Pokémon the Second Reality

Chapter 345 "Slaying Knife" Gun Store

Walking out of the Space Temple, there is an empty space in front of you.

When you walk on the steps in front of the Space Temple, you will find that the entire sky is white without a trace of color.

The ground is a white grid with black lines, somewhat like a chessboard.

There are 6 temples standing on this plane with no boundaries, representing respectively

Space, time, creation, destruction, light, darkness.

Xiao Ming didn't know what these six temples represented, and even if he knew, he wouldn't be able to understand them.

In fact, most of these temples are currently ownerless. Only the two temples of time and space are known to have temple owners.

In the empty space, Xiao Ming stood like a small black dot, looking very lonely.

It's very deserted here.

Originally, apart from these temples, there was just open space.

But at this moment, an additional building appeared in an open space not far from the six major temples.

It is a two-story house with an oval roof. It looks like a warehouse, but the sign at the door tells you that it is not——

It's a "killing knife" gun shop.

To be honest, Xiao Ming was a little surprised when he saw this name for the first time. Is this a way to tell customers, ‘Our store is here to rip off people’?

Xiao Ming came to the door and found that this store did not use automatic doors.

Although the gun was of no use to him, he still opened the door and walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw that the walls, counters, and even the ceiling of the store were filled with dazzling firearms. There were all kinds of firearms, and none of them were duplicated. It was like a museum of firearms.

Xiao Ming looked around as he walked, and he saw traditional firecrackers, futuristic laser guns, and even missile-sized firearms - which at first glance were not for human use.

Xiao Ming walked to the checkout counter, looked at the shopkeeper who was sitting behind the checkout counter and was wiping the firearm with a rag, and grinned.

"I knew it was you."

Old John didn't even raise his head and said to himself.

“Opening a gun shop has always been a part of my life, it’s like killing ‘time’ in a place where there is no ‘time’.”

The Cross-border Committee located in the void has no real concepts of time and space.