"No. 5, this is not a place where living people can come. What are you doing here? Are you looking for a ticket?" No. 2's voice was full of ridicule. He was wearing a mask and it was difficult to tell what his specific expression was.
Wen Zhong raised his eyebrows and asked, "No. 2, what are you doing here again? Is it possible that you are a dead person now?"
"I'm here to... wait, I don't seem to have any obligation to tell you, right? Who are you? Are you the captain of the headquarters?" No. 2's voice gradually became colder, and he seemed to be about to take action if he disagreed.
"I will return this sentence to you intact." Wen Zhong said with an indifferent expression: "If you have nothing to do, get out of here, or I will twist off your head and use it as a ball."
"Interesting, interesting." No. 2's voice became louder and louder, and even his body began to twitch unnaturally. The mask on his face shook, and some body fluids seeped out from the gaps.
But then, as if he thought of something, he abruptly stopped his next action, reached out and knocked on the boulder beside him and said, "No. 5, I'm not here to cause trouble for you."
"How about we make a trade? I promise you won't suffer a loss, and I think you won't refuse."
"Trade? What do you want to trade?" Wen Zhong said: "Let's make it clear first, I won't make some dirty deals with you. You should know exactly what it is."
Number 2 shrugged and said, "It's not that serious. I'm very sincere. I just want you to help find something, and the reward is this ticket."
With that said, No. 2 flipped his wrist, and a simple, old and earthy ticket appeared in his hand.
As soon as the ticket appeared, the mask with the number 5 engraved on it in Wen Zhong's arms reacted, emitting a warmth, as if to remind him that the ticket in front of him was the target of his mission.
"How about it? Your mask should have reacted. This thing is definitely genuine and can be used by children." Number 2 said, turning his wrist again to collect the ticket.
Wen Zhong stared at No. 2 expressionlessly, but there was a wave of excitement in his heart. He did not expect to see the second ticket here. No, to be precise, this was the first time he saw the real thing.
"You just took out the ticket so carelessly, aren't you afraid of being robbed?" Wen Zhong said, with one of his ghost hands behind his back, ready to snatch it by force.
"Since I dare to take it out, of course I'm not afraid of being robbed. Why don't you give it a try first?" No. 2 said nonchalantly: "Speaking of which, it's our first meeting. Why are you targeting me so much?"
"It is indeed our first time to meet, but do you still remember No. 6?" Wen Zhong said coldly.
No. 2 was silent for a moment after hearing this, and said with some surprise: "Is that why? I think you may have misunderstood. His death has nothing to do with me. Besides, he is just a dead man. Do you want to stand up for him?"
"Forget it, just pretend I haven't been here. It's rare to meet someone who is not dead. It's just a pity that my brain is not very good."
No. 2 sighed and was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly felt something grabbing his calf. When he looked down, he saw pale arms stretching out from nowhere on the ground.
One of the cold hands was tightly clamping his calf, preventing him from leaving here.
"No. 5, what do you mean? You want to fight with me here?!" No. 2's neck twitched, and veins protruded from it one after another, which made people's hair stand on end.
next moment.
No. 2's eyes were filled with a layer of dark gray, and he felt his body sink. Then, his head lowered involuntarily.
An extremely bad premonition suddenly emerged in No. 2's mind, which was a premonition of death.
But before he could react, he only heard a "Pfft--" sound coming from his ear, like a sound mocking him, or like a sound of a candle being extinguished.
"boom--"
There was a dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and the world was spinning in an instant. His own body appeared in front of No. 2's eyes. What was noteworthy was that his neck was empty.
"Damn it, what have you done!"
Seeing this scene, No. 2 felt like he was going crazy. He was actually dismembered by the guy who made up the numbers in this ceremony. How could this be possible? It was hard for him to accept this fact no matter what.
"Noisy."
Wen Zhong walked to No. 2's side. The other person's body was already covered with a layer of dark gray velvet. Looking at the other person's head that was still screaming crazily, Wen Zhong couldn't help but frown.
Then, he raised the guillotine in his hand and penetrated the head on the ground, causing No. 2 to completely shut his mouth.
Only then did Wen Zhong notice that under the No. 2 mask, there was a face full of wrinkles. To be precise, it was more like a wood carving carved from a piece of wood. The face was intricately covered with roots.
After being pierced by the guillotine, it was even more obvious that this head was also carved from wood. Not only that, after peeling off the opponent's clothes, it was discovered that No. 2's skin was also covered with wood textures.
This No. 2 turned out to be just a puppet.
"The body of No. 2 is actually a supernatural object? No wonder he is so confident to walk around in a place like this. So his body should still be alive. He has to find another chance to kill him, otherwise it will easily lead to trouble.
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Wen Zhong looked at the puppet and felt a little pity. It should be unusable after being chopped like this with a guillotine. Unless he could find an expert who specialized in repairing supernatural items to help, he would have no choice but to give up.
However, the next moment, the puppet was suddenly spliced together, and the cracks cut by the guillotine were restored, making the entire puppet look as if it had just been carved from wood.
"Not bad, I didn't expect such an unexpected gain." Wen Zhong looked at the brand-new puppet and nodded with satisfaction.
He still doesn't know how to use this puppet, but he thinks it shouldn't be particularly complicated, and he has some concerns. He probably won't use it in a short time. If he wants to use it, he has to wait until No. 2 is dead. Who knows he is here?
What backhand is left inside the puppet?
After judging that No. 2's body was still alive, Wen Zhong didn't hold out much hope and groped for a while on the clothes the puppet had been wearing, but he actually found the ticket.
Holding this ticket that smelled of earth, he always felt that there was an unreal feeling, and the second stage of the ceremony was completed by accident.
"Then it's time to return to reality. Do you really want me to dive and swim back?" Wen Zhong put away the ticket and looked at the pool in front of him, feeling a slight headache.