Chapter 187 My Dad is Dead
The cold blade brought a slight stinging sensation.
Luo Xinghe was so frightened that he dared not breathe, his whole body was shaking like a sieve, and he couldn't even say the words to beg for mercy.
Manager Wang was horrified when he saw this: "This, this distinguished guest, let's talk nicely!"
"Talk nicely?" Liu Jianan sneered, "I don't think there is anything to talk nicely to a group of dead people."
He held Luo Xinghe and continued, "I just want to have a good meal, but you insist on making trouble, so I'll fulfill your wish."
"Wait, wait a minute!" Luo Xinghe wanted to cry but had no tears, and shook his head desperately, "Don't kill me, I can give you anything you want!"
Liu Jianan didn't take it seriously and continued to scare him, "But unfortunately, I don't need anything."
Luo Xinghe looked at the dagger so close at hand with horror, and his feet were wet.
He was actually frightened to the point of incontinence!
Liu Jianan snorted coldly: "You are so disgusting, wipe it off yourself."
Luo Xinghe knelt down hurriedly and wiped the dirt on the ground with his clothes.
"Tell me, let me see how much your life is worth." Liu Jianan crossed his arms and said casually.
Luo Xinghe kept kneeling, not daring to look up at Liu Jianan.
He answered fearfully: "I, I have news about the heirloom spiritual treasure! If you let me go, I will let my father give you the heirloom spiritual treasure!"
Liu Jianan's pupils shrank slightly, heirloom spiritual treasure!
According to the setting of the original work, there are two ways for spiritual treasures to come into being.
The first way is the most common way, the spiritual treasure born from nature.
Once this kind of spiritual treasure comes out, it will form a spiritual treasure secret realm. Only those who pass the test of the secret realm can be recognized by the spiritual treasure.
The second way is to pass the spiritual treasure from generation to generation.
This kind of spiritual treasure is often evolved from a long-standing cultural relic or a treasure containing the essence of the sun and the moon.
Compared with the spiritual treasures that need to pass the test to obtain, the spiritual treasures that are passed down from generation to generation will not appear in the test secret realm, and only a drop of blood is needed to recognize the owner.
But once this kind of treasure appears, it will be controlled by the military.
After all, most cultural relics and treasures exist in museums.
The rest is in the hands of collectors, and most collectors will not easily sell the spiritual treasures that are passed down from generation to generation.
Even the Gu family, a century-old family, has no trace of the spiritual treasures that have been passed down from generation to generation.
"Let your people bring the heirloom magic treasure to redeem you." Liu Jianan was also very curious about what the heirloom magic treasure looked like.
Luo Xinghe looked embarrassed. He did not dare to refute Liu Jianan, so he could only ask Manager Wang to find his father.
Manager Wang ran away with his bodyguards in disgrace.
Luo Xinghe flattered: "Can you let me go first? I promise my father will bring the heirloom magic treasure."
Liu Jianan glanced at him: "Do you think I look like a fool?"
"No, you don't look like one at all!" Luo Xinghe wiped the sweat from his forehead, deeply regretting his impulsiveness.
Liu Jianan was too lazy to talk to him, so he used his earth control ability to bury half of Luo Xinghe's body between the ceiling downstairs and the floor of the restaurant.
Luo Xinghe's legs were almost hanging in the air, and he cried and begged Liu Jianan to let him go.
However, Liu Jianan only weakened everyone's perception of Luo Xinghe and continued to eat at the table.
Hu Jianye asked Liu Jianan in a low voice: "An'an, what exactly is this heirloom spiritual treasure? You seem to be particularly interested in it?"
Liu Jianan told everyone the origin of the heirloom spiritual treasure, and then looked at Hu Deyi: "Father, your dragon-patterned pig-killing knife also has the potential to become a heirloom spiritual treasure."
Hu Deyi was puzzled: "Then why hasn't it become a heirloom spiritual treasure yet?"
"I just said that it has the potential, but whether it can become a heirloom spiritual treasure in the end depends on its luck." Liu Jianan smiled.
Zhang Wenqian nodded in agreement: "China has a long history, and there are so many cultural relics and treasures from the past. If everything can evolve into a spiritual treasure passed down from generation to generation, wouldn't that be a mess?"
Wang Hu half-jokingly said: "It would be great if that were the case. Maybe our country will surpass the United States in no time!"
After dinner, everyone waited for more than an hour.
Manager Wang and Luo Xinghe's so-called father were nowhere to be seen.
Liu Jianan kicked Luo Xinghe, who was sleeping, impatiently. Seeing that he woke up, he asked: "Where is the spiritual treasure you mentioned?"
Luo Xinghe was still a little confused until Liu Jianan showed the sharp Frost Demon Blade.
He hurriedly begged Liu Jianan to give him a chance and let him send someone to find his father.
Duan Haiping suggested: "Instead of wasting time here, it is better to kill him as soon as possible to avoid trouble from the Luo family."
"No, no, no, don't kill me!" Luo Xinghe was so scared that he peed his pants. "I will give you another piece of news. I guarantee that this news will be very useful to you!"
Liu Jianan said with interest: "Tell me about it."
Luo Xinghe: "The Luo family has always maintained a good cooperative relationship with foreign organizations. The Luo family has maintained a spy organization that specializes in stealing national intelligence before the end of the world."
When he saw Liu Jianan's face change, he knew that his life was most likely saved, and he quickly continued: "After the end of the world, their mission changed to seize spiritual treasures and cultivate a team of superpowers to resist the military."
"They are also planning to steal cultural relics, but I don't know when they will act."
"And I will never admit that I said these words in the future," Luo Xinghe lowered his head, "Even if you want to kill me, I will not admit it, because once I admit it, I will only face death."
Liu Jianan nodded slightly, recognizing the value of the information he gave.
I didn't expect that there was a spy organization hidden behind the Luo family in Micheng.
Those spies also planned to steal cultural relics during the doomsday when cultural relics protection was slack. It's really hateful.
Hu Jianye tugged at Liu Jianan's sleeve: "An'an, the Luo family is selling out the country, we can't let them succeed!"
"We'll talk about this later." Liu Jianan signaled him to be patient, after all, Luo Xinghe was still here.
He got Luo Xinghe out of the ground: "My patience is limited, ten minutes, I want to see the heirloom you mentioned."
"Ten minutes? That's too short!" Luo Xinghe paused in taking out the walkie-talkie, begging for more time.
"Five minutes, or I'll just kill you." Liu Jianan said coldly.
"Ten minutes is ten minutes!" Luo Xinghe was busy contacting his men, but was told an even more desperate news.
He put down the walkie-talkie and stared at Liu Jianan blankly, his eyes seemed to have lost their luster.
Liu Jianan was very surprised: "What happened?"
Luo Xinghe was like a bereaved mother: "My father is dead! Just now, he died in a car accident!"