Chapter 247: The wealthy Uncle Yan is dead
On the top floor of the hotel. After the rock climbers left, a servant left the window and whispered something to Xiao Tien.
"It doesn't matter." Xiao Tien said hoarsely, "I knew that the twelfth wise king would not be honest."
The man returned to the window and continued to stand guard.
The top floor was completely opened up to form a large room. The stained glass windows on the top of the building were illuminated by the lights, making them look like gemstones. The light and shadows refracted by the stained glass windows fell on the carpet, making it look mottled and blurred.
In the center of the flickering light, there was a half-dead statue. He was lying in a half-opened lotus, his face was unclear, and one hand was drooping limply. His index finger was lightly placed on the carpet, and light and shadow danced around his fingertips.
The shape of Xiao Tien's thin shoulders, covered with a black robe, can still be seen clearly. His head leaned weakly on the harp, one hand tuning the strings, and the trembling strings gradually blurred in the light spots.
The other hand was clenched into a fist, holding something tightly.
The discordant notes jumping back and forth are the music of his skill [Reset].
After playing for a while, Xiao Tien suddenly pushed the harp away, and the huge object fell to the ground, and all the strings vibrated with a buzzing sound.
"Master, my master..." Xiao Tien fell to the ground and gently held the hand that the half-dead statue stretched out. "My skills, my ID card... are useless... invalid. I have become a waste. How can I serve you!"
Su Ji Meng Zeng merged with Hydra and gained the power of mind control. They pointed their index fingers at Xiao Tien's forehead and said to him: The identity card [013 Balanced Will] has completely collapsed. Now you don't have an identity card and can't use any skills.
After the last word fell, Xiao Tien could no longer use any skills. No matter how he mobilized the energy of the identity card, he could only feel the dull pain in his heart.
The room was silent, with more than 20 servants standing guard at every window, their backs to Xiao Tien. Xiao Tien's sobs could be heard intermittently, but they did not respond.
"How can I, like myself, have the face to fall at your feet, master, my dear master!" Xiao Tien's voice changed from the steady voice of a young man to the vicissitudes of an old man in his twilight years. His sobs hit the wall, causing a faint echo.
His hands holding the statue gradually tightened, and he curled up his body while crying.
Suddenly, as if he sensed something, he supported his skinny body, knelt on the ground, and kissed the back of the statue's hand enthusiastically.
Xiao Tien's left hand, which had been clenched tightly, loosened, and a few glass beads fell to the floor, making a tinkling sound.
"Master! Only you have mercy on all living beings. I am willing to give everything to make you the only God-King in this world!" Xiao Tien put his lips on the back of the statue's hand. His voice was low and suppressed, but the trembling ending revealed the strong emotions shaking in his heart.
The glass beads rolled to the base of the statue and hit the mysterious stone, making a slight sound like a lingering sound.
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That night, Gao Mengtang slept very uneasily.
Sometimes he dreamed of black merchants, and sometimes he dreamed of the Spear of Azathoth flying around in the throne room of the Black Tower. In his dream, Gao Mengtang leaned on the throne, propped up his chin nonchalantly, and said to his subordinates:
"Why does it keep flying around?"
"Your Majesty, it senses danger," the attendant replied.
"This is Black Tower Zero, my throne room, what danger could there be?" asked the 12th Wise King, as the attendant beside him held a tray with a glass of ice water on it. The 12th Wise King tilted his head to take a look, picked up the golden cup, and took a sip of the ice water.
"It's so sweet," said the twelfth wise king. He then climbed up from his chair and raised the golden cup to the servant's mouth. "Yueyaer, you should taste it too. Today's ice water is very sweet."
The person called "Crescent Moon" was so scared that he stepped back. Xian Wang Twelve said aggrievedly: "Why are you hiding? Do you dislike me for drinking?"
After saying this, the twelfth wise king jumped down from the throne, picked up the jade pot held by another servant, took a new golden cup, poured a new cup of water, and handed it to Yueyaer's mouth.
"Drink it, I didn't drink it this time."
Yueyaer knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, a servant is a servant and a king is a king. Your Majesty should not do this."
The 12th virtuous king refused to listen and insisted that Yueyaer drink the cup of water, and then asked him if it was sweet. Yueyaer nodded slightly, and the 12th virtuous king smiled with satisfaction.
The Spear of Azathoth was still flying around in the Black Tower, stabbing the air, restless.
Another attendant who was bolder and more generous in his behavior covered his mouth and laughed: "Twelve is different from all the wise kings of previous generations. You are easier to get along with than them, and more... lovable."
