Chapter 671 An Old Man Of A Foot Tall (Part One)
The painting was soon brightened by the blood-red light.
As the ambiance gradually changed, Darren and Hobson immediately felt the bleak coldness. Thus,
they turned back and looked at the wall.
To their dire amazement, on the wall, the red-haired figure moved. It was so horrible that the character
seemed to walk out of the painting.
At the sight of it, both Darren and Hobson were shocked. From their point of view, all the figures
painted in the wall were powerful enough to shake the world. More than that, the red-haired creature
was actually going toe out of the picture. How could it not scare them?
There were ripples like water waving on the wall. Gradually, a twisted face stood out from it and stared
at Darren and Hobson. By the look of it, the figure struggled nonstop, and after a moment, he actually
jumped out of the wall.
After the loud thud from his fall, the figure stood up and straightened himself.
"Oh! Shit, it hurts!" heined while holding on to his behind.
Throughout these episodes of events, both Darren and Hobson were in a daze and had their eyes fixed
on the figure from the wall.
Judging from the way he appeared, the figure was an old man wearing a cotton cloth whose face was
covered with stubbles. What amazed them the most was, though he appeared to be old, he was only
one foot tall.
"Sir? May we know who you are?" Darren asked, lowering his head to have a closer look at the one-
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foot man.
"Well, good that you know that you should call me sir! It''s you who took the two rule forms of the
immortals out, right?" he asked without answering Darren''s question. As he used Darren, the
minute elder stroked his beard and curled his lips. Then with lucid and judging eyes, he stared at
Darren suspiciously.
Hearing his question, Darren was stunned for a while and then refused, saying, "No, I only keep the
two rule forms in my mind and never took them away."
"Humph, you didn''t take them? Are you sure? Please go and take another look," reckoned the old man.
With that, he waved his hand, and with that wave, both Darren and Hobson appeared in front of the first
portrait.
''What a skilled master the old man is! He is so adept at employing the space rule!'' Darren thought to
himself after he had been transported by the old man to the first portrait.
While he faced with the portrait, Darren used his silvery eyes to look deeper into the painting again.
Consequently, he saw that the painting was totally in chaos, with nothing else in it, even no rule silk
threads.
"What''s going on? I only remember the rule forms." Darren was confused by what was set before his
very eyes.
"Hey, Darren. You said you found no treasure from the painting. Turns out, you have hidden it
somewhere." Hobsonughed after hearing what Darren had said.
"Stop interrupting me." Darren rolled his eyes at Hobson and then got his attention back to the painting.
"You are really something, kid. You did it as if you were blind. What''s the name of that trick?" the old
man asked, referring to Darren''s odd-looking eyes.
A bit pissed off by now, Darren rolled his eyes again and said, "What are you talking about, sir? This is
my ''silvery eyes''. I am not blind."
"Haha, you look almost the same as one blind man. So that''s how you acquired the rule forms!
Good move, boy. The rule forms on the painting will be gone once they are engraved in a person''s
mind, and that''s why I said you took them." The old man summoned Darren toe to the painting
because he wanted to see how Darren got the rule forms.
Over thest few years, numerous people had attended these paintings, and each of them was a
powerful warrior, even the weakest one had reached the Holy Realm.
However, none of them had got the two rule forms, and maybe some real powerful men had the
chance to get them. But they disdained to do so. After all, it was something from the immortals that
could only be cultivated by rule cultivators.
"By the way, sir, who are you exactly? Why are you in the bronze pce?" Darren asked, curiously.
From the start, he had been inquisitive why such a weird and freakish creature loomed around the
bronze pce.
"I am the owner of the Mythological Pce, the so-called bronze pce you mentioned. So I guess it is
just normal that I''m here," the old man said proudly while raising his shoulders in a jerk-like gesture.
"The master of the bronze pce! s!"
at such a remark made by the tiny man, Darren and Hobson roared at the same time. Both of them
couldn''t wrap their heads at the thought that such a small man had owned such a magnificent and
immense ce as the bronze pce.
As far as Darren and Hobson knew, the bronze pce had existed for ages. And this old man was the
owner of it! How many years did he survive?
Even a holy emperor couldn''t live as long as he had lived!
"Sir, are you born in the ancient times? Say the Ancient Age? But why do you speak the same
he wanted to learn more about the pce and much more about its owner.
"Silly boy, who says the owner of the bronze pce has to be a member of the ancient times? I was
born in thest chaotic era of the Last Age. And by that, I meant maybe just several hundred thousand
years ago," responded the old man.
"Yes, the Mythological Pce belonged to the ancient times. But it had been through many
generations. I''m the twenty-ninth generation head of it," the old man continued as he saw the
eagerness to know more in Darren''s eyes.
As he counted the years on his head, Darren thought that if the short old man was the head of the
twenty-ninth generation, it meant that the pce had existed a terrifyingly long time.
"But why do youe out now, sir? Just because I have obtained two rule forms?" Darren asked
even more. It seemed that he had never run out of questions for the old man.