The five-pointed star array made of blood reflects an evil light, and something evil is slowly spreading and growing inside.
Four hooded figures are in the room.
The red candlelight only illuminated the shadows of their masks.
There is a damp smell in the air.
"How many days until we are free?" one of them said.
"Vomit." The one next to me made a vomiting motion. It was dragging a body...or half a corpse. The bloody thing pulled out a red mark on the ground. The dark red color made people feel uneasy.
The rest of the masked people felt uneasy.
"To be honest." A female voice said, "This is no better than cannibalism, no better than cannibalism..."
"Then you want to eat people?" said a mature man's voice as firm as steel.
His serious tone makes you feel that even if he tells a joke, it doesn't feel like a joke, and even if he makes a joke, it doesn't feel like a joke.
"No, no..." The woman waved her hands worriedly.
"A certain degree of indulgence will be conducive to greater moderation."
The mature man said in a hypnotic tone: "This world is too big and too unknowable. We haven't even seen the core cabin of Utopia, so we can't wait to board the black island to touch everything in the world. Look at the sea,
The sky, both above and inside, is full of weird things waiting for us. We must move forward rationally and gain stronger strength. Sacrifice is just a crime we have to bear."
The person making the vomiting gesture straightened up.
Under the mask, the woman's trembling lips no longer trembled as she completed this kind of murder called "torture" for the first time.
Young people who ask when they will be free think that they are so cool.
Corpse?
The corpse showed no reaction. His empty eyes seemed to be looking at the mature man's exposed hand, looking at the gold wedding ring that originally belonged to the corpse.
If it is a necessary crime.
Why take other people's property?
The corpse doesn't know and won't ask.
Fortunately, someone else would ask for him.
On the ceiling, darkness slowly spread. It was like it was raining outside, and there was some water leaking from the ceiling. It was a small patch, to the extent that no one would care. Four people who had performed evil rituals,
They shared a discussion about a secret book called "The Monk of Suffering". They even looked like humans, looking through the book and boasting about the knowledge and power they had learned from it.
Tick tock.
First, a drop of water fell down and landed on the head of the woman inside.
She was thinking about academics, sighed in annoyance, and looked at the ceiling a little hysterically:
"Why is it leaking?"
"Maybe it's raining." The young man is addicted to the pleasure of learning hidden knowledge. This feeling that he can clearly feel that he is 'getting stronger' as he understands more fields is really fascinating.
Another young man frowned, secretly opened the curtains, and looked at the outside world. The dark tomb-like hill and the sheepfold came into view. The night was thick, but the light of March seemed like a subtle illumination.
Not here. He murmured: "It's not raining..."
The mature man's face under the mask showed a thoughtful expression, and the next moment, he seemed to have remembered something.
"Be alert, light the oil lamp..."
The words were not spoken yet.
A sudden dark wind appeared strangely in the room, on the second floor of the shepherd's hut with no doors or windows opened. The curtains seemed to be being pulled wildly by an invisible ghost.
call!
The wind is blowing!
The candles, the oil lamps that did not close the window guards, went out in an instant.
Intense fear trapped the four people's necks, preventing them from screaming.
In the darkness, the darkness on the ceiling quickly grew larger.
Tick tock.
Tick tock tick.
swish swish...
Dense raindrops dripped from the ceiling and onto the ground. The water flowed on the ground like some kind of living jelly, slowly wrapping around the soles of their feet.
The cold mist began to block their physical energy.
They dare not move.
Only the mature man's trembling hand reached into his pocket, took out a revolver, looked a little embarrassed in the rain curtain indoors, opened the safety, stirred the steam bolt next to it, and fired the gun of the revolver.
The chamber increases pressure so that it can be used on rainy days.
Click click click…
This is the only sound among the rain.
Then.
Scream!
A figure wearing a yellow raincoat suddenly appeared at the door. Under the hood of the yellow raincoat was a pair of red beast eyes.
"..."
"Die, monster!"
"Ahhh!"
Bang! Bang bang!
"..."
The dark world behind the curtains only emitted two brief flashes of light and two dull sounds.
"..."
The rain greedily absorbed the red blood.
The four corpses fell down. Their crimes were no longer important. Their bodies and powers were contaminated by strange stories. The weirdo in the yellow raincoat held a short-handled tool hammer in his overly long sleeves, with a dark silver color on it.
stained by the brown color of blood.