When the last four words were spoken, the other servants who were checking everywhere in the throne room with instruments broke out in cold sweats and turned back to look at the audacious servant.
"Really?" The twelfth virtuous king was very happy. Being lovable was a compliment to him. "Hui Shi, am I really the most lovable one? Even more lovable than the eleventh virtuous king?"
When the Eleventh Wise King was mentioned, the atmosphere became cold again. The servants who were looking around lowered their heads, looking frightened.
"I served three generations of wise kings, from the eighth to the tenth wise kings," Hui Shi's calm expression concealed complicated emotions, "Not long after the eleventh wise king ascended the throne, I escaped from Black Tower Zero."
"Why?" asked the twelfth wise king.
Hui Shi said dejectedly: "I like painting, but to serve the eleventh wise king, I must gouge out my eyes."
"What?!"
"All of the Wise King Eleven's personal attendants are blind without exception," Hui Shi looked up at the purple spears flying around in the air, "That's why the Wise King Eleven refined the Spear of Azathoth."
"A blind man cannot protect the Wise King Eleven very well. This spear will automatically attack when it senses danger. With it, the Wise King Eleven will be safe." Hui Shi's voice became more and more ethereal.
The dream faded away, Gao Mengtang stared at Hui Shi's face, and felt that it was somewhat familiar...
In the quiet room, Gao Mengtang suddenly opened his eyes. Wei Wei was still asleep, with a frown on his face. Gao Mengtang stared at the ceiling for a long time.
What he saw and heard in the dream should be his memories of the twelfth period as the Wise King.
Is the ability of “self-deception and self-blindness” taken away by black marketeers memory?
Getting back memory should be considered a good thing, how can it be the price paid for a transaction?
Gao Mengtang couldn't figure it out. He was thinking about Hui Shi's face. He gently picked up the draft book and pencil, and began to draw Hui Shi's appearance with a rustling sound.
Beside him, Wei Wei talked in his sleep. His voice was vague and Gao Mengtang could not hear clearly. He pricked up his ears and tried to distinguish for a long time. It seemed to be the three words "I am not wrong".
I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong.
Wei Wei kept repeating it.
Having a nightmare? Gao Mengtang hesitated whether to wake him up. Suddenly, Wei Wei opened his eyes abruptly. His red vertical pupils shone faintly in the dim room. He stared at Gao Mengtang murderously for a moment.
"Sir Blind." Wei Wei came to himself, rubbed his forehead, sat up and leaned against the head of the bed.
"What did you dream about?" Gao Mengtang asked in a low voice.
Wei Wei half-closed his eyes and said, "I had one arm chopped off. I was fleeing in the woods and found a hunter's cabin. There was no one in the cabin, but there was barbecue on the stove."
"I was starving, so I went to eat that piece of roasted meat with bones." Wei Wei's hand, which was rubbing his forehead, fell on the quilt. "While eating, that piece of roasted meat turned into my chopped-off left arm, and I still had this watch on my wrist."
He tapped the white leather strap mechanical watch on his wrist.
Gao Mengtang was speechless. He understood why Wei Wei said "I'm not wrong" in his dream.
After Wei Wei suffered torture from Bai Ke, he chopped up the Bai family members, cooked them into a table of delicious dishes, and tricked Bai Ke into eating them.
"You're right." Gao Mengtang touched the back of his head.
They continued to sleep, and when they woke up the next day, they both looked unhappy. They found other teammates and went to have breakfast together, but they found that none of them looked well rested.
"What's wrong? Are you having a nightmare too?" Gao Mengtang joked.
Bai Jie's reaction was unexpected, and he was horrified: "Boss, how did you know?"
Gao Mengtang: “Eh?”
Everyone had a nightmare. Bai Jie dreamed that he had a brother who was a drug dealer, and his family was sentenced to death; He Lun dreamed that a fire broke out, and the teacher rescued his sister, leaving him alone to be burned to death.
Duan Song's dream was a bit funny. He dreamed that he was a progressive female student in the Republic of China. He planned to study abroad, but his parents arranged a marriage for him. He (it was her in the dream) married someone he didn't like and gave birth to a child who looked very much like her husband and had the same annoying personality.
As he listened, Gao Mengtang's expression gradually became serious.
The members’ nightmares all have one thing in common: they are adapted from their own personal experiences, except that they have changed from “perpetrators” to “victims.”
Wei Wei was the only one who had this nightmare. Now, the other three people also had similar nightmares...
