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"The city center, this area is quite lively. It's strange that the opportunity is here."

Walking on the street, muttering to himself as he walked, Guo Zhengyang indeed not only had expectations and longings for the opportunity he was about to encounter this time, but also had doubts. The opportunity appeared three days after killing the target. It didn't matter if it took a long time, but it appeared

The location is actually in the center of Qingyuan, on a busy street in broad daylight.

How could such a place appear? An hour ago, when he was in class, he suddenly felt the fluctuation of his thoughts. He skipped class and ran out. Then the further he walked, the more he felt like he was far away from the county town. Guo Zhengyang took a taxi without saying anything.

The destination was just pointed out to the driver along the way. Just when he passed a certain intersection, his mind indicated that the destination had been reached.

This place...

Somewhat interesting.

Following the guidance of his thoughts, Guo Zhengyang continued to walk dozens of meters before suddenly standing up, and then a very strange look appeared in his eyes.

arrive.

The location guided by my thoughts has arrived, but this location is actually next to a trash can at the intersection?

Looking at the trash can in front of him, the pedestrians on the left and right waiting for the red light, or the traffic passing by on the road, the weird look in Guo Zhengyang's eyes grew bigger and bigger.

No matter what he thought before, he never imagined that the final destination would be next to a trash can in Qingyuan City.

This intersection...

After glancing around a few more times, he discovered that there was an eye-catching architectural sign not far away, the Antique City.

"The first secret fell from the sky. Maybe some monks were fighting and broke the storage ring and let the contents fall directly in front of Yang Lulu. The second time it fell into the soil on the roadside. No one knew where it was buried.

How long have you been there? Maybe the robber lost his footing while escaping and fell into the ditch and just picked it up. This time... this time it was next to the trash can on the street?"

After a few strange glances to the left and right, Guo Zhengyang took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, took out one, lit it, and began to wait quietly.

If the opportunity has arrived and the secret that the target is about to obtain has appeared, then the thought in his mind will directly lock on that opportunity. Now that there is no prompt from the thought, it means that the opportunity has not yet appeared, and he can only wait.

While waiting quietly, before Guo Zhengyang finished smoking a cigarette, the red light on the street turned green, and many pedestrians started walking towards the opposite side of the road.

"Fuck, a few dollars, damn, it's not worth the travel expenses. It's so cheating. I won't sell it to profiteers like you even if I throw it away." At this moment, a figure suddenly ran from the direction of Antique City.

, swearing, ran to the roadside, crumpled up a roll of paper and threw it into the trash can, and then quickly rushed to the other side of the road during the red light.

However, because this man was running in a hurry, the wad of crumpled paper was not thrown into the trash can accurately. Instead, it fell to the ground with a pop. The paper ball also began to roll with the spring breeze, but it had just rolled out half a meter.

Guo Zhengyang stepped forward suddenly, bent down and picked up the paper ball.

Then, Guo Zhengyang glanced at the back of the young man who had walked to the middle of the road. His eyes were filled with expressions of both laughter and tears.

This is the third chance he snatched? A piece of paper that was crumpled into a ball and discarded?

No, to be precise, this should be a painting.

When Guo Zhengyang withdrew his gaze and stretched out the ball of paper, he realized that it was a figure painting on rice paper.

The color of this painting is a bit old, and it looks like it must be a certain age. It is about half a meter long and more than 20 centimeters wide. Against a clean background, there is a man in ancient costume standing with his hands behind his back. And this painting does not look like it.

It seems like a good thing, at least even Guo Zhengyang, who has no art skills at all, can see that this painting is very ordinary.

And then, it’s gone…

Is this a secret? A good thing?

Although his mind was already saying that this was a good thing, Guo Zhengyang stared at the painting in his hand. When he stared, he even saw some damage to the painting, with signs of being torn in the corners and the like.

Although the signs of tearing were not big, they were indeed rotten. After Guo Zhengyang experimented a little, he realized that this was ordinary paper and could be torn with just a tear.

"Is there nothing left?"

With his eyes widened, Guo Zhengyang carefully smoothed the calligraphy and painting. Although he could not eliminate all the wrinkles in the calligraphy and painting, no matter how he stretched it, the drawing paper still looked wrinkled, and a quick look at the content on the painting showed that it was a negative

The scene of the man in ancient costume standing on his hands and looking towards the sky is not surprising at all.

And at this moment, the thoughts in his mind have disappeared, which means that he has got the opportunity.

Opening his mouth to spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, Guo Zhengyang held the upper and lower sides of the scroll with both hands, stretched the painting in front of him and looked at it carefully. At first it was an ordinary scroll, but he looked more and more attentively.

Becoming more and more involved.

As he watched, Guo Zhengyang suddenly turned pale and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of hot blood.

Then he suddenly reached out and closed the scroll, taking a deep breath.

"Ah~"

The screams of one or two passers-by suddenly came from beside him. When Guo Zhengyang suddenly turned around to look, he had just turned around and before he could see what the screaming person looked like, he bent over again, opened his mouth and spat out again.

A mouthful of hot blood.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Ah~"

…

Not far away, the passerby who was staring at him was almost sprayed with blood. After hurriedly avoiding it, he let out another scream, but not far away, someone asked in shock.

"It's okay, thank you."

Only then did Guo Zhengyang straighten up while stroking his chest, waved to the kind man, turned around and left.

But as he walked, his eyes were full of horror, what a strong sword energy!

This painting is filled with a fierce and domineering murderous sword energy. The people on the scroll are drawn one by one. If an ordinary person looks at it, I am afraid that the lines and traces are vigorous and powerful, and the brushstrokes are quite sharp.

That's all, but when a master who really knows something takes a look, he will find that every line is filled with extremely sharp killing sword energy! That kind of artistic conception is like flying swords circling and dancing, tearing apart.

It splits the heaven and the earth and penetrates it.

It was that sword energy that caused Guo Zhengyang to be attacked by the sword energy just as he watched, and he was almost torn to pieces by the sword energy.

He only vomited two mouthfuls of blood, which was really a blessing, because he had just started to watch, and as soon as he discovered the mystery of the strokes and lines, he was counterattacked by the sword energy. If he really looked deeply, Guo Zhengyang could be sure that he would really be fascinated by this painting.

The connotation of sword-qi killing!

But, here comes the problem, this is just ordinary paper, a very ordinary piece of paper, so ordinary that even a child can tear it apart. How can such a powerful sword spirit be engraved on such an ordinary piece of paper?

This is incredible!

If the sword energy that can directly kill him if you look deeply is embroidered into such an ordinary paper, it will be much more difficult than using a scabbard made of paper to hold a sword that is as sharp as clay.

Is this painting a treasure?

Guo Zhengyang is not sure for the time being, but he is absolutely sure that the person who painted this painting is an unimaginable strong man. Such an incredible thing is that even if he was a real person in his previous life, he would not be able to paint a picture full of fierce killing sword energy.

An ordinary piece of paper.
Chapter completed!