop would disappear as soon as he arrived, but he found that the three beams of light were concentrated in one direction.

The old men on the giant sail could no longer hold back their temper and headed towards the concentrated direction.

At this moment, Zhou Ye was the only one lying on his back in the Zhou residence shrouded by light. The dazzling white light went straight to and even penetrated the roof, swallowing up all the darkness.

Zhou Ye's hands, which were originally tightly around himself, loosened.

A flash of lightning like a waterfall broke through the clouds and enveloped the entire house from top to bottom.

The explosive energy made a crackling sound in the air, and the heart fire exploded and reacted with the ignition of the wood. In less than a second, the whole house burst open like a gorgeous firework, and at the same time directly blocked the minerals buried deep underground. If anyone tried to mine, they would be swallowed up instantly.

These energies merged into Zhou Ye's body obediently the moment they came into contact with him.

Zhou Ye, who was originally a little pale, was like a dried flower soaked in water. His eyebrows no longer contained a sense of illness. He tapped his fingertips, and a miniature photo was materialized. He stared at it quietly for a few seconds.

After a while, it was put into pure white space.

The nearby residents who were not too close were caught off guard and their eyes were stung by the scorching white light. Many people were temporarily blinded and their eyes were stung to the point of tears. They had to hold on to the surrounding buildings to stand.

Seeing the lightning falling, an old man who was still moving towards that direction grabbed Wang Cheng's hand beside him and shouted excitedly: "I understand!"

"What?!"

"That's not a shop."

"Remember the photo you sent me? In the middle is the so-called counter covered by the curtain, and on the left and right sides are placed those gorgeous gems and long-lost resources."

"There are tables and chairs for people to rest by the windowsill."

"I was wondering at first, which noble family can have such a rich foundation and sell it at such an unbelievably low price? Do you really think that those shabby books are enough to exchange for ginseng?"

Everyone shook their heads decisively, otherwise they would not come here to get a bargain, and even be willing to wait after knowing that the shopkeeper can make the exchange.

"And the style of the building is so incompatible with the tables, decorations, etc. Although they are quite gorgeous, they are not products of the same era. It's like a big hodgepodge that just puts seemingly similar styles together..."

"Just say it!" Wang Cheng interrupted him.

"That's a shrine!"

"The counter is a front curtain used to cover the statue of the god, and the display tables on the left and right are for sacrifices offered by the predecessors. Vases and other ornaments were added before and after according to the time. The table is the most in line with modern aesthetics, so it was placed there recently to meet the needs of the owner.

" "What?"

"Think about it, right!!" The old man pointed at the endless sky thunder falling straight down, "Pawn can do something that even the highest-end alchemy products can't do. It's simply beyond our understanding."

"In the sky, you can never find a family with the surname Si, nor a young man named Siming."

"Because he is not a noble in the sky at all, and he is not even a corruptible being like us...he..."

"It's a god." Wang Cheng looked at the picture in the distance, and his mind was in a trance at the moment.