I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 388: The Origin of Jianmu, the Practitioner Who Rebelled Against His Master

"Ok?"

Su Fan narrowed his eyes.

Something fishy.

He did not release any pressure from his body, but he forced Ethan to submit.

It turned out that not long ago, he met a Hong Konger who had just immigrated here.

Due to historical reasons, some people in Hong Kong show symptoms similar to Schomold's syndrome towards Britain and are very yearning for it.

Therefore, many people choose to immigrate here.

However, they have retained the folk culture of that place in their bones and firmly believe in feng shui and fortune.

Even if you come to another place with a completely different culture, you still want to get something to keep your family safe.

Due to various reasons, they found Ethan who was in this business.

As expected, Ethan sold him a useless Bagua mirror.

I also got some information about this from the other party.

"I didn't do anything particularly evil. I just made the same mistakes that all business people make."

After saying this, Ethan did not forget to defend himself.

"In business, if you have a conscience, you can make money, but if you don't have a conscience, you can make more money."

He glanced at Su Fan's face with some trepidation, and was surprised to find that the other party did not seem to be displeased.

"What are you looking at?"

"I thought you were going to teach me a lesson..."

"No need. Just be more careful next time."

The Bagua mirror itself has its own function. Compared with those used by professionals, the only difference is the strength of the effect.

Ethan, in the final analysis, just made a false propaganda, and the target of his crime was a Hong Konger with some weird tendencies.

There's no need to exaggerate.

The most important thing is that he asked someone to gather information this time, not to educate or accuse someone.

"In addition to the wooden sculpture, please also help me find out where the person who betrayed the mountain sect has gone and what he is doing now... Can you do it?"

"That's fine, but you know, this is a bit of an incentive, it will make you more motivated to do things, look at this..."

"I only have the talisman in my hand as an exchange."

Su Fan suddenly felt that he was a little short of money.

Ever since he started practicing, he had been busy catching ghosts and fighting demons, and had no time to delve into studying alchemy or refining equipment.

As a result, now he can only rely on the talismans he learned earlier to get by.

But Ethan doesn't think so.

"Are you talking about the special rune that can release thunder?!"

His tone was slightly excited.

"That power isn't available only to you?"

“Just learn how to use it correctly.”

After getting Su Fan's answer, Ethan took a deep breath and his face turned a little red.

"Please give me three talismans that can release thunder."

"Three will be enough?"

Su Fan was confused.

He thought the other party wanted a dozen or twenty tickets.

"Three is enough."

Ethan rubbed his hands together a little excitedly.

"I just want to experience the feeling of driving thunder and lightning, and the rest is for self-defense."

“Quality is not quantity, timing is what matters most.”

This is true.

Su Fan nodded slightly.

As expected of someone who has been around outside, he has a very thorough understanding of combat.

In most cases, a fight decides life and death in an instant, and there is no chance for a lingering fight.

"I will come to pick up the talisman in person another day. But please be careful in the near future."

Su Fan originally wanted to finish his coffee and leave, but Ethan's words made him sit back down.

"Why, someone wants to harm me?"

"Not sure yet."

"It's just that I heard recently that there seems to be a group of vampires coming from other places, and they are aggressive."

"Many bodies with dried blood have appeared on the streets of London..."

"They seem to be plotting something, and your name is mentioned in it."

When Ethan said this, he suddenly sighed sadly.

"I didn't let go of that group of vampire animals. After sacrificing a few mice, I stopped looking for news over there."

Su Fan looked at the young man with some surprise.

He had always thought that Ethan treated mice as disposable consumables, but now it seems that is not the case.

Even though there were tens of thousands, even millions, of rats in the whole city of London, he still valued the lives of one or two rats.

If Ethan was not a saint with infinite kindness in his heart, he would most likely have regarded the mouse as a companion.

This guy's mental state is worrying.

Su Fan suddenly felt that it would not be a good idea to delve further into the matter, so he stopped paying attention to these strange details.

It’s still early to go back now, so why not chat and see if we can get any other useful information.

"Besides you, are there any other powerful transcendents in London?"

"Have."

Ethan answered immediately.

