While Snaffa was still thinking about what Sanders meant, the woman in the bar finally responded.
"There are indeed rules, but it's hard to tell whether you are a guest or not."
The beautiful voice made Sanders feel dazed for a moment. But soon, he adjusted it back, then stretched out his fingers and rubbed it gently, and saw a little bit of fine dust leaking out of his fingertips.
As soon as the dust fell, it was blown to the distant cliff by a gust of wind.
The cliff is still far away from the cemetery. If someone is on the edge of the cliff at this time, they can see a graceful figure slowly appearing here. She picks up the sand that flowed out from Sanders before.
The dust was wrapped in the palm of her hand.
"The quality is pretty good. It looks like it comes from Jiao Zhilin on the sixth floor. Heh, he's quite brave." She muttered in a low voice and threw the dust down the cliff.
Under the cliff is the boundless sea.
The sea water was calm and waveless, but when the sand and dust fell, it made low, gentle waves.
Looking at the tiny wolf head, the woman's eyes flashed with nostalgia, and she softly hummed a ditty.
The melody sounds gentle and affectionate at first, but after careful exploration, you will find that there is still a touch of sadness in the bright melody, which cannot be eliminated or forgotten.
The leisurely tune of the minor tune not only soothed the spray of the waves, but also spread to the cemetery.
"Hey, is that woman humming? It's just from the place where I heard it, why doesn't it seem like she's not in the bar anymore?" Madeleine frowned.
"More than this humming, what makes me more curious is what Mr. Huan Mo said before. Also, what does the qualifications that the man in the bar meant?" Wifet's eyes flickered.
"The most important thing is that Sir Huan Mo seems to have come to this resting place on his own initiative." Brufen also expressed his doubts.
It should be certain that Sanders came here to save Angel. But to save Angel, in fact, it is enough to cooperate with them inside and outside. There is no need to enter the resting place.
Obviously, Sanders not only wants to save Angel, he also has his own demands.
Listening to their previous conversation, it seems that "business" and "guests" were mentioned. What did Sanders take the initiative to come to the resting place to trade?
Nowadays, most people have doubts in their hearts. There are only a few people who really listen to the minor tune. On the contrary, the army of bones and the grave knights listen to the humming attentively, and even slowly return to the humming.
Underground.
The bones burrowed into the ground and continued to sleep.
The grave knight returned to the coffin, closed it and rested.
When the humming came to an end, the entire cemetery returned to the silence and emptiness it had when they first entered. Only the gravel and a large number of ground cracks in that area proved that a fierce battle had occurred here not long ago.
battle.
Although the humming has stopped, the aftertaste is still echoing in the cemetery.
When everything returned to silence, the woman on the cliff took one last deep look at the calm sea, and then her figure gradually disappeared.
At the same time, everyone heard the sound coming from the bar again.
"The deal is done, come in." This time, the voice was less frivolous and more dejected.
Sanders knocked his hat on his chest and gave a slight salute. Then he stepped into the bar.
The wall of light that blocked Sinaifa before did not appear this time.
Snaffa hesitated for a moment and wanted to follow her into it, but found that Sanders could go in, but she was still blocked by the light wall.
Snaffa's expression turned dark instantly, snorted coldly, and returned to Doji Bill's back.
As soon as she returned to the door of the Frost Church, she heard Brufen whispering to himself: "The deal is done? When did Sir Phantom make a deal with her?"
"It should be the sand dust from before." Snaffa was standing behind Sanders at that time, so she could clearly see the sand dust flowing out of his fingertips.
Sand dust? The thing you trade with the woman in the bar is sand dust?
Seeing that everyone was still confused, Snaffa snorted coldly: "When Sanders comes out later, everything will be answered naturally."
The lights in the bar were dim, but no one outside knew what was going on inside.
I could only smell it occasionally, and the faint aroma of wine wafted out from it, which made Snaffa, who was greedy for wine, unable to meditate.
About ten minutes later, the cloth around the bar was lifted, and Sanders, who put on his hat again, pushed open the door and walked out.
After Sanders left the bar, he turned to the door and bowed slightly: "Thank you for the hospitality."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the floor came from the bar.
Everyone seemed to have thought of something and looked over immediately.
But I saw a pair of slender white legs and exquisite red high-heeled shoes, exposed under the cloth skirt. Then, a hand with nails painted with khaodan stretched out the cloth skirt and slowly lifted it up.
The face of the woman leaning against the door of the bar was reflected in everyone's pupils at the same time.
