Chapter 77 This is the game backpack!
The boy stretched his neck, his eyes wide open.
Is that his master?
He had long, dark hair tied into a Taoist bun on top of his head, and a thin face. Although there were some fine lines at the corners of his eyes, indicating that he was not young, his eyes were dark and bright, and there was not a single beard on his face.
Who is this handsome uncle?
Is it his old master with a long beard and white hair?
No, no, no, absolutely not.
His master is an old man, not a handsome uncle at all.
Master? Where are you? There is a colleague of yours here.
The young man turned his head around, wondering if his master was still sleeping. He remembered that Mr. Zuo An said yesterday that he had taken his master to the VIP area, which was only open to guests, to rest.
Hey, Master, how can you stay in bed? I, your disciple, have already gotten up.
"What are you looking for? Why did you see me and come here quickly? Didn't I teach you to respect your teachers?" A familiar voice accompanied by a popcorn fell on the boy's head.
"Hey, Master, I just saw a classmate of yours..." The young man turned his head and looked at the handsome uncle's face. He finally uttered the last word, "Okay!"
"Collaborators? Where are the colleagues?" The handsome uncle turned his head to look for the colleagues his apprentice was talking about. Didn't he remember that they were not there yesterday?
Did he come early this morning? Where is he?
The young man swallowed hard, then reached out and poked the handsome uncle's chest. It was so hot—a living person, was he really his master?!
"There's no such thing as a colleague." The handsome uncle turned around and looked at his apprentice with a strange look. "What are you doing? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost? Even if you have, don't be scared. Take the peach wood sword I gave you and do it. Oh, I forgot your peach wood sword is broken. Don't worry, Master has a spare one here."
The handsome uncle muttered to himself as he began to rummage through the cloth bag around his waist.
It was this smell, this familiar smell, it was his master.
"Master, you are really my master." The young man hugged his master with such great strength that the handsome uncle could not break free for a while.
Moreover, the boy's voice was too loud, which attracted the others to look up at them, making the handsome uncle very embarrassed. He struggled to break free from the boy's restraints and pulled the boy to the corner to teach him a lesson.
Standing at the service counter, watching all of Zuo An's stories with rapt interest, he curiously asked Yuanqiu, "Can the elves regain their youth?"
[No.]
【What happened to the old Taoist priest? 】
He's not that old himself, only 47 this year.
[How is that possible!] Zuo An didn't believe it. When the old Taoist first came, his hair was gray and his beard was long and fluttering. Although his eyes were clear, they were full of fatigue. He was also wearing a yellow Taoist robe.
That is the old Taoist priest in film and television dramas who looks even more powerful than Lin Zhengying!
[That might be because of his experiences, which made him age prematurely.]
【Oh.】 Zuo An immediately pretended to listen attentively.
He was an orphan. His senior brother died when he was sixteen, and his master died when he was twenty-six. He never married or had children, and he lived alone in the dojo until he was 45.
Zuo An sighed a little. No wonder his senior brother was so young.
Two years ago, when the strangeness descended upon him, he responded to the nation's call and brought all his belongings from the Taoist temple down the mountain. With his half-baked Taoist skills, he should have died in the strange realm long ago.
[He ended up picking up a young man as his apprentice. He was afraid that if he died early, his apprentice wouldn't live long either, so he started to live a lowly life. With a thick skin, he led his apprentice through many strange realms and even made a name for himself with the nation.]
Zuo An raised his eyes and saw the handsome uncle still there teaching the boy a lesson. Although the boy lowered his head to listen to the lecture, he could not hide the joy on his face.
It was obvious that the young man was also happy. His master had become younger and healthier, and it hurt more when he was hit with popping millet.
[Well, I understand that he looks old, but the question is, how come he suddenly looks younger now?]
[The gift from the elves can fill the gaps in the human body. Not only can it restore the body to its natural age, it can even bring the dying back to life.]
"Oh, I see." Zuo An nodded, but he had another question: "If the elves are so good, why are they facing a catastrophic crisis?"
[Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask.] The ball turned around.
Could it tell him that the elves were almost wiped out because it was fighting with that bastard and was affected?
Will it speak
Doesn’t it have any face?
[Tsk, so stingy!] Zuo An muttered.
"Mr. Zuo An, I want to ask a question." A short-haired lady in a black and white business suit suddenly walked to the service desk and asked.
"What's the problem?" Zuo An immediately put on a professional smile.
The short-haired lady tapped the child's watch, which projected a screen showing redeemable items. She scrolled to the bottom and pointed at the gray storage space above and asked, "What does this mean?"
[That is a different space where strange limbs or strange objects can be placed.]
Zuo An explained with a smile, then frantically asked in his mind, "Isn't this just a game backpack? Do you have this ability? Why don't you open one for me? An infinite space ring? I want it too."
[You're dreaming! This space is made of the strange energy of this world. Strange body parts or strange objects can be placed in it without any problems. However, normal objects placed in it will likely become strange after more than three days. This isn't an infinite space.]
Zuo An quickly told the short-haired lady this important news. The short-haired lady's mind raced, meaning that the other things would only take no more than three days to be used? Or if it was almost three days, they would take them all out and put them back in later, which would mean another three days would have passed.
This is the gaming backpack!
The short-haired lady decided to ask again.
[Is she planning to exploit a bug here?] The ball was speechless. It had already given humans such a big cheat, and yet it was still so greedy.
[Oh, is there any way? It's true that every time I enter the Ghost Domain, I have to carry a lot of things, and I have to search my pockets before a fight. Isn't this likely to make me die early?] Zuo An hurriedly advised.
"If they were already dead, who would help you collect energy? Ultimately, you'd be the one at a disadvantage!"
Huh? When did this guy become so eloquent? Yuanqiu glanced at Zuo An in confusion, but after thinking about it, it made sense.
It worked hard and expended energy to make these bracelets. If the energy was not recovered, those people would die. It would indeed be a loss for it.
[If you put ordinary items in there 72 hours ago, take them out and spray them with talisman water or Western holy water to expel the evil spirit. However, you must not put things like talismans in there, as they will destroy the stability of the strange space and cause everything inside to be destroyed.]
Zuo An's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly explained to the short-haired lady, emphasizing the importance of putting things on her body to deal with the strange things.
"Thank you, Mr. Zuo An." The short-haired lady nodded heavily.
This is the game store and game backpack. Their world will finally have its own system, right?
The short-haired lady happily walked away holding the watch. She wanted to study it further.
Zuo An prepared to make an announcement later to announce this good news to everyone.
As long as it can increase the survival rate of human beings, Zuo An feels that even if his commission is lower, it is acceptable. Money is important, but life is more precious!
In a corner that Zuo An didn't notice, there were four people who were silently paying attention to Zuo An's every move. They even listened to every word of Zuo An's conversation with the short-haired lady.
After the short-haired lady left, the four of them looked at each other, stood up, and walked towards the service desk.
"Mr. Zuo An!"
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
A clear voice, accompanied by four crisp sounds of boots colliding.
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