Gao Mengtang raised his head and looked at the ceiling. Is it related to Xiao Tien? What does he want to do?
"Good day, may the ancient gods bless you." He Suozhi walked over briskly, holding a folder under his arm. "How did you rest? I think the suite here is pretty good, hey!"
Seeing the dark circles under the eyes of these people, He Suzhi stopped chattering for a moment: "What happened last night?"
Gao Mengtang recounted their experiences and then asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"
"No," He Suzhi said, "or rather, I didn't sleep at all. I had a long talk with my father last night to convince him that I should become teammates with you guys."
"What's the result?"
"He agreed!" He Suzhi shook the folder, "I've got the registration form. Let's find a time today to discuss and pick out 12 people, divide them into Group A and Group B, and pick a team name."
A group of people picked a table and had breakfast together.
As usual, the believers of the ancient god who passed by would roll their eyes at Gao Mengtang, but Gao Mengtang was in no mood to pay attention to them.
Those people first chose to sit far away from Gao Mengtang, but there were so many people that soon, only the seats next to Gao Mengtang and others were left. They had no choice but to sit down with heavy resentment.
At this time, Gao Mengtang's Esperanto ability came in handy - he eavesdropped on the conversation of the person sitting next to him.
"I had a nightmare, too."
"What a strange thing."
"This is a sign of sacrifice! A glorious sacrifice is about to take place here!"
It turned out that the nightmare was not only aimed at Gao Mengtang's teammates, but also at everyone equally. Gao Mengtang was a little happy, but soon he thought of something wrong.
Why didn't Gao Mengtang have a nightmare? He only dreamed about Huishi and the Spear of Azathoth. This was just a memory, not a nightmare.
"Mr. Gao, didn't you have a nightmare?" He Suzhi asked.
Gao Mengtang shook his head and thought, maybe it’s because I have a clear conscience for everything I have done.
After they finished their breakfast, He Suzhi suggested taking a stroll in Apurun, as there were many shops selling rare Black Tower items, and even heritage-level weapons.
"Inherited weapons?? Can you buy them?" He Lun thought there was something wrong with his ears. Inherited weapons were very rare. Among the members of Yue Fan, only Gao Mengtang had an inherited weapon [Ice Bowl Bubble Shadow]. No one else had one.
He Suozhi: "Yes, I plan to pick a weapon that suits me. I am a support and my combat power is not enough."
For Black Tower players, weapons are not a necessity. Players like Duan Song and He Lun have weapons on their ID cards. The initial weapons are more suitable for players and have better effects when used.
Players who don't have initial weapons, such as Bai Jie, will have their eyes light up when they hear the words "inherited weapons".
"Mr. Wei, He Luo is a life, not a weapon. You don't even have a formal weapon yet." He Suozhi said, "Don't you need one?"
Judging from Wei Wei's expression, he seemed to hope that He Suozhi would give him one, but He Suozhi immediately said, "You have saved a lot of money, so you can borrow some from Chief Gao, and that will be enough to buy one."
Wei Wei's disappointment was visibly evident, and he said, "No need."
"I'll buy it for you! It's just a heritage-level weapon, nothing special. Yue Fan has money, I'll pay for it in full!" Gao Mengtang straightened his chest and said firmly. His teammates watched others buy good things, how could he, as the leader, remain indifferent?
Wei Wei poked him and whispered, "...What do you think? You and I are both members of Yuefan. What's the point of putting money from the left pocket into the right pocket? He Suzhi is an outsider. He has money. Find a way to make him spend money again."
Gao Mengtang: "Uh..."
He Suzhi didn't hear the two's "conspiracy". He scanned the two rows of shops along the street and soon found something. He pointed to a small shop without a sign and said, "We're here. This is it."
The front door of the shop was so narrow that only one person could pass through, and someone with broad shoulders like Duan Song had to lean sideways to pass through. When he pushed the door open, the accumulated dust fell down, choking people and making them cough.
The stairs were narrow and high, only half the width of a foot. Everyone climbed up the stairs carefully as if they were walking on stilts. The space became a little bigger, but it was only about 60 square meters.
All the goods were piled up in a mess on the floor, on the shelves, and on the tables. The curtains were drawn, but because the curtains were too tattered, light leaked in, so there was a little light in the room.
The brightest person in the room was... the boss himself. His skin glowed green like a firefly. Obviously, the boss was an Apurun, and his natural fusion direction was firefly.
"You are not welcome." The boss swayed in his rocking chair, looking out of the window through the gap in the light-transmitting curtains without even turning his head. "My things are very expensive, poor bastard, get out of here."
