Great Lord of Calamity’s Reincarnation Chapter 442: Small shop
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Winter.
Snowflake fluttering.
Citizens of this continent, even the most impoverished, have taken out the last coin in their pockets and bought ribbons, food, sweet wine... to celebrate the arrival of the New Year.
Unconsciously, time entered 1603.
Kings City.
"Sell newspaper, sell newspaper!"
A newsboy wearing a tattered coat, a peaked cap, a green cloth bag and a red face, ran across the street and yelled with hoarseness.
He saw a frozen corpse, which was lifted from the alley by the recipient and placed on the carriage.
Inside the bodies, part of them are bankrupts, part of them are wearing work clothes and seem to be unemployed workers.
At this time, they turned into cold and stiff corpses, which were carried out of the city by the recipients and cremated.
The factory with its dark smoke column resembles the demon abyss that devours life.
The sky is gray, with the chill of killing.
The newsboy shrank his neck, shook the snowflakes on his body, continued to gritt his teeth, and walked through the snow with difficulty.
Pap!
The ground is too slippery and he fell.
While losing the center of gravity, the newspaper boy raised his hand hard, and the newspaper in his hand could not be stained, otherwise it would not be sold.
"Boy...I buy a newspaper."
Fang Xian opened the door and saw a little radish head fall in front of his door. He held a newspaper high and couldn't help laughing.
"Okay."
The newspaper boy climbed up briskly and patted the snow.
Fang Xian handed over an iron coin, harvested a newspaper, and smiled: "Would you like to come in for a while and drink hot tea?"
"I..."
The newsboy just wanted to refuse, a cold wind blew.
He was full of excitement and bent over: "Thank you, good-hearted sir!"
"You can call me Mr. Roca."
Fang Xian made a please gesture and went to the counter to make tea.
The newsboy raised his head and saw the signboard-‘Gothic Goods Store’.
Walking into the glass door, the view is a little dim, and the store is lined with rows of shelves, ranging from colored paper, sausages, cane sugar, toffee, to hairpins, bows, and various cups, saucers, and decorations. The shelf gives the illusion that it will hit the ground if you are not careful.
"Come on, take a sip to warm your body."
Fang Xian smiled and passed the tea cup.
"Thank you... Mr. Rocca, my name is Locke."
Little Locke held the cup in both hands and sipped, feeling his body warm.
He exhaled and began to look at the counter in front of Mr. Rocca.
This counter is separated by glass, obviously the goods inside are more expensive.
Mr. Roca smiled, standing behind the counter, the faint light penetrated through the window, full of a sense of historical mottle and vicissitudes.
There seems to be something creeping in the shadows.
Little Rock quickly rubbed his eyes. He just seemed to see a tentacle with a suction cup.
But looking now, there is nothing at all, just a darkness.
"Little guy, you seem to be very interested in my collection." At this time, he heard Mr. Roca's words again.
"Yes."
Little Locke hurriedly bowed his head, pretending to look at the goods in the glass counter.
"Huh?"
He found that the goods in the counter are really different from those on the shelf.
Doll dolls made of straw, necklaces made of unknown animal teeth, and black crystal balls, with a weird bone bone claw base tray...
In addition, there are black canes of unknown material and several hard-to-sell hard shell notes.
"This is a voodoo doll from the West nomadic people, a king necklace in the eastern sunrise, a divination crystal ball... a ghost cane that can help people find money, but you must be careful, the black ghost will come out at any time, Frighten you..."
Fang Xian introduces one by one: "Of course, my favorite products are still these books... this one is my collection of poems!"
"It's...very good!" Little Locke instantly equated the Roca shopkeeper with the profiteers who often saw him selling slacks.
"How about it? Young man... Today's collections are all sold at a discount."
Fang Xian looked at Little Locke and suddenly a strange smile appeared.
......
Little Locke’s head was dizzy, until he walked out of the store and was aroused by the wind and snow before he calmed down.
"I...what did I do?"
He pressed the temple and felt a needle-like pain.
During constant pressing, some vague memories emerge.
I seem, seem, probably... I was persuaded by the Mr. Roca, what did you buy?
He exclaimed and immediately touched his pocket.
After discovering that the iron money for buying newspapers was just missing, he couldn't help being exasperated.
He can afford a newspaper money.
"Huh?"
Little Locke touched his arms and found that there was no longer a black cover notebook.
He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have bought the owner’s poems at a super discounted price for an iron coin.
Little Locke opened the title page and wanted to see what the shopkeeper had written. As a newsboy, he still knew some words.
Unexpectedly, just after opening the notebook, a sense of dizziness greeted us.
Hiss...
Shusha...
Little Locke’s ears roared, like a radio with poor signal, receiving a lot of noise.
His throat rolled, and some nausea and vomiting, he quickly closed the notebook.
Little Locke dared not look at the notebook again, nor did he dare to look back, he quickly wrapped his body and rushed into the snow.
......
"Choice of Destiny..."
Fang Xian embraced his arms, looking at this scene, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He looked back, looking at the darkness, and opened a door.
The **** smell came.
In the center of the Chamber of Secrets, there is an iron dissection table, surrounded by dark brown traces of solidification, as if he has his own life, and is wailing.
This is a mutation that was born with so much blood~IndoMTL.com~.
On top of the surrounding wooden frames, there are glass bottles with various organs in different categories.
For example, claws of ghoul, lungs of scales, eyes of hounds, etc...
This is some research based on Hopskin’s records.
Until now, Fang Xian dared to say that he fully understood all the knowledge left by God Hopkins.
During this time, the Order of the Lost God is also flourishing, but the day and night calls of the believers have little effect on the silence.
It also made Fang Xian determined that if he calls so slowly, he will definitely not be able to recover his strength within two years, let alone go further.
As soon as the last day arrives, the Swire Dominators come or wake up, and may not pay attention to ordinary people, but in their own personality, there is a high probability of being concerned.
‘Sure enough...is that the only way...’