Its job is done.
The rain slowly stopped as if it knew about this. The weirdo in the yellow raincoat looked around, and suddenly... as if he saw something, he slowly walked towards a desk with a hammer.
His sleeves gently touched the delicious roast beef sausage wrapped in oil paper on the table.
Squeak!
The door opens and the lights come on.
Under the light at the door, the true identity of the strange man in yellow is revealed. He is a chubby cat that looks like a chinchilla!
Wearing a yellow raincoat.
The chubby cat has long whiskers on its face.
The pretty young man at the door stretched out his left hand and scolded:
"Unsummon!"
"Meow!"
The fat cat in the yellow raincoat reluctantly tried to stretch out its claws to grab the beef sausage, but it disappeared into the air and only made a very unwilling sound of 'meowing'.
Boom.
The dark silver tool hammer used as the summoning material for [Rainy Night Butcher Phantom] fell to the ground, causing a splash of water...
"..."
"call."
Gwen took a long breath and shook her head.
"How's the power of the spell?" Behind him, the curse blade poked out from above his head and glanced at the room.
"It seems quite powerful. Kill four in one dozen." Behind her, Huita's head stretched out from above her head and looked into the room.
Gwen turned around, but her face almost hit the mountains of Curse Blade.
He reflexively took a step back and splashed into the water.
These two guys... Gwen pointed to the room: "Search."
"Destined." The guy from Curse Blade responded angrily, picked up an oil lamp and got into the room.
"Poor old Sam Deli, I read the report that he has just found a true love who is twenty-three years younger than him and has exchanged wedding rings. This cannot be said to be unfortunate, it is almost as if he has just become a lifelong virgin.
It’s like my girlfriend died suddenly..."
When Hui Ta walked into the room, he took out the file and took a look at it.
Cursed Blade squatted on the ground, first inspected the corpse that was used as a sacrifice, and smiled at the same time:
"And what's even more tragic is that when he died suddenly, he was still preparing to send his treasures away for the last time. In short, poor Sam Deli, no one cared about him, even his true love was caught having fun in a bar and was arrested
Only when I couldn't find anyone to vouch for me did I think of him."
"That girl is pretty cool, is she a Root?" Huita's face had a suspicious blush, and a somewhat unnatural and slutty look.
"Not every type of Root can lay eggs." Cursed Blade said with a meaningful pun, "If it's not what you should do, don't do it."
Gwen looked at the two people still joking about the corpse, and shook his head slightly: "Four ordinary people, only the leader has a little bit of source power mark, do we need to deal with such a thing?"
"also need?"
Cursed Blade let out a disdainful laugh, "It's this guy with half a bucket of water who is so harmful. The real source of power is not so harmful. Look at the one who summons monsters, that is, he goes to the wilderness to kill wild beasts.
The purpose was just to kill a Source Power envoy. And this group of people? Killed four people in seven days, one child and three adults. You have no idea what ritual they used to kill these people..."
Hui Ta said seriously next to him:
"If what they got was a fake, it would be a life for several lives at most, but what's most scary is that some of them got the real thing...Last time, a group of stupid young people summoned demons in the college carriage.
And without protective measures in place, more than a hundred children and more than two hundred teenagers died that day... We are not afraid of our opponents being cunning and bad, because in that case we would at most be trying too hard."
"What I'm most afraid of is the stupid and bad ones..."
"Those beasts can do anything, and they dare to do anything. If you don't prepare a sense of protection to summon the devil? Dare you; don't prepare an exorcism ritual to invite evil spirits? Dare you; don't prepare money to transform into a werewolf? Isn't that too much?
…”
"There is nothing these idiots dare not do, especially after taking too many drugs."
Gwen nodded.
Indeed, on Yuanli Yilu, the most feared bad things are not other Yuanli messengers, because everyone is a scholar and knows the 'consequences' and 'prices'.
But idiots are different.
Not only does the idiot have no horse, he is also reckless and dares to do anything.
"It is indeed Sam Deli and no one else. These four mentally retarded people are, oh, a mentally retarded club called the [Misery Poetic Society], which has only been established for two weeks. The authorities' report said that they were suspected of having obtained some kind of evil
Secret code, a society that pursues suffering'."
