Museum of Demons

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The door of the museum was pushed open with a soft clang.

Sunlight poured out from the gaps in the windows and doors, and fell on the museum that has been around for a long time. The dust brought by the visitors rose and fell, and under the sunlight, the fine dust particles exuded like gold. The brilliant streamer.

There is no one in the museum, and the owner doesn't seem to be here.

So the customer who accidentally broke into here just slowed down, with a little curiosity, while waiting for the store to come back, he slowly looked here. In the museum in the old street, he walked slowly between the counters with faded paint.

I saw simple pottery on it, a simple walking stick, and broken swords.

The warm sunshine makes the whole person lazy and lazy.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion. The counter is covered with a layer of warm sunshine, and the things inside seem to be covered with a layer of time-like streamer. With the warm feeling of passing through the distant years, the customer subconsciously raised The hand stretched out towards the front, and the pads of the palm fell on the transparent barrier, feeling cold to the touch.

In front is a broken knife.

Exuding an extremely thick and sharp chill, even through this transparent barrier, he could feel the slightest bit of chill, which almost made the palm of his hand feel a tingling sensation. He subconsciously retracted his hand and stared at the broken handle Dao, looking at the blank paper below, there was nothing there before, but now he saw traces of traces gathered and turned into brush strokes.

He subconsciously read out:

"【White Tiger Breaking Saber】"

"One of the four spirits, the white tiger, died in the Battle of Guixu, and his soul died when the knife was broken."

"Hide here."

The guest immediately felt that it was ridiculous and outrageous, and subconsciously said: "Sifang White Tiger? This, isn't this the **** in the legend? How could there be His knife here? He also said that He has fallen? Are you joking... Hey, hey Hey, how is it possible..."

In his astonishment, he subconsciously pressed a little harder on his palm.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to feel that the sealed knife trembled violently, the cold almost tore his palm apart, and then blood flowed out from the wound, as if golden iron sword energy penetrated It entered into the palm of his hand, causing him to shudder subconsciously several times.

"This, this is..."

When the guest was astonished, he suddenly heard a laughing voice behind him.

"Is it a guest?"

"Ah, are you going to want this knife? What a good eye..."

He raised his head subconsciously, and when he turned around, he felt a cold feeling on his cheek, colliding with the hot blood, and he shivered comfortably, turned around subconsciously, looked I saw a smiling young man wearing a deacon uniform, holding a glass with happy water in his hand, and there were several ice cubes in it.

"How about it, would you like a drink?"

"Ah, I, ok, ok."

The guest turned around, answered subconsciously, and then stretched out his hand to catch the happy water.

And the very smooth and bright glass reflected his face.

It was a young man who looked about twelve or thirteen years old. He was wearing a plain school uniform, but because he was practicing martial arts, he didn't look thin and small. He was sitting on the sofa with a glass of happy water, but he looked a little thin. A serious look.

He couldn't help being unrestrained.

The man who claimed to be the interim manager of the museum was wearing an extremely elegant deacon uniform and was slowly wiping the glass. His face was so handsome that it was evil, and there was a smile in his eyes.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

The young man always felt that there was some purple in these eyes, which gave him a great pressure.

And in this museum, there is another man who looks simple and honest, but when this so-called simple and honest man raises his eyebrows, he is full of spirits, which has a kind of deterrent force, which makes the young man subconsciously lower his head, not daring to speak directly. Looking at it, I feel a little regretful in my heart, regretting why I suddenly opened this door.

"Don't be cautious, just watch it if you want."

"You can call me Brother Shui."

"That one over there, you can just call him Lao Lu, or you can also call him a veteran."

The young man in deacon uniform smiled and spoke.

But the young man was still somewhat cramped, holding the glass with both hands, it seemed that only the feeling of the glass could make the heat in his palm, stimulated by the knife, feel a little better, he made up his mind not to answer, The two employees of the museum ignored him.

It's just that this museum doesn't seem to be as deserted as the place where it is located.

In a short period of time, several groups of people came.

Among them are the ones he once saw on the Internet—

Some are the wealthy of this era, and some are the top masters of this era.

But unexpectedly, all these people became interested in the broken knife.

Especially the young swordsman who was born in the Jianghu and experienced in the wilderness, expressed a very ardent and sincere heart, but the person in the museum just spoke lightly, saying that the swordsman and the rich businessman could not escape in ten lifetimes. The price raised made the boy click his tongue.

Darling, who can afford such a price.

It's clear that I don't want to sell it!

The deacon with a handsome face and a pair of purple eyes seemed to have guessed what the boy was thinking, and said with a smile, "You think I'm selling too expensive?"

The boy quickly shook his head: "No, no, no, no, no!"

"You sell very reasonably, very reasonably!"

Kaiming, who was wearing a deacon uniform, put his elbows on his knees and said with a smile, "It's expensive, and it has its own reasons."

"This is the sword of Siling Baihu. Even if it is only half left, it is still a top-notch magic weapon."

He took out the broken knife and played with it in his hand. Suddenly he smiled and looked at the young guest over there, and said abruptly, "Do you want it?"

"Ah, I want to...cough cough cough, I, I mean, don't want to, don't want to."

The young man was about to express his thoughts almost subconsciously.

This knife always gave him a feeling that was familiar to him.

But immediately take back the words, this knife is so expensive, he can't afford it!

The purple-eyed young man smiled, looked at the cramped young man in front of him, suddenly shook his hand, and the knife left after the death of the white tiger fell to the young man's hand, and lazily said: "You I can return it to you if you want."

The young man was startled, but he didn't hear the word "return".

On the contrary, he said more and more embarrassingly: "I, I can't afford it."

"It's okay, you don't need to buy it."

Kaiming smiled and said:

"The white tiger used to be an existence of the Kunlun family, and it also died after making contributions in the battle of returning to the ruins."

"The later Lord of Return, and Kunlun, all miss him."

"If you want this knife, with this knife, you only need to go to a wedding, eat and drink, and relax, how about it?"

"Wedding? Whose?"

"who?"

Kaiming said leisurely: "Naturally it's the [Lord of Returning Markets], it's the wedding of [Kunlun Celestial Maiden]."

"It's today."

"If you want ~www.wuxiahere.com~ keep up."

The young man subconsciously let go of the knife, but when he held the knife, the thought of putting down the knife disappeared instantly. Watching the young man walk away, he subconsciously stood up and walked towards the back in front of him. The road ahead seemed to be blurred , is no longer the familiar asphalt road, but a road that seems to lead to a mysterious place, and the surrounding scenery has also changed greatly.

As the boy walked step by step, he could faintly hear the sound of musical instruments.

Caressing the hilt:

"wedding?"

PS: Extra Story 1—

It never occurred to me that it was sent by mistake.

I didn't even expect that I would start writing a side story on the first day after finishing the book.

The most wonderful thing is, who is forcing me to do this? It's me, it's me

(end of this chapter)