"However, most of them have been recruited by the British government or high-end companies. They usually stay at home and rarely go out, so there is not much detailed information available."

"For example, a muscular man with eyes that can emit radiation that is extremely lethal to spirits has been hired by a female professor in the research team of a scientific research institute."

"Assisting with research?"

"Dating on public funds."

Gossip is human nature. Although Su Fan will not take the initiative to pry into other people's lives, he will not give up the news that comes to his door.

Most of the extraordinary people Ethan mentioned had similar experiences.

Their ordinary or sloppy lives are broken, and when they find themselves gaining power, they can’t help but show it off. Then they ascend to the sky in one step and enter the upper class directly.

Inevitably, he was caught in the trap by the old hand who had been in the business for many years and was recruited into his team.

"Humans are actually very simple creatures. Those who love beauty are given beauties, those who love pleasure are given money, those who are obsessed with power are given high positions, and those who are vain are given honors."

"It doesn't matter if he doesn't like it. There will always be people close to him who like it. Once a hole is torn open, the rest will be no suspense."

Ethan said with emotion.

Coercion and inducement, these four simple words contain dark and profound means.

"how about you?"

"I'm different."

Ethan spread his hands.

"I want money, I have money, I have a high status in the circle, and I don't like beautiful women. They can't seduce me."

"As for my close relatives, I can't even begin to mention them. My only mother died some time ago. So I am considered 'invincible' in their eyes."

"They don't dare to provoke me. After all, I have countless dirt on them. If I provoke them, I will expose all of them and let the world see what kind of filthy people the British upper class are."

Su Fan understood after hearing this.

If you can't be selected and you live as long as heaven and earth, then it is really deterrent.

"Very courageous."

Su Fan nodded in praise.

"I can't defeat ten people with my own strength like you do. I can only use intimidation. If I could defeat them in a fight, who would bother collecting dirt on me?"

As the two talked, the coffee in the cup continued to decrease.

"It's almost time." After finishing his cappuccino, Su Fan stood up from his seat.

At the same time, there was a figure standing opposite the window, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"We had a great conversation this time. I will come and visit again when I have time."

He opened the door of the coffee shop and left the store.

Ethan in the coffee shop watched his back disappear out the door and lowered his head to pick up the cups.

Behind him, a soft squeaking sound of a mouse was heard.

When Ethan looked back, he saw a shadow rising from the ground.

But such a strange situation did not surprise him at all.

The former calmly washed the coffee cup, wiped it dry with a dry towel, and then looked into the shadows.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?"
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Su Fan came to the outside and across the street.

Theresa, dressed in casual clothes, placed her hands in front of her and smiled peacefully.

According to common sense, the former should travel around with the bishop to quell the chaos caused by the devil and purify the evil spirit.

Before Su Fan could ask, Theresa began to explain.

"The purification task assigned to me is very light and can be completed with some effort. I told the bishop that I wanted to take this opportunity to visit London and he agreed."

She was talking and laughing, and her eyes were always on Su Fan while she spoke. It was obvious that she had other intentions.

Su Fan was about to speak when he heard a familiar noise.

That is the empty stomach sending a signal for help to its owner.

Given Su Fan’s current physical condition, he would be fine even if he didn’t eat for ten days or half a month, so there was no need to say where the sound came from.

Theresa's previously natural expression changed subtly, and she looked at Su Fan guiltily.

"Did you hear anything just now?"

"I heard it, and I heard it very clearly."

Seeing the blush of shame and anger on Theresa's face, Su Fan smiled.

"But it's almost lunch time now, let's go find a restaurant to eat first."

Hearing this, Theresa's eyes lit up!
"But I advise you not to have too high expectations for British cuisine."

As we all know, British food is notoriously bad.

But unexpectedly, Theresa suddenly spoke with an unprecedented serious expression.

"What are you talking about, Sue."

“As believers, we always adhere to the doctrine of frugality.

Jesus fed a thousand people in the wilderness with five fish and two loaves of bread, but even though he had the power to perform miracles, he told his disciples to collect the leftovers.

“Whether it’s delicious or not, as long as it’s food, I won’t waste it.”

Su Fan was stunned.

He certainly wasn't scared by the other party.