Curse Blade grabbed the information and took a look at it.
"Crime, murder of at least four people."
"A reward is offered, 50 military rounds per person, life or death."
"It's a small profit, not bad. At least the cost of customizing the materials is back." Cursed Blade picked up the dark silver tool hammer.
She handed it over: "But in general, Gwen, your luck and charm are too high, right?"
"Um?"
Gwen took the hammer and rolled his eyes at the other party. He didn't think there was any need to discuss these two values. But what he didn't expect was that Gray Tower also nodded in agreement:
"The luck value is really high. We just received a few commissions to find out information, and you quickly found out one of the relevant information. These four people from the Misery Poetry Society are not so easy to catch."
This is quite...
This is not a good train, but an ordinary rural train, the one that produces food. Sam Deli is an ordinary shepherd here with fifty sheep. His isolation is a reflection of him, and he is lonely.
Old Ron'en died alone, and this was his future.
Among rural-level trains, the land here is not considered valuable.
There are only a few stone factories built nearby, so it can be regarded as a good hiding spot. If it had not been informed, even the Curse Blade would not have guessed that the perpetrator had boldly stopped on the township train near the Laoxiangren.
On... It can be regarded as under the nose. But if they hadn't found them, I'm afraid this group of people would have been able to hide for a few months and then leave safely.
Before they went up to the second floor, they found the purchased ingredients, newspapers, etc. in the hall below...
Even the hygiene was improved.
I have to say that the crab-foot picture is actually more hygienic than an old man living alone, which is quite realistic and ironic.
Cursed Blade shook his head:
"Gwen also has a charm that makes people want to talk..."
"..."
The more noteworthy thing in the room is a secret book called "The Monk of Suffering".
As bounty hunters and secret agents, they are independent of the system of the authorities and the Secret Service. They do not need to hand over the trophies they obtain, or even tell them about them.
Curseblade is obviously a veteran in this business.
I sat down on the clean sofa on the first floor and wrote down three points while writing the report:
"No gain."
"No way."
"They are just four crab-legged figures who simply worship evil."
Finished writing these three points.
Gwen didn't know if the authorities would believe it, but he believed it anyway. With more than a dozen military rounds in his pocket, and the effect of three impurity opals, Gwen obediently didn't say anything about the sense of justice in his heart!
He's not a very righteous person anyway.
Huita also took ten rounds for military use and fifty for private use.
Curse Blade himself bought two pieces of impure peridot and half a box of brass.
The distribution is very reasonable.
Let Gwen take the one with the highest value.
On Utopia, gems also have various meanings, and are essential products for various rituals. Ghost stories will also consume a large amount of gems to be strengthened. Legend has it that all kinds of terrible things have been encountered before, as long as there are
With gems of good quality, you can throw them away and run away without looking back. This way you can often escape...
Under various legends, gems have also become an important part of utopian culture.
Gwen stretched out and felt the environment in the spiritual landscape.
"..."
Certain changes have already taken place in the spiritual landscape.
The first is that there is a small wooden board on the lake...or should we say a raft?
There is a strange machine like a transmitter on the square raft, which keeps making a beeping sound. With gears made of wood and branches with green leaves, this machine is like Drew.
It is a pure wood machinery produced by Yi.
A cat lamp was parked on top, rubbing some buttons on the machine with its thick, hairy cat paws.
Their working time is only for a short time, about one minute, these five cat lights will run away, and the other five cat lights will take over the work.
Such a machine cost Gwen most of his energy to construct, and he spent a lot of military bullets to buy gems for the cat lanterns to use as materials. He also spent a lot of private money to buy rations for the cat lanterns.
, they are willing to make it.
And this machine is only equal to one spell slot.
No, it should be said that it is equal to a skill slot?
Gwen can place a spell in it and use her charm and perception attributes to provide bonuses to cast the spell...
However, the cat lamp needs to be operated every two minutes. In other words, sixty cat lamps are needed to maintain this machine in an hour to provide Gwen with a spell slot. And the working hours of the cat lamp...
Anyway, when Long Gwen told Gwen, he was shocked...
A cat lamp works for 1 minute and needs to rest for more than an hour and fifty-nine minutes!