Because her voice was so amazing, they also had expectations for her appearance. But after they really saw her, they realized that she was not actually beautiful.
Big wavy hair, slender eyes, slightly thick lips, and a small bright red mole on the edge of her lips.
It's not a stunning beauty. It seems a bit ordinary at first glance, but after looking at it for a long time, you can feel a strange and alluring charm.
This kind of charm is reflected not from the face, but from other details.
For example, the graceful figure, the bright red skirt and messy hair fluttering in the wind, and the apparently casual but enchanting posture when leaning against the door rail.
Even the long-handled pipe lying horizontally in her palm was full of charm while puffing away the smoke.
Not beautiful, but extremely charming.
"I once heard that Balalaika is a more charming existence than a succubus, and now it seems that it is indeed the case." Sanders praised softly.
The woman known as Balalaika smiled faintly: "I accept your compliment, but the praise is useless. Next time we meet, the transaction must still follow the rules."
Sanders: "Naturally."
"What is the deal you are talking about?" At this time, Snaifa's cold voice suddenly intervened.
Sanders glanced at Snaffa and did not answer.
Balalaika took a deep breath from his pipe and exhaled a thin layer of white smoke, his face looming in the smoke: "As a man of rules, I will not reveal what the guest's deal is."
After speaking righteously, the conversation changed: "Of course, if you are trading with me and want to ask about the contents of his transaction, I can also tell you."
Sanders' expression remained cold, unchanged at all.
But Sinaifa continued to ask: "It seems that when we make a deal with you, we are trading information?"
Balalaika just smiled and said nothing. Whatever the transaction is, it all depends on what the other party needs.
"If I want to make a deal with you, what will I have to pay?" Snaffa continued to ask.
"Resurrection Sand."
Resurrection Sand? Snaifa was stunned. She had never heard of Resurrection Sand. Could it be the sand thrown by Sanders before? So, why did this woman named Balalaika trade with Sanders?
"If you don't have the Resurrection Sand, but you have something that I'm interested in, I can still trade with you." Perhaps because of the previous transaction with Sanders, Balalaika became more pleased with this group of humans.
"Something you're interested in? Like?"
A gleam of light flashed in Balalaika's eyes, and Snaffa suddenly felt a chill all over her body, as if someone had looked at her from beginning to end, and even the things hidden in her private space were clearly visible.
Snaffa raised her head and looked at Balalaika warily: "What did you do?"
Balalaika clicked her tongue twice: "Didn't you show me the things I'm interested in? It's a pity that although there are two things on you that I'm interested in, judging from the ownership of the marks, they are not
your."
Suspense flashed in Sneffa's eyes. She did have two of the most precious items on her body, but those two items were... left by Monkey to her temporarily.
Balalaika shook her head regretfully, and suddenly, her eyes looked behind her through Snaffa.
Angel's figure fell into Balalaika's eyes.
Balalaika suddenly smiled, stretched out his slender finger and pointed at Angel: "There is something in you that I am very interested in. Are you willing to trade with me?"
Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on Angel.
A hint of darkness flashed in Sanders' eyes: "Does he have what you need?"
Balalaika raised her eyebrows: "Yes, there are more than one."
More than one thing?! Snaifa couldn't help but look at Angel. It might be understandable that the two items belonging to Lord Monchi on her body would arouse Balalaika's interest. But Angel's words... Could it be that he still has more items on his body?
"His right hand is very good." Balalaika said this with a hint of inexplicable meaning.
For a moment, all eyes were on Angel's right hand.
Although there was an illusion to cover it up, if those present looked carefully, they could still notice something strange about Angel's right hand.
It is slightly larger than the left hand, and has light green lines floating on it.
Upon closer inspection, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong. However, since Balalaika has been pointed out, there must be something fishy.
Snaifa remembered that Brufen had previously said that she wanted to study Angel's right hand, and she had ridiculed her at that time. Now it seems that there is something really fishy about Angel's right hand?
Brufen showed a look of regret. His previous attempt to take a sample for investigation failed, but now that Sanders has appeared, he wants to study Angel's right hand again, which will probably be difficult.
Sanders, standing in the cemetery, was actually surprised.
Obviously a year ago, Angel only had changes in his right palm, but now his right forearm has also changed?
Could it be that during this period, Angel saw the person in the nightmare world again?
Could this be the reason why Angel came to the abyss specifically to look for him?
When Sanders was confused, Balalaika added: "Besides, I'm also very interested in the thing on his chest..."