Chapter 2 Jones Dole
He pressed his fingers on the three numbers and waited for a while, but 0-08 was not changed.

Maybe the level of the sealed object is too high. I'm not even an Beyonder now, so I definitely can't change it...

He turned the book forward and reached the section where Zhou Mingrui discovered the revolver - I can finally conjure up this crappy revolver!
Sun Zhuoxing pressed those words again, but the result disappointed him again: the revolver didn't appear either.

ah?Not even the revolver?

Sun Zhuoxing closed the book, propped his chin in meditation, and the collection of "Lord of the Mysteries" was floating in mid-air, as if waiting for its owner.

Failed again, although only the first time succeeded, and a piece of rye bread was conjured up, but the last two times failed.

And this sea and island, if I'm not mistaken, should be similar to Klein's "Origin Castle", not my subconscious sea and spiritual island,...

He thought for a while, and prepared to conjure up Melissa's pocket watch.

Firstly, the pocket watch is not a sealed object, and secondly, it is not a revolver. It cannot harm others. It should be able to be transformed by now!

Sun Zhuo

Swah——

A dazzling lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, lighting up the boundless night sky.

Rumble!
Thunder followed, and the thunder penetrated Sun Zhuoxing's eardrums and reached his brain.

Then there was endless darkness in front of him.

When he woke up again, Sun Zhuoxing felt a warm feeling on his wrist, and the mysterious symbol appeared in his mind.

He was still lying on the bed, but this time there were five or six people standing around him, and they all looked at him expressionlessly.

Sun Zhuoxing tried his best to lift his neck and look at his chest. He remembered that he hung the lucky stone on his chest.

"Don't play tricks."

A hand was placed on Sun Zhuoxing's forehead to push him down, and the man continued:

"What is that stone? Your suicide device? It suddenly exploded into pieces just now, but it won't affect anything."

The lucky stone exploded into pieces...

Sun Zhuoxing's heart felt cold. The only thing that could connect him to the real world was gone, and now these weirdos wanted to perform some kind of ritual on him.

Do you want to start on such a hellish difficulty level?
"Wait a minute, at least let me die more clearly! What are you doing?"

Sun Zhuoxing shouted.

"Isn't this helping you become an extraordinary person?"

The old man showed a sinister smile: "Isn't that why you found our Moss Penance Order?"

The Trappist Order of Morse?
...the hidden sage! ! !
"I regretted it! I regretted it! I don't want to be an extraordinary person anymore!"

Sun Zhuoxing shouted with a cry, he clearly remembered Old Neil's tragic situation.

"Repent? It's too late now, I-"

The old man's words stopped suddenly, and a hooded man standing in the corner suddenly raised his foot and kicked him on the back. While the old man was staggering, he knocked down another person with an elbow.Within a few moments, all the unsuspecting members of the Morse Tradition were lying on the ground and passed out.

"Chris!"

The man took off his hood, he was a middle-aged man with vicissitudes.

"Teacher Jones?!"

Sun Zhuoxing—no, he now thought he was Chris—recognized him at a glance.

Jones Doll, Chris's childhood swordsmanship teacher who always pushed him to train, never saw him again after Chris left home to study.

"How will you be here?"

Chris asked, not doubting it at all.

"It's a long story, let's go first!"

Jones ripped off the straps with his hands and pulled Chris up.

It was dark outside the room. Jones protected Chris behind him and walked cautiously and quickly along the wall. He was confident that he could escort Chris to a safe place.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

When he came to the door, he suddenly coughed violently.

"what happened?"

Chris looked at Jones half-kneeling on the ground with a painful expression on his face, and asked anxiously.

"No, it's okay," Jones covered his mouth, "Maybe he ate something wrong..." "No," a slightly suppressed voice sounded from behind the two of them, "We poisoned your food. I should have known there was something wrong with you.”

Chris looked back and saw a short and lean man smiling calmly at them:

"Hello."

"Chris, you go first, it's dangerous here!"

Jones struggled to stand up. As a "fighter" in the Warrior Path Sequence 8, he believed that he could resist the opponent for a while, although he didn't even know what path or sequence the opponent was in.

Seeing the short man rushing straight with a knife in hand, Jones gave Chris a hard push, then immediately turned around and stretched out his arms to block the man's knife——

"Run! Chris...Your Excellency!"

Chris wiped his sweat and ran out first without caring about anything else.

He stepped on a mud puddle full of sewage, looked around with the dim light from across the street, and found that he was in a deep alley.

"You will die in my hands."

The man was as calm as if he was drinking tea and reminiscing with an old friend, but his attack did not stop at all. He swung the knife in his hand wildly, seemingly in a chaotic manner, but it stabbed Jones's vital part.

He is a "Prisoner" Path Sequence 9 Extraordinary.

After a few rounds, Jones also understood the man's strength in his heart. If he was in normal times, Jones could certainly beat him, but now that his body was in trouble, he could only barely tie with him, and it would be even harder to say after a while.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Jones coughed up a mouthful of black blood and was stabbed in the abdomen by the man.

puff--

Blood flowed from Jones's fingertips. He gritted his teeth and held the man's hand instead, pulling out the sharp knife.

"Ah——" The man's neck was strangled by Jones.

Jones pressed his palm hard and unleashed all his extraordinary power.

Click!
The man's neck was crushed, and there was still an unbelievable shock on his face.

Jones threw the prisoner with his neck broken to the ground and slipped against the wall.

"Mr. Jones, how are you doing, Mr. Jones?"

Chris turned back.

"Ahem, I'm still careless..."

Jones showed a pale smile:

"I think of you again when you were a child, when you were a swordsmanship...swordsmanship teacher. I was still too harsh on you at that time. I'm sorry...I'm sorry, Chris, because your father didn't want you to become an extraordinary person..."

"Even so, he didn't stop you when you left Lundburg. Instead, he asked me to protect you secretly..."

Jones let out a long breath, blood stained his chest red, and quickly turned black again.

Jones put down the hand covering his abdominal wound:
"After I die, a crystal will precipitate. You should know that... take it with you. If it becomes contaminated, forget it..."

"It will take some time for the people inside to wake up. It should be enough time..."

"Also, ahem, there are also magic potion formulas for 'Warriors' and 'Fighters'..."

Jones's voice became lower and lower, and finally Chris had to press close to his mouth to hear what he was saying.

He was silent, and childhood memories came to mind. Although Sun Zhuoxing did not have all the memories of the original owner, he could still recall the time when he practiced swordsmanship under the sycamore tree in the summer of his childhood.

"Chris, your downward slashing action is so substandard, do it again!"

"Chris, how are you going to protect the Dotty family in the future?"

"Chris, it's not enough. Try harder!"

"Chris!"

……

He looked at the luminous crystals that were slowly precipitating and condensing on Jones's chest, and a tear fell silently across his cheek.

There was a shout from behind, and Chris held the blood-stained crystal tightly in his hand and ran towards the light.

He was stunned when he put the crystal back into his pocket - there was a loaf of rye bread in his pocket.

(End of this chapter)

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