That is to say, in theory, one hundred and twenty cat lanterns are needed to provide a charm attribute spell slot. Since cat lanterns can also be lazy, the actual number of this number should be one hundred and fifty cat lanterns to provide continuous power.
'.
Currently, the cat lights in his spiritual landscape are only enough to support the operation of two such machines.
As for the only spell slot now, he stuffed it into the spell [Rainy Night Butcher Phantom], a summoning spell.
His spells can not only get the bonus of charm and perception, but also the bonus of the source ability held by Long Gwen (suspected) [Cat Lantern Theory], a cat that provides energy in a spell slot
The more lights there are, the stronger the bonus.
After these additions, Rainy Night Butcher Phantom, a phantom-level summon that could only fight two or three ordinary people, is now so powerful that it can instantly kill ordinary people one to four. From this point of view, he is in a spell.
The talent on...
I'm afraid it's excellent!
Ah ha ha ha ha!
"..."
Gwen was so proud that even her actions when eating beef sausage became heroic.
Huita sat next to him.
The bear held a hamburger in its paws and said at the same time: "But the spell with high charm value turns out to be like that...a fluffy fat cat lamp."
"Well……"
Gwen didn't know how to explain.
The Rainy Night Butcher he summoned was not in the form of cat ears or dog ears, but... in the form of a fat cat.
I really don't know how to explain this.
His source of power is not that of a fat cat!
"Yes, it is the embodiment of high charm." Gwen said in a serious manner, "No one hates cat lanterns. Even the crazy crabs will find it funny when they see cat lanterns. Such furry creatures cannot arouse the hostility of others.
Yes, doesn’t this count as high charm?”
"That makes sense."
Huita was convinced.
"Instead of the two of you discussing how hairy the Rainy Night Butcher summoned by Gwen is, why don't you come over and write a report for me?"
Curse Blade said with a dissatisfied look.
"..."
Huita suddenly took out the cigarette case from his pocket:
"I'm going to smoke."
"I am coming too."
The two brothers ran out without even looking at the squirrel.
…………
On Utopia, there are characters like bounty hunters who make a living as 'detectives'... The reason why they are called bounty hunters is because these detectives often have the ability to single-handedly kill seven in and six out in Changban Slope.
...and the reason why they are called detectives is because their force value is only enough to "fight in", but it may be a bit difficult to "fight out".
Due to the universality of source power, the universality of monsters, and the outbreak of a large number of strange stories.
There are endless crimes related to occultism throughout Utopia.
Each association accepts this kind of commission not only because of "maintaining order and for remuneration", but more importantly:
In Utopia, killing bad guys is not a crime.
Therefore, the sources of human corpses for all associations that favor order and temperance basically come from criminals.
Secret investigation is relatively pure.
As long as they have money, they have an in-depth cooperation with an association called the "Quiet Corpse Ceremony Association", and the other party will dispose of the criminal's body. The secret agents don't know much about the other party's philosophy, but in short, if they give money, they are good brothers.
Secret agents are so direct!
Gwen and the others waited until the members of the Silent Corpse Ceremony arrived to dispose of the body.
This is a group of silent bachelors wearing black robes. Whether they are young or old, they all have an indifferent expression. Of course, it is just a pretended indifference... Gwen has been exposed to the philosophy of their association, and their philosophy focuses on
'Form exists without spirit' is a concept that changes inner meaning through external state.
This sublimated form of philosophy is a state of ‘discussing the deeds but not the heart’.
Pay attention to changing the inside through the external appearance, handling things, and actions. These three are synchronized.
Resolutely resist the phenomenon of "saints without merit".
It can be understood that they hate shock waves.
They are the kind of people who think that no matter how you shock the waves, you must have at least one champion in hand (that is, the public), but in the eyes of some people, it may be quite blasphemous.
For example, the society that worships Saint Larry regards the Silent Corpse Ceremony as its mortal enemy.
Because they explain the saint's behavior and interpret everything about the saint to improve themselves and make themselves closer to the saint.
The Silent Corpse Ceremony Society believes: "Your saint Larry is a shock wave. He has no achievements, no personal accomplishments, and can't even count from one to nine. He is not so much a saint as he is a shockwave."
Retarded."
They don't just think.
Also promote...
As a result, other people's defenses were broken.
...For a relatively pragmatic association like this, it is very normal to have a good relationship with secret agents.
