The Lord of Reincarnation - 444. Chapter 443

winter.

Snow fluttering.

The citizens of this continent, even the poorest people, took out the last coin in their pockets and bought ribbons, food, sweet wine… to celebrate the arrival of the new year.

Unconsciously, time entered the year 1603.

Kings City.

“Sell newspapers, sell newspapers!”

A newsboy with a blushing face in a tattered overcoat, a peaked cap and a green cloth bag ran across the street, shouting hoarsely.

He saw a frozen corpse, which was lifted from the alley by the collector and placed on the carriage.

Among those corpses, part of them were bankrupt homeless people, and part of them were unemployed workers in work clothes.

At this time, they all turned into cold and rigid corpses, which were carried out of the city by the collectors for cremation.

The factories with jet-black smoke plumes are like the abyss of devouring lives.

The sky was gray, with a chill of death.

The newsboy shrank his neck, shook the snowflakes on his body, and continued to gritted his teeth as he walked through the snow with difficulty.

Snapped!

The ground was too slippery and he fell.

While losing the center of gravity, the newsboy raised his hand hard to prevent stains on the newspaper in his hand, otherwise he would not be able to sell it.

“Boy… I buy a newspaper.”

Fang Xian opened the door and saw a small carrot head falling in front of his door, holding a newspaper high, he couldn’t help but smile.

“OK.”

The newsboy got up quickly and patted the snow on his body.

Fang Xian handed over an iron coin, harvested a newspaper, and smiled: “Would you like to come in and sit for a while and have a sip of hot tea?”

“I……”

The newsboy just wanted to refuse, and a cold wind blew.

He was full of excitement and bent over and said, “Thank you, kind sir!”

“You can call me Mr. Rocca.”

Fang Xian made a please gesture and went to the counter to make tea.

The newsboy looked up and saw the sign-‘Gothic Commodity Store’.

Entering the glass door, the line of sight is a bit dim. There are rows of shelves in the store, from colored paper, sausages, cane sugar, toffee, to hairpins, bows, and various cups and saucers, and decorations. The shelves are messy. People have the illusion that they will fall on the ground if they are not careful.

“Come on, take a sip and warm yourself up.”

Fang Xian smiled and passed the tea cup.

“Thank you… Mr. Rocca, my name is Little Locke.”

Little Locke held the cup in both hands and sipped it, feeling his body warming up.

He exhaled and began to look at the counter in front of Mr. Roca.

This counter is separated by glass, obviously the goods inside are more expensive.

Mr. Roca smiled, standing behind the counter, a faint light penetrated from the window, full of a sense of historical mottled and vicissitudes of life.

In the shadow, something seemed to be creeping.

Little Locke quickly rubbed his eyes. He seemed to see a tentacle with a suction cup just now.

But looking at it now, there is nothing at all, just a cloud of darkness.

“Little guy, you seem to be quite interested in my collection of goods.” At this time, he heard Mr. Roca’s words again.

“Yes.”

Little Locke hurriedly lowered his head, pretending to admire the goods in the glass counter.

“what?”

He found that the goods on the counter were indeed very different from those on the shelves.

A doll made of straw, a necklace made of unknown animal teeth, and a black crystal ball. There is a strange white bone claw base tray underneath…

In addition, there are black canes of unknown material, and a few hard-shelled notebooks that don’t sell well.

“This is a voodoo doll from the western nomads, the king’s necklace from the sunrise in the east, the crystal ball for divination… The ghost cane that can help people find money, but you must be careful. The black ghost will come out at any time and scare you. Jump……”

Fang Xian introduced one by one: “Of course, my most proud product is these books… One of them is my collection of poems!”

“Very…great!” Little Locke instantly equated the Roca shopkeeper with the profiteers who sold gadgets that he often saw.

“How is it? Young man… Today’s collections in our store are all sold at a discount.”

Fang Xian looked at Xiao Luo, and suddenly a weird smile appeared.

…

Little Locke’s head was a little dizzy, until he walked out of the store and was agitated by the wind and snow, he was relieved.

“I… what did I do?”

He pressed his temples, feeling a prickly pain.

In the constant pressing, some vague memories emerged.

It seems, as if, probably… What did you buy by that Mr. Roca?

He exclaimed and immediately touched his pocket.

After discovering that it was only missing the iron money for buying newspapers, he couldn’t help but exhale.

He can afford to pay for a newspaper.

“what?”

Little Locke touched his arms and found that there was no known when, there was already a notebook with a black cover.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have bought the shopkeeper’s collection of poems at a super discounted price of 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.

But unexpectedly, just after opening the notebook, a feeling of dizziness pounced on his face.

Hiss…

rustle……

Little Locke’s ears roared, like a bad radio, receiving a lot of noise.

His throat rolled, and he felt nauseous, and quickly closed his notebook.

Little Locke did not dare to look at the notebook again, nor did he dared to look back, wrapped his body quickly, and rushed into the wind and snow.

…

“The choice of fate…”

Fang Xian embraced his arms and looked at this scene with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

He turned his head, looked at the darkness, and opened a door casually.

The smell of blood came out.

In the center of the secret room is an iron dissecting table, surrounded by solidified dark brown marks, as if he has his own life, and is wailing.

This is an anomaly that was born after provoking too much blood of a different kind.

On the surrounding wooden frames, there are also glass bottles containing various organs in different categories.

Such as the claws of ghouls, the lungs of scales, the eyes of hounds, etc…

This is based on the records of Hopskin, some research conducted.

Until now, Fang Xian dared to say that he had completely grasped all the knowledge left by Hopskin the Ascendant.

During this period of time, the Order of the Lost Gods was also flourishing, but the call of the believers day and night had little effect on the power of silence.

This also made Fang Xian sure, if he called so slowly, he would definitely not be able to recover his strength within two years, let alone go further.

When the doomsday arrives, the Primordial Dominators come or wake up, and may not pay attention to ordinary people, but with their own personality, there is a high probability that they will be noticed.

‘Sure enough… is there only that way…’