However, the last time I saw Theresa showing such a determined expression was when she was fighting against the demon.

So how important is the status of eating in your heart?

In this case, Su Fan naturally wouldn't want to disappoint Theresa.

I carefully selected a very good western restaurant and took her in to have a feast.

"It's not as bad as you say."

After eating and drinking her fill, Theresa's face was filled with a happy smile, and she did not forget to turn around and chat with Su Fan.

"You made it sound like all restaurants in Britain were terrible. I was worried for nothing."

"Because I took you to eat French food."

"...Is that a French restaurant?"

“It should be said that the vast majority of restaurants here serve French cuisine.”

Theresa was incredulous when she heard this.

"Isn't there a feud between Britain and France?"

Britain and France have a long history of confrontation, from the Hundred Years' War to the modern struggle for the right to speak in Europe.

So much so that even people who don’t know much about history can hear about it.

"Yes, but the majority of restaurants in Britain still serve French cuisine. Not only that, the most exclusive restaurants in London also serve French cuisine."

Su Fan spread his hands.

"Now, do you know how terrible the local cuisine in Britain is?"

Theresa nodded in confusion, but soon thought of a new question.

"Where do the British usually get their own native cuisine?"

"At home, fish and chips and mashed potatoes, anyone can make it."

"Nothing else?"

"Nothing else."

Su Fan's answer was very firm, without any hesitation, which made the greedy nun opposite doubt her life.

As the two walked through the streets and alleys, the combination of handsome man and beautiful woman attracted a lot of attention.

Of course, there were also people with ill intentions who kept looking at Theresa with lustful eyes.

When the two passed an intersection, teenagers in groups of three or four whistled at Theresa.

"My little beauty, my dick is much better than that qingchong, I guarantee it will make you feel great."

Vulgar words came out of the young man's mouth, whose beard had not grown much, triggering bursts of malicious laughter.

But their noisy laughter did not last long before they all fell to the ground.

There was no warning at all, as if everyone was suddenly suffering a stroke.

Other pedestrians just glanced at them and then looked away and hurried away, thinking that these energetic and lawless young people were performing some vulgar performance art.

Only they themselves know what is going on.

Their limbs were out of control and they had no feeling at all. Their bodies were under such terrible pressure that their bones even ached slightly.

They tried to struggle, but to no avail.

He could only use his eyes in panic, trying to find the source of the terrifying pressure in his narrow field of vision, like a frightened quail.

The pressure on them suddenly disappeared only when the two figures walked away from the corner. Even so, they did not have the strength to get up. They were sweating profusely and gasping for breath like wild dogs that were almost drowned.

"It's really a hell..."

Some people are still frightened.

"It's not a ghost, it's that we provoked someone we shouldn't have provoked!"

One of the members in the middle looked pale.

"They must be extraordinary people... They all possess extraordinary powers. Killing someone is as easy as crushing an ant!"

"What about the extraordinary people? It's just a rumor. Didn't the Prime Minister clarify it on TV a while ago..."

"You idiot! What the government says is a rumor is the truth!"

The person who had explained earlier yelled, and then looked panicked.

"No, I'm in big trouble. I want to go home and tell my dad! I want to go home!"

He ran away without looking back, and the rest of the people also scattered like birds and beasts.

Only the person who spoke earlier was left cursing.

"What a bullshit supernatural being! Come and kill me if you have the guts!"

"What kind of Royal Navy family is this? They are just a bunch of worthless rubbish!"

He leaned against the wall and rested for a while, and it took him almost ten minutes to recover.

I was originally planning to go over and have some fun, but I happened to see a beautiful woman standing at the entrance of an alley not far away.

The woman had shiny red lips, a proud figure, and big wavy burgundy hair that flowed down her smooth, white back.

That's right, the back.

In the freezing cold weather, she seemed to be insensitive to the low temperature and wore a backless dress, which made the boy opposite her feel so angry that his blood rushed to his head and his legs stiffened.

The worst thing was that the other party actually smiled at him and hooked his finger.

The young man felt that his soul had been hooked away by the other party. For a moment, his waist and legs no longer felt sore, and he felt as light as a drunk, following the woman into the dim alley.

(End of this chapter)