After all, the secret agent was also attracted by the association that worshiped the saint Larry. The president of the secret agent at that time had a famous saying: "Saint? I know he is a saint, but... how much military support are you willing to give?"
If you have money, bring it with you. This is a secret investigation.
All blind worship is a shock wave, this is the Corpse Society.
"..."
The bachelors of the corpse club collected the corpses, then took out the bullets and went to the nearby phone booth to call the police and let the car crew handle the rest.
When they make the final decision.
The secret investigation team had already left the township train early and went to the Secret Service Bureau to collect the reward.
…………
In the city center carriage of the Fellow Train, the buildings here are still in the Gothic style that exudes a noble and cool look.
It’s just that the added dieselpunk modification makes it look a little more novel.
On the pedestrian street paved with smooth red bricks, well-dressed citizens of Utopia are coming and going. Even here, the world is divided into two types of people. One type wears gorgeous and luxurious Gothic attire, and the other type looks like a cursed blade.
This is a modern look with trousers and a shirt, paired with a coat or cloak.
Through the glass, Gwen watched these two different types of people walking on the pedestrian street and sighed:
No matter where in the world we are, the so-called 'middle class poor' still exist.
He is staying in this place called the Crew Cafe, which is the secret entrance and exit of the Secret Service. But it is not a secret... Most of the Source Force messengers know that this is a place where missions are released, replacing the function of the bar.
Gwen stayed here obediently. Sitting across from him was a man and a woman, both wearing cloaks and big-brimmed hats of crew members. They were all Ron. They all stared at him, staring at him. This look was like being alert to whether he would be violent and hurtful in the next second.
He looked like he would draw his gun if he acted rashly.
"..."
The ghostly lodging body.
——This is the identity Cursed Blade seeks for him, and only with this identity can he regain the ID card specially approved by the Secret Service and log in to the citizen system.
Ghost stories are generally divided into several major types, among which the more obvious ones are the Rainy Night Butcher, the Mist Slayer and the Mind Flayer. They control a person and make their spirit and behavior start to be close to the ghost stories themselves. Eventually he loses control and becomes a killing machine.
However, there will still be lucky people under this kind of ghost story. Not only are they not swallowed by the ghost story, but they in turn swallow part of the power from the ghost story.
This situation is called a ghost lodging body.
From a monster that everyone beat up, he became a genius source of power that everyone loved.
They are also called "people who wake up from ghost stories". Gwen originally knew this from Jackal, but Jackal didn't say one thing, that is, "people who have entered ghost stories before can also be addicted to them again." the possibility'.
Weird stories are the opposite of miracles, but they are also a type of miracle in themselves.
The further you go on the path of source power, the more you will be attracted to it.
Return to the weird stories, throw away the reason, and embrace the madness.
This is also the core theory of some associations, and it is quite marketable, and the combat power system of this kind of "active diving (jumping into strange stories)" source power messengers is relatively easy to form. One or two "energy output system" abilities, plus Take a series of standard 'Summon Three Treasures' spells (ghouls, skeletons, zombies), and then create a main attack spell such as 'Filthy Scream' (a spell that can cause morale and dark damage to the surrounding people after a giao comes out. Text)', such as 'Half Corpse' (summoning a half-corpse spirit body to pounce on and bite), it's basically taken shape.
After being addicted to the pirated version of Kaitan Awakener, he can explode into a combat power system that takes shape so quickly.
So the performance of the genuine ghost story awakener after re-addiction can only be described in two words:
【Indiscriminate killing】
Therefore, it is natural for people to be wary.
But being warned like this will make you feel uncomfortable even if you understand.
"..."
"Would the mind flayer actually choose such a person to stay?"
The woman opposite said this. She has a face that is not particularly good-looking but handsome. She looks a bit like a police officer, which gives people a good momentum and a very handsome feeling. She also speaks with a sense of seriousness. She seems to have the temperament of a female head teacher who just took office.
"A person like me?"
Gwen decided that if the other party was rude again the next second, she would throw a cup of coffee at him.
"Yeah. You're the kind of person."
The opponent's aggression has already overflowed.
"You are so polite."
Gwen picked up the cold coffee and poured it on.
Clang.
Putting the coffee cup back to its place, he ignored the hand of the man opposite him on his waist, stood up expressionlessly, stretched and turned around to walk towards the door.
