weird world corpse

Chapter 283 The Miserable Ghost City Owner
A transparent bottle, a bronze key, and a picture.

Fang Mu looked at the red-covered Wei in front of him, but what interested him was the thing in Wei's hand.

He had seen the key before, and even he had one.

The last time I got rid of a grudge in Xiaoshanbao, I touched this key.

Seeing it again suddenly this time, Fang Mu became very interested.

"Where did you get these things?" Fang Mu took two steps forward, exuding a sharp aura all over his body, stretched out his right hand and said, "Come, show me."

Wang Erlou has turned into a strange look. Apart from the red skin, there are also burns in many places.

Hearing Fang Mu's question, Wang Erlou cautiously put these things behind his back.

A very powerful human being, so powerful that it is a little afraid.

"Shops have their own rules. I only sell ironware here." Wang Erlou said something, but did not answer Fang Mu's words.

It feels very aggrieved, because it looks so humble now.

Fang Mu raised his hand and slapped him.

"Snapped!"

When the crisp voice came, Wang Erlou covered his face with astonishment.

"How is it possible, I'm a rule type." Wang Erlou didn't dare to say anything: "How could you hurt me without passing the rules?"

"Snapped!"

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

Fang Mu raised his hand and slapped him again.

The other side of Wang Erlou's face was also swollen, but he still didn't react.

"Clap clap clap..."

One after another crisp sounds came, Wang Erlou couldn't resist at all, his head shook like a rattle.

"Stop, stop." Wang Erlou begged quickly: "Stop hitting, stop hitting, talk if you have something to say, stop hitting."

It hurts, it really hurts.

Who said rule classes can't be painful?The degree of pain is obviously more severe.

"Understood now, I can't beat you." Fang Mu withdrew his hand, and said unsatisfactorily.

Wang Erlou nodded again and again: "I got it, I got it."

Fang Mu looked at the things in Wang Erlou's hand, frowned and said, "Give it to me."

At this time, Wang Erlou didn't dare to talk back, and handed over the keys and map in his hand.

Fang Mu didn't look at the key, he had one too.

He mostly looks at maps.

After opening the map, the above content is revealed.

I saw a route on the map, and the final point of the route was highlighted.

Fang Mu touched his chin and said, "Explain, what is this?"

Wang Erlou quickly said: "The owner of the ghost city gave it to me. He said it was an important thing and asked me to keep it. I don't know anything else."

It answered quickly, without hesitation at all.

loyalty?nonexistent.

In Weird, there is no such thing as loyalty, strength and life are the most important.

It didn't think about the consequences it would face after speaking out, at least for now it was important to save its life.

It also didn't choose to lie, because if this kind of weird person who can directly contact the rules has the ability to detect lies, wouldn't it be a crime for itself?

"The owner of the ghost city?" Fang Mu frowned and said, "Will it give such an important thing to you, such a weak and weird?"

Said to be weak, there is nothing wrong with it.

Wang Erlou smiled wryly and said, "I don't know either. It didn't say anything, but just told me to keep it safe. I wonder if it's because the most dangerous place is the safest."

Fang Mu fell into deep thought, and asked after a long time, "Is there anything else?"

Wang Erlou shook his head and said: "It's gone, it's really gone, please let me go, I was a blacksmith when I was alive, and I'm a blacksmith when I'm dead. I never harmed anyone when I was alive."

Fang Mu snorted and said with a smile, "Then what happens after death?"

Wang Erlou was stunned, and subconsciously said: "After I die, I will be weird, of course I will..."

The knife light lit up and passed in front of Wang Erlou.

Fang Mu stretched out his hand, and a notification sound came...

[You have touched the blacksmith and gained a trace of true energy. 】

[You have touched the blacksmith and gained a trace of true energy. 】

[You have touched the blacksmith and gained a trace of deceit. 】

[You have touched the blacksmith and gained a trace of deceit. 】

……

Two traces of genuine energy, two traces of deceitful energy, not much to gain.

Now there are 68 traces of deceitfulness, which is only two traces more than before.

The shop became dilapidated, and the contract also did not appear. It seems that the owner of the ghost market made up his mind not to allow him to acquire the shop.

Fang Mu thought for a while, put the key and map back into the Qiankun bag, and left the shop.

He didn't look for the things on the map for the time being, and he wasn't stupid. Compared with the shop, the shop was more important than the shop.

After all, getting weirdness is a real benefit.

After leaving the shop, Fang Mu looked at the whole street of shops, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised...

"Tonight, have a good time hunting!"

……

In the ghost city palace, roars came and went.

The owner of the ghost market hammered on the table with both hands, and the big and small arms seemed very different.

Its veins bulged, and it said angrily: "It's another street, can't even such a mysterious thing attract your attention, or am I showing some flaws?"

Hate!It hates it so much!
Is it easy to run a ghost market, why so much targeting it?

The air twisted for a while, and ghosts appeared.

"Master, maybe those weirdnesses are more useful to it." Ghost Shadow said respectfully: "Even more attractive than secrets."

This sentence confused the owner of the ghost city, is it more useful?attractive?
Ghost Shadow continued: "Some Xuanshi take killing the weirdness as their own responsibility, and they are born with a sense of justice, so I don't think he will go to that place."

"Then what should I do?" The owner of the ghost city sat on the chair weakly: "This kid only picks strong pushes that are weaker than himself, he is too cunning."

Ghosting thought for a while, and tentatively asked: "Or...the master closes those shops that are weaker than him?"

Hearing this, the owner of the ghost city said with a troubled face: "Don't do it, it's too bad for your health."

Closing a store is easier said than done.

That would consume its ability, and in layman's terms, it would be self-mutilation.

The weirdness of rules pays attention to fairness, and the ghost market is even more particular. Even it needs to follow some rules. Doing so now will undoubtedly be backlashed.

Ghosting said: "In this way, he has no weirdness to get rid of. Either go to the same level or high-level weirdness, or go to that door."

The owner of the ghost city fell into deep thought. After a while, he gritted his teeth, stretched out his thin left hand, and made a gesture in mid-air.

It has no choice but this one way.

As soon as this gesture appeared, the owner of the ghost city felt a pain, which continued through his arms to his limbs.

The power of invisible rules descended, and this thin arm that had not grown for a long time was reduced to ashes.

The owner of the ghost city was stunned for a moment, and then let out a burst of heartache: "You damned monks, did my left hand offend you? Ahhhhh!"

(End of this chapter)