"Boss, long time no see." He Suzhi was not angry at all for the boss's rude words. He took off his hood and said with a smile, "I heard that you got some heritage-level weapons here. I want to take a look."
Hearing this, the boss slowly turned his head and floated up from his chair: "Young Master is here again. There are two heritage-level weapons in total. I'll show them to you."
There was a loud banging sound as the boss rummaged through a pile of junk. Soon, he took out two things.
The first thing was a pair of sheathed swords, pitch black and lifeless, but there was nothing surprising about them.
The second thing was a broken wooden stick.
When they saw the wooden stick, Gao Mengtang and others suddenly widened their eyes - this was Yin Mingwu's crutch!
"Excuse me, where did you get this cane?" Gao Mengtang asked.
The boss heard it, but deliberately ignored it and just looked at He Suzhi: "Master, take a look and see which one you like."
"What's wrong with this cane?" He Suozhi asked. Ancient god believers rarely interact with outsiders, so he didn't know Yin Mingwu.
Gao Mengtang: "This is Yin Mingwu's cane. Boss, where did you get it from?"
"A pair of sheathed swords named [Mutual Growth]. The male sword cuts the wronged souls, while the female sword cuts the living souls." The boss ignored Gao Mengtang again and introduced to He Suzhi, "Cut the wronged souls to absorb energy, strengthen the female sword, and have strong attack power. Suitable for you, young master."
He Suozhi: "I want to know more about this cane now."
The boss then said, "The name of the cane is [Wishful Thinking]. Holding it can enhance one's own skills. For example, if you have it, your healing skills will be even more powerful."
"Was the previous owner of the cane Yin Mingwu?" Gao Mengtang asked persistently, "The ID card is..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the boss interrupted him unhappily: "Don't ask if you don't want to buy!"
Gao Mengtang: "You! Why are you so fierce? I'm interested in the product, not you!"
"So, boss, where did you get this cane?" He Suozhi asked.
Boss: "Chief Xiao sold it to me."
Yin Mingwu is the other half of Xiao Tien's soul. After his death, the props fell into Xiao Tien's hands, which is reasonable.
"The double swords [Mutual Life] were also sold to me by Patriarch Xiao." The boss continued, "There are many treasures in the store. Their previous owners were all Patriarch Xiao. Master, I'll take them out for you to see."
As he spoke, the boss displayed a bunch of things one after another, about fifty or sixty items in total, ranging from weapons to potions to contracts.
"Patriarch Xiao bought so many things here?" He Suzhi was a little surprised. Selling second-hand was mostly because of lack of money. Xiao Tien's family was big and powerful, and even if he held a large event like a birthday party, it shouldn't empty his family's pockets.
Especially these two heritage-level weapons, they will not be sold unless it is absolutely necessary.
"Master, have you heard?" the boss lowered his voice mysteriously, "Patriarch Xiao purchased a large amount of potions and props, at least twice as much as needed to summon the ancient gods! This birthday party must be grand."
While the two men were bargaining, Bai Jie's eyes were glued to the two heritage-level weapons and he swallowed.
"Do you like it?" Gao Mengtang asked.
Bai Jie: "I like it. Um, what do you like? Just take a look."
When he said this, his eyes did not move at all, and were fixed straight on the heritage-level weapon.
"This is the price." He Suozhi gestured a number, "My family is a frequent visitor to your place. Apart from me, no other family can offer such a high price."
The boss looked a little embarrassed, and after a moment's hesitation, he nodded. The two signed the contract first, and then the boss opened a money bag. He Suzhi's palm was hanging over the bag, and broken bones fell out.
The sound of bones colliding lasted for five minutes. The boss weighed the bag and said, "32 million. That's enough."
A heritage-level weapon would cost 32 million pieces of broken bones. Gao Mengtang checked Yuefan's account and found that the balance was less than half.
"I will work hard to make money." Gao Mengtang said helplessly.
Bai Jie watched helplessly as He Suzhi took the [Xiangsheng] double blades. Gao Mengtang made up his mind not to let his teammates down, so he asked his boss:
"What other weapons are there in the store? They don't have to be heritage grade, but something less rare."
However, the boss ignored Gao Mengtang for the fourth time: "Master He, I heard that your uncle He Yan bought 30 resurrection coins. Where did he buy them? I don't even have 30 resurrection coins here."
"I don't know. Uncle Yan is the money bag of my family. He gets his goods from many sources." He Suozhi put his arm around Gao Mengtang's shoulders. "My friend asked you if you have any other weapons in the store."