"Stop!" Male Rongen shouted.
"If you pull out the gun, I will kill you." Gwen said to Ron in a calm tone, while looking at the female Ron who was still in shock, "Including you."
His single eye began to burn with fire, and without hesitation, he used his source power to hit the two people who were inexplicably wary of him.
Although he is not proficient in this way, with this sneak attack bonus, Gwen is still able to make the opponent pee their pants in a very embarrassing way.
This small conflict attracted the attention of many people in the cafe.
A richly dressed lady opened a small fan to cover her face and said with a smile:
"The mind flayer's host body, this generation is really powerful."
The three Shads who were playing the Ancient Witch card raised their heads and looked over:
"The Mind Flayer..."
"It's a bit powerful. No wonder the cursed blade has been so noisy these days."
"..."
There was a lot of discussion, but no one had any comments about the embarrassing pair of Ron.
The black dog of the Secret Service is such a shameful existence.
The power of the heart is the power of the source force messenger.
When your heart becomes your prison, no matter how good the treatment is, it cannot improve your inherent combat effectiveness.
This is what Utopia loves to say:
"Don't let your actions and your uniform become chains that restrict you."
"..."
Huita was smoking outside the cafe. He was reading a book called "One Hundred Incredible Stories: Issue 3" in his hand, nodding from time to time as if to express his approval.
His bear ears twitched sharply.
He looked away and looked over:
"Are you not used to it?"
"Well, the more I spend time with people, the more I like cats."
Gwen felt the urge to smoke one.
But he controlled it, and instead took out a private coin, stuffed it into the drink machine next to him, and pressed the [Radiation Coke] button.
Clang.
He bent down, picked it up, glanced at it, and showed a smile that appeared briefly and then disappeared:
"Lemon flavor, good luck has come."
With his back against the wall, he pulled the tab and took a sip. He raised his head again and said to the gray tower next to him:
"Excuse me."
"What's wrong?"
"I wasted the coffee you bought me."
"Ah, this? Don't take it to heart. If you had said you were going to fall on the faces of these disgusting black dogs, I would have ordered you a hot cup. Ha, a little is very refreshing."
After Hui Tower laughed, he shook his head: "Gwen, it's because of such self-indulgent people in this world that it becomes less beautiful. You see, no high-level source of power will tell you about your strange talk.
The identity of the host body is uneasy, but these self-centered people like to imagine that the big shots are uneasy, so they decided to take it upon themselves to spy on you."
"Stupid and disgusting."
Gwen closed his eyes. He didn't like this atmosphere very much. If the curse blade hadn't brought him here, he wouldn't have been happy to come. Of course, he was a little curious at first and wanted to come, but he regretted it after he came.
He came here with the thought that he might be able to meet a Source Power Messenger who is as friendly as the Gray Tower Jackal.
But as soon as I walked in, I was disgusted by the bad guys from the Secret Service.
This feeling arose.
"In short, you don't need to take them too seriously. Source power messengers like you are hundreds of times more talented than them. Don't worry about it next time you meet them. Anyway, no matter how you insult them, these black dogs will show off.
He has the characteristic of bullying the weak and fearing the strong.”
"Really?"
"Really, even though I also work in the Secret Service and Curse Blade also works in the Secret Service, when the two of us look at the faces of these black dogs, they don't even dare to say a word!" Gray Tower said.
A move that showed off muscles.
This action amused Gwen.
He covered his mouth and smiled: "Then can I ask you to vent my anger?"
"Wasn't it enough just now?"
"It's far from enough." Gwen put her left hand to her face and smiled again, "I'm troubling you on this matter, senior."
This kind of warm relationship is the kind of social interaction Gwen wants to have.
"..."
Outside the door, we chatted for a while about the stories in "Collection of Strange Tales: Issue 9".
The collection of ghost stories is not a collection of manuscripts recording ghost stories, but a collection of manuscripts that are similar to making up stories. To describe it with the manuscripts that Gwen is familiar with, it is the unrestrained and random version of O Lin, but the advantage is that it is not like O Lin.
Every issue like Lin's is full of inspirational chicken soup stories, forcing himself to be moved, using shit-like writing to sublimate the topic, and finally forcing the beginning and end to echo and feel that this is an article.
