I can go back to the mysterious age

Two figures, one in front and one behind, quickly rushed into a dark alley. The only sound in the narrow space was the sound of extremely fast running.

A man ducked around the corner, and Ka Xiu chased after him. A cold light suddenly flashed across his eyes, with a touch of red on the edge.

"Boom!"

The burly man was kicked out completely, and the fabric of his clothes rubbed against the rough ground, making a splashing sound.

He stood up with a distorted face and pain, first glanced at the dagger in the distance, and then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Then he jumped over the wall and disappeared into the darkness of the street.

At the corner of the street wall, Card Xiu did not choose to continue chasing. He glanced at his right arm. The clothes on the forearm have been cut open, and a blood line as long as the palm of the hand appears on the skin.

The blood drops that seeped out gradually dyed the fabric next to it red.

The skin injury did not penetrate deep into the flesh. but……

Card Xiu quickly took a few steps forward and picked up the silver dagger on the ground. The slightly curved edge looks very thin, and the edge is polished extremely smooth. However, it is not poisonous.

Huh... He took a long breath, and his heart, which was beating vigorously, calmed down, and his breathing gradually became normal.

If you want to be immune to the poison that can cause death, Kaxiu's current physical level is completely impossible. It is estimated that one has to practice Feng Xiang secret martial arts to an extremely advanced level to be able to suppress immunity to some toxins.

After all, when toxins invade the human body, it is difficult for any living organism to be unaffected, and negative symptoms are almost inevitable.

However, you can think about it from another angle. If you are not immune to the poison on the weapon, then don't be immune. As long as your muscles and skin are trained to be as hard as iron, the sharp edge of the weapon cannot break through the defense. The final effect achieved is actually the same.

There are three different levels of the Elephant Soul Secret Technique in the Wind Elephant Secret Martial Arts, including spikes, insect bites, and foehn wind. Every time a cultivator reaches a level, his physical fitness will leap upward. But now Ka Xiu has not even reached 30% of the first level of spikes.

Even so, his physical fitness and strength have been greatly improved. When the two sides were fighting just now, the assassin, who was half a head taller than Ka Xiu, was slightly at a disadvantage. His physical advantage has been completely wiped out by the training of Kaxiu's Elephant Soul Secret Technique, and he even had to be distanced by Kaxiu in the opposite direction.

The strength of Ka Xiu's muscle lines should be much higher than that of a burly man. If you practice the Elephant Soul Secret Technique to the first level of spikes, you can even reach the second level of insect bites. At that time, it was not a problem to carry a dagger for physical defense, and maybe a less powerful pistol...

Gently patting the dust on his hands, Ka Xiu stopped his reverie. He put one hand on the wound and walked quickly away.

"Next time, be sure to bring a dagger with you..."

The next day, white clouds floated in the blue sky. A ray of sunlight shines through the gap lined with gold, and the roof of the gray-white building and the leaves of the low trees begin to sparkle.

Jessica's Apartment, No. 25 Citi Street, Shirakawa City.

A room on the fourth floor facing the sun.

The light blue embroidered curtains blocked most of the sunlight, and only a ray of light slanted in through the gap. On the white floor tiles, a long rectangular golden strip divides the room. The brown sheets were ironed and warmed by the gradual heating of the sun.

The angular face on the bed had its eyes closed. He is not very handsome, but there is an inexplicable perseverance between his eyebrows.

Suddenly there was a series of crisp bird calls outside the window.

"Huh?" Ka Xiu opened his eyes, his expression a little confused.

He just had a dream, dreaming that he became the original Levi. On that rainy night, Finn and his two gangsters tore Li Chu's clothes. But he huddled in the corner like a coward, his body trembling with the roar of thunder.

"Bad luck!" Ka Xiu cursed secretly and got up.

He is not the original Levi. Cardiff has done all the things that Levi dared not do in the past.

Beat someone up! Save my sister and beat them again!

If it weren't for the conditions, Card Xiu would have wanted to kill someone.

He has always believed that people are not born in this world to be submissive. Blindly giving in will only push yourself to the edge of the cliff. In the youth training camp incident, Cardiff became the way Levi wanted to live, and he did what Levi wanted to do most.

And these are not only what Levi wants to do, but also what Card Xiu wants to do. Even though that retrospective era may be just an illusion, a past history that cannot be affected, Card Xiu still came up with such a breath, for Li Wei, for Li Chu, and for himself.

Of course, the premise of all this is that the fist is strong enough. I made 70,000 federal dollars yesterday, which I just used to buy medicinal materials this morning.

He got up and went to the window and opened the curtains. The bright sunlight suddenly spread, sweeping away the shadows in the white room.

Open the window and take a breath of fresh air. The sunlight falls on the sparse green vegetation below, revealing an emerald green sheen.

Next to Jessica's apartment is a camphor road. Two rows of tall trees are green and strong, and there is a rustling sound in the wind.

In the parking space on the edge, five or six black cars with goldfish mouths were parked. On the roofs of the cars were fallen branches and leaves accumulated overnight.

"Happy Holy Bath Day!" "Happy Holidays!" "..."

Downstairs, on the street. A long procession was walking slowly this way, with the leading people wearing custom-styled decorative clothes. The women wearing black gauze headscarves are all young and beautiful, holding a flower basket in one hand and scattering petals with the other.

Among the people following behind, some were holding religious symbols such as crosses, some were holding flowers with white ribbons, and some were playing wind instruments. There are about a hundred people in total.

Residents on both sides also lined the streets to welcome the people, and even deliberately stood where the petals were thrown, letting the white petals fall on their heads.

This is the Holy Bath Festival, a national festival of the Red Lebanese Federation. It was originally a religious festival, but later it gradually became universal.

Here, women sprinkle white petals on people's heads, in fact, to imitate the process of bathing people's whole body with holy water, taking away sins and filth. In short, it carries a good meaning.

Adults like it very much, and children also like it very much.

Because the school will have a day off for the Holy Bath Festival.

Also, homework cannot be assigned on this day.

In Jessica's apartment, Kaxiu simply washed up in the bathroom. Then he dressed and walked down the stairs.

A fat old woman in floral clothes came towards him, with gray hair, reading glasses, and a cane.

"Hello, Mrs. Jessica."

Kaxiu waved his hand. This is the landlord of the apartment.

"Ah... OK... Mr. Dimitrios."

Mrs. Jessica was stunned for a moment before replying. She turned her head to look at Kaxiu's back, and seemed to be frowning and thinking about something.

Everyone in the apartment knows that Mrs. Jessica has amnesia...

So Kaxiu doesn't care what name she replies.

P.S. Seeing that many book friends have responded, I feel much better. I will continue to work hard to update, and I hope everyone will read the latest chapters more often. It is really important to catch up now.

You should also be able to see that the pace of this book may be a bit slow. For example, this chapter hardly talks about anything.

In fact, I want to make this world as full and real as possible, and expand something outside the main line. This writing method is actually quite thankless. It takes 1.5 times longer to write a chapter than usual, and I will be scolded for water after writing (laugh)

But I still want to try, just think of it as my obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Maybe my level is not enough, and my writing skills are not good. But I still want to try my best to lean towards the mysterious journey. I love this book too much.

Regarding my short and weak things, I will think about it.

See if I can occasionally update three times a day within my ability.

(It depends on the situation. If I am in good condition, I should be able to update more. The main reason is that I type too slowly and can't compare with the tentacle monster.)