"Has everything been handled?" The aunt in red vest looked at a young man with concern.

    "Yes, thank you for your help." The young man looked tired.

    "You''re welcome. I always read in your house and even took my homework to your house. Your grandfather didn''t say anything and helped me a lot. Now... Alas, my neighbors for so many years must talk if they need anything. It''s not easy for you to be alone..." she said, and her tears were about to fall down.

    "Aunt Wang, don''t worry, I''m fine." The young man smiled reluctantly. "I''m here to pick up things. They said they were stored in the community service station."

    "Look at my memory." Aunt patted her head, "wait, I''ll get it for you."

    Soon, the middle-aged aunt brought a small box. After opening it, there were only a few things in it.

    "Look," aunt enthusiastically introduced, "this is the real estate certificate, business certificate, account book, bank card, your home key, etc., and a letter left by your grandfather. It''s all here."

    "OK, thank you, Aunt Wang. I''ll go back first and see you in two days." The young man took the box, looked at it and said goodbye immediately.

    Now he doesn''t want to stay here anymore.

    Say goodbye to your aunt, get out of the community service station, and the young people leave quickly.

    Soon he reached his destination.

    This is a real school district room outside the north gate of Normal University. A two-story courtyard diagonally opposite the roadside is the home of young people.

    To tell the truth, there is still a distance from the city center, but because the school is built near the mountain, the mountain is not far from the north gate, and the flow of people is very large. In addition, there are many students, so it can be regarded as prosperous.

    The young man opened the door and left it unattended for more than half a month. There was already a layer of ash in the room. But at the moment, the young man was not in the mood to clean. He found a place to sit down and took out the letter left by his grandfather.

    The envelope was brand new and sealed, but there was no stamp. His name was written on it. It was in Grandpa''s handwriting. When you open it, the letter paper has turned yellow. You can see at a glance that it has been for a long time.

    "Subtotal, when we see this letter, we should be separated by heaven and man. We don''t need to be sad. People will have such a day. Don''t blame them. This is Grandpa''s request. Grandpa knows his time, so he asked them to inform you after all things are done. It''s not that grandpa doesn''t want to see you, but that some things can''t be expressed in words once they meet. Forgive grandpa''s cowardice and choose to escape. He didn''t tell you the following thing personally, because grandpa doesn''t know whether it''s a good thing or a disaster for you.

    Subtotal, you must see every word below and carefully taste the meaning of my words. If you want to live a stable life, you don''t have to look at the following. Deal with the things at home, go back to your previous place, work and live a stable life, burn this letter as if it doesn''t exist.

    If you don''t want to live a dull life like this, go to the warehouse. It will be a new life. But remember, this is an extremely dangerous thing, and a bad one will die - this is by no means alarmist. You are still young and have a good time. It''s a good thing to spend your life quietly. "

    The letter ended here, leaving a pile of mysteries. The young man carefully read it twice before he put down the yellowing letter, pressed his temples with his index and middle fingers, and showed a bitter smile on his face.

    "Grandpa, although I don''t understand what you mean, if you don''t want me to make a second choice, you won''t mention it. Where will you leave such an irrelevant letter to arouse your appetite? If you know you can have an extraordinary life experience and remain indifferent, you will certainly regret it in the future. " The young man said to himself, "where is the second choice?"

    After thinking about it, the young man got up, closed the door, and then opened another door in the store.

    The so-called storehouse is the house behind. The young man has not been here, but in the past 20 years with memory, he has come in only a few times. Under normal circumstances, grandpa doesn''t let him in.

    The warehouse is not very big. It is only 20 or 30 square meters by visual inspection. Turn on the light, there are bookshelves around, and there is a desk in the middle.

    In the memory of young people, it should be filled with all kinds of books, but now it''s empty and nothing.

    Walking to the desk, the young man sat down and opened the lamp on the table. The energy-saving lamp shook his eyes. After adapting, he saw two items.

    A jade pendant on the table and a book on the shelf.

    The jade pendant is circular. The hollow part in the middle is about three centimeters in diameter. There is no sign of carving. What it supports is a piece of white paper with his name written on it.

    Instead of moving the jade pendant, he took out the only book on the shelf first.

    "Legend of Shooting Heroes" - this is the name of the book. The page turns yellow. It looks like it has been for some years. What''s more strange is that there is only the title on the cover, and there is no information about the author or publisher. When he opens it, the first page is the main body without any redundant information.

    The text was no different from what he had read.

    Put down the book and picked up the jade pendant. I didn''t find anything special. I turned over the white paper with the name, and there was a line of small characters behind it.

    "If you decide to choose this life, put your blood on the jade pendant!"

    It''s grandpa''s handwriting. He can recognize it.

    A strange feeling arises spontaneously, as if suddenly from reality to fantasy.

    Growing up in a family with a bookstore, he loved reading since childhood, especially all kinds of literary works. Later, he became more fond of online novels. The routine of dripping blood to recognize the Lord is not strange, but he never thought that all this would happen to him.

    Is it a trap? He carefully recalled the routines in those novels, but he couldn''t be sure in the end. The relatives who have been with each other for more than 20 years have hidden such a secret, which makes him no longer trust the world for a moment.

    Or is this grandpa''s last prank? If so, he will be even more disappointed.

    If it is true, after a drop of blood recognizes the Lord, his life will change greatly. But this kind of life will be accompanied by great danger.

    Do you want to try?

    The young man fell into hesitation.

    Although he was an orphan and raised by his grandfather, life was not difficult. There is a bookstore at home. Relatively speaking, life is pretty good. Not long after he graduated from University, he worked in a company in Pujiang, and the treatment was fairly good. Originally, he planned to pick up grandpa when he settled down, but he didn''t expect to suddenly receive the news of Grandpa''s death. When he received the news, Grandpa''s funeral had been finished.

    It is said that this was specially entrusted by grandpa.

    If it was true, he could probably understand grandpa''s state of mind at that time.

    "Forget it, whether true or false, since it''s grandpa''s hope, try it." For a long time, the young man murmured, "if you fail, you should repay the kindness of raising for more than 20 years."

    He got up and reconfirmed that the door was closed. The young man returned to the warehouse, sat down in front of the desk, took out the dagger already prepared in the drawer, gritted his teeth and made a cut in his hand.

    Stinging and penetrating, the red blood beads condensed on his fingers. Without thinking more, he put his bloody fingers on the jade pendant.

    A special force came from the jade pendant. A small wound seemed to become a river with a breach. The young man felt that his blood had been pouring into the jade pendant and could not get rid of it.

    "Is it really a trap, a special sacrificial ceremony?" The young man thought, and his consciousness became more and more confused.

    "Ding Dong, find the right host, activate the system..." at this time, an ethereal voice sounded in the youth''s mind.

    "Fortunately, I really inherited a system..." the young man''s confused consciousness clarified, and was immediately submerged by a stronger flow of information. He didn''t hear the following information again.