The routines of the collection of ghost stories are more crude, a short story that goes against the routine, with a little bit of chicken soup, and then suddenly reverses for you, using hearty and gorgeous writing to make the hairs on your back stand up like a JS-like intimidation, which is similar to the fine stories in Asia.
The details of the story are astonishing to think about. The combined story has no logic or rationality, it is just a refreshing article with a little story!
very interesting.
We were in a good mood while chatting, and we had the motivation to meet up for supper together in the evening.
After a while, Gwen saw the cursed blade coming out of the entrance of the Secret Service through the glass window.
She was extremely popular, and almost every source of power would say a few words to her, including the noble lady whose source of power was astonishing in quality and quantity, and even said a few words to her with a pink complexion.
Everyone respects her advice.
No one would stare at this crazy squirrel with wary eyes.
She was like a social butterfly. She could chat with people and get some information wherever she appeared. However, Curse Blade didn't pay much attention to this, and she quickly walked out with a box full of bullets.
As soon as she came out, she said with pride:
"Originally they were only willing to give us the normal price of 50 rounds for military use per person, which is 200 rounds for military use, but I negotiated a price of 70 rounds for military use each! They also reimbursed us the postage for the round trip and let us pick it up tomorrow.
Come here alone... Huita, be careful not to let the rabbit do too much."
"Too much?" Gwen asked curiously.
Cursed Blade clapped his hands and let out a hearty and crazy laugh: "Last time, the rabbit reimbursed us with a receipt for two months' fuel expenses, which almost prevented the car crews from the government from coming to trouble us, but it was for the last car.
It’s about the train. To be honest, I quite like the atmosphere here at Laoxianren, it is indeed the ‘hometown’ of Gray Tower.”
To be honest, there is such a thing as reimbursement.
I've already guessed it...
Rabbit, a cat, would secretly add money, but he didn't expect to be so ruthless...
Two full months... Gwen expressed his admiration for Tu Xi's boldness. There are not many people who dare to open their mouth to report accounts like this. Tu Xi is the first one he has seen in this world.
"In addition, the authorities also want us to solve some other cases. The black dog followed a group of Crabfoots, but there was no evidence. As a result, they started late and let the other party escape. It seemed that they also ran to the Homecoming.
Went, because the Homecoming Bureau branch didn't want our branch to get involved...'It's up to you to do this, secret investigation,' that's what the person just said to me, hey, you can make some money again.
It’s a stroke of luck.”
"Are you going right away?" Gwen was a little used to the busyness of the Source Envoy.
After he came back, he dealt with several incidents non-stop. This was the work of the source force messenger. He also earned some military bullets and got some gems. He has become accustomed to this exciting life and cannot go back to the past...
This sounds a lot like rape, but it's not.
It makes life full of passion. You never know whether the next case you have to deal with is a crab-leg picture, a crazy smash, or the chosen one who is crazy, Zhou Keer, who is favored by the four crazy gods.
Fortunately, fleeing into the wilderness is not a wise choice.
Otherwise, the situation Gwen will face will be more complicated and tracking will be more difficult.
It can be seen that...
Gwen's nemesis Lizzie is such a terrible woman!
As a non-melee source of power, he dared to escape in the wilderness. Just like the well-trained association that summoned monsters to hunt in the wilderness, they were all real enemies at the level of source of power.
As an old enemy, I will definitely hunt the other party in the future.
I hope my speed of progress can match that of my opponents.
Gwen sincerely hopes so.
"Of course not. We have been spinning for a long time and have made a lot of money! It's time to relax when it's time to relax, and it's time to shop when it's time to shop. I'm going to buy some spells."
Curse Blade said: "Buy a stand-in spell. In a previous mission, I found that I had too few life-saving means... Although I am very confident, confidence does not mean blindness. It is always good to have some life-saving means..."
Well, a life-saving measure...
Gwen was a little envious.
So he said forcefully: "Then you have to take me there too, and I also want a substitute spell."
At most, I have to work overtime to free up the second spell slot and put the spell on it!
"Hey." Curse Blade scratched his head, "It feels like I have an extra little sister."
"Who did you rely on to earn the bullet?"
Gwen developed a shameless spirit.
There was nothing Curse Blade could do: "Okay, okay, then you can change into more relaxed clothes tomorrow and we'll go to the small shop on Sports Street."