"No, I only sell top-notch items here. Except for the heritage grade, I don't have anything else." The boss just looked at He Suzhi, "I still have 5 resurrection coins here, would you like to take a look?"
He Suzhi: "Forget about the resurrection coins, we have plenty. I'll take this cane as well, and give it to my friend."
After hearing this, everyone in Yue Fan was stunned for several seconds. Gao Mengtang quickly stretched out his arm to stop him: "How can this be so? It's too expensive..."
"As expected of Master He, you spend money lavishly and are very generous," Wei Wei quickly pressed Gao Mengtang's arm down, "We will remember our friendship forever."
The walking stick [Ruyuan] has no attack power and is cheaper. He Suzhi is a big customer, so he got a discount and finally the deal was sold for 27 million.
He Suzhi held Ruyuan in his two hands and handed it to Gao Mengtang: "You're welcome, take it."
Gao Mengtang was a little hesitant to accept it: "Actually..."
"This amount of money is an astronomical figure for us, but it is just ordinary for you. If we insist on refusing it, it would seem that we look down on you," Wei Wei took the money first, "Thank you."
Gao Mengtang: "But..."
Wei Wei: "Our leader said thank you."
"Well, thank you." Gao Mengtang repeated blankly.
After buying the two big items, He Suzhi wanted to buy some potions and props. He followed the boss to choose. In the corner, Gao Mengtang whispered, "Not so good, right?"
"Very good." Wei Wei said, "The market value of resurrection coins is between 12 million and 15 million, and he can take out 20 at a time. Weapons worth less than 30 million are nothing to him."
Wei Wei stuffed the cane into Bai Jie's arms with a bit of disdain, his expression saying "I don't want anything that Yin Mingwu has touched". Bai Jie didn't care about that and touched it lovingly: "Give it to me! Ancient God!"
On the other side, He Suzhi talked to the boss for a long time. Gao Mengtang looked around curiously and saw a very cute plush toy. He couldn't help but poked it gently.
"Don't touch it!" The boss screamed and rushed over to hit Gao Mengtang's wrist. His skin instantly turned red.
Gao Mengtang also got angry. Instead of retracting his hand, he picked up the stuffed rabbit and said, "Are you a businessman? Can't customers even take a look at the merchandise in your store?"
Unexpectedly, the boss did not stop him. He looked at the plush bunny, then at Gao Mengtang, and asked a random question: "Who are you?"
Gao Mengtang: “Eh?”
"You are not from the surface world?" the boss continued to ask, "This thing is called [Soul Harbor]. When you encounter danger, touch this doll and your soul will be able to resist a fatal blow."
"However, it only works on life in the surface world."
Gao Mengtang felt that he really shouldn't touch this thing. If it was someone else, their soul would have been sucked in by now. He silently put the doll back to its original place: "It turns out that props can be divided into the inner and outer worlds. Fortunately, it doesn't work on me."
"The props that act on the soul are different from other props. They are not applicable between the inner and outer worlds. There are fundamental differences between the two lives." The boss patted the doll and glanced at Gao Mengtang. Seeing that he was wearing a down jacket and jeans instead of the black robes of the ancient god believers, he muttered and cursed, "You beast without faith, you don't even know this."
Gao Mengtang was very angry, but when he heard the words "the inner and outer worlds are not applicable", he seemed to remember something. He frowned and was about to speak when he heard a crisp sound of tinkling behind him.
My thoughts were interrupted by the strange noise. I turned around and saw that it was Xiao Tien's servant. The man was standing at the stairs, picking up the glass beads that had fallen on the ground.
"Boss, my master sent me to buy some things," said the servant.
The shop owner quickly winked at He Suzhi and the others, and they wisely slipped out of the narrow shop, returned to the street, and took a deep breath.
Well, the air outside is much fresher, and Gao Mengtang is no longer angry.
"I should have bought the five resurrection coins," He Suzhi said with some regret. "Let Uncle Yan buy them another day. He's better at bargaining. I don't know how much he spent on the 30 resurrection coins."
They returned to the hotel with a great harvest and in a happy mood. As soon as they entered, they saw a noisy crowd with expressions of fear and fanaticism.
"Brother!" A little girl of seven or eight years old rushed over and hugged He Suozhi's arm, "Go upstairs and take a look!"
He Suozhi: "He Qi, what's wrong?"
"Uncle Yan is dead!" the little girl cried, "His soul has been torn to pieces!"
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