Chapter 126 Chapter 126 "A lot." Twisted into a tangled mess...
"A lot." The twisted ghost secretly observed Bai Tianming's expression, wondering if he was angry or what he wanted to do. He answered carefully while guessing.
"You don't have to worry about what I'll do to them," Bai Tianming pulled out a stool and sat down. He slammed the ghost onto the table and hammered a nail into it, freezing it. "As long as they don't come, I can't do anything. Even if they do come, I won't kill them all. Aren't you an example of that?"
Bai Tianming was saying this, but when he thought of a bunch of ghosts squeezing in and being twisted into a pretzel, he couldn't help but sneer.
The ghost blinked his eyes, revealing a very clear look. He felt a slight headache and found it difficult to think further. After hearing what he said, he believed him, smiled, and said slowly: "That's great!"
After a while, the ghost nailed to the table moved its body, looking like a huge cabbage worm. It changed its posture and lay on the table, looking like a pancake. Suddenly, it occurred to him that perhaps the reason he was still alive was just that Bai Tianming needed a bait to attract other ghosts.
And he is the young Erbium, so the fact that he will not die for the time being does not mean that he will not die later, nor does it mean that the other ghosts attracted by him will not die.
His face gradually turned pale, and he felt terrified. His non-existent heart was pounding wildly, and his head hurt more and more, as if his head was about to split open. He couldn't help but frown.
He was just about to say something to distract himself and try to change Bai Tianming's mind, so as to prevent him from attacking his companions.
But before he could finish his words, the window suddenly made a sound. Although it didn't open, Bai Tianming and the ghost could clearly feel that something had just come in.
They were probably the ghost's companions, maybe one, maybe two, maybe a group, anyway, they were coming.
The ghost couldn't say anything, as if a huge stone was choking his throat and pressing on his chest. His nonexistent heart was suddenly extinguished like a trembling candle.
He suddenly felt empty, deflated, and smaller, his head hurt even more, and he had a desperate feeling of impending destruction and having no way out.
Bai Tianming tied together a large group of ghosts that came one after another, using the first ghost as a rope. After the ghosts were tied up, they looked like a large ball of long rice cakes tied with ropes.
Bai Tianming mentioned the string of rice cake ghosts, pushed open the door and walked out, took a look at the map outside, walked along the street, and went to the mission office. The door there was open, the door was very large, and the lights were on.
Bai Tianming brought the ghost in. There were a lot of people inside, standing or sitting densely. When they saw him come in, they all looked at him. He handed the ghost over to the task office, the person in the window.
The ghost was swallowed, and a small metal sign emerged from it. The person in the window extended a thin, white arm, soft like an octopus tentacle, pointed to the side, and said to him in a sticky, wet voice, "See that window? Go there with the sign. There's a reward."
Bai Tianming picked up the wet metal plate. The plate was only as thin as a fingernail, very light, and the surface was wet, as if it had just been washed in water. It had a bronze color, and the edges were slightly green, as if covered with moss. The word "reward" was written in the middle, and there was a picture of a pile of round gold coins.
Bai Tianming took the sign and walked to the other window.
An equally slender white hand stretched out from the window. Bai Tianming put the sign in, and the hand was retracted. After a while, the sound of metal chewing came from inside.
Bai Tianming stood for a while, trying to find a place to sit down, when a leisurely voice came from inside: "What do you want?"
"What's here?" Bai Tianming asked as he sat down.
"There's money, food, clothes, shoes, and power." An inexplicably sarcastic laugh came from inside.
"What rights?" Bai Tianming asked.
"I can give you a sign here. When you need help, you just need to hold the sign and shout, 'I need help,' and someone will be sent to rescue you. Or, if you have something to do, you can also use the sign to command the people sent here, whether it's a fight or a quarrel!" A cheerful voice came from the window.
The sound was mixed with some hissing sounds, sounding like a snake.
"Then give me the badge." Bai Tianming thought about it. He was not keen on money, nor did he lack it, but if it was a badge of power, it sounded interesting and might be useful.
"Okay!" A hand stretched out from inside, the pale hand opened, and a small sign was spread out in the palm of the hand. This sign was different from the one that was sent in before.
This is a golden metal plate, as thin as a fingernail, with the word "power" written on it and a scepter painted on the back. It looks very suitable for hanging with keys.
Bai Tianming put the sign away and asked again, "Can it only be used once?"
After searching for a while, there was a sound of keyboard tapping, and then a voice said, "You can use it three times."
"Whether it's quarreling, fighting, or saving people, is that okay? What if I need someone to help me escape, or help me pack my things, and escape with me, is that okay?" Bai Tianming rolled his eyes and asked tentatively.
"Sure." A leisurely voice came from the window.
Bai Tianming nodded and stood up, but he felt a little worried and turned around to ask, "How's your fighting ability? Including the quarreling part?"
"Don't worry," the voice from the window laughed, as if hearing a child say they want to buy a pound of birthday cake. "They are all very capable in fighting, a little stronger than all the ghosts you brought here combined. They can quarrel, escape, and pack up, but -"
The voice from the window said slowly, "I may not be very good at saving people, but it doesn't matter. I can usually save them."
"I understand." Bai Tianming nodded, put the sign into his pocket, put the pocket back into his pocket, and waved: "Thank you."
"Goodbye, and I wish you a happy life." The voice from the window spoke in a very formulaic tone and attitude, as flat as a straight wooden board. It almost made people suspect that it was replaced by a robot at that moment, and there was no warmth in the voice.
Bai Tianming turned around and prepared to leave when he heard someone sighing not far away: "Wow! The first place winner this time is Odonie again!"
Bai Tianming slowed down his pace as he left.
A voice from not far away continued, "I watched him argue last time. He was truly amazing! A group of people couldn't win against him alone! He deserves to be number one! If I could ever pick him and have him argue for me, he'd be unbeatable. I'd never be bullied again! I'm so envious of anyone who gets to pick him!"
Bai Tianming turned around, walked over, and asked them, "Can you tell me more about that Odonie?"
The two people who were whispering saw him approach and blinked. His question piqued their interest, their faces flushing as they eagerly shared what they knew. "They say he's very thin, with very pale skin and sunken cheeks, looking like a skull. He often wears clothes that are very convenient for movement, and when he stands still, he looks like an ancient Greek sculpture. In short, he has an exotic demeanor, handsome features, a graceful demeanor, and a unique charm that makes people fall in love with him the moment they see him."
They were practically gushing, like fans trying to promote their idol to passersby.
Bai Tianming blinked and listened to them. Before he knew it, a group of people had gathered around and were listening.
One of them suddenly said, "Why is it always about appearance?"
"Appearance is the easiest thing for people to know. We can't know other things. We are not his relatives or friends. We can't be by his side. How can we know what his soul is like?" The person who spoke shook his head with a look of regret.
Another said: "Actually, I met him once. I was lucky enough to pick him before he became number one. I asked him to help me have a fight. He is really good at quarreling."
Everyone went to look at him. He had a look of reminiscence on his face, and his voice was soft, like a breeze at night, as he spoke: "Obviously, it was others who did something wrong, but they wanted to throw dirty water on me and put all the blame on me.
I really couldn't bear it anymore. I wanted to speak but didn't dare. I didn't have much strength at the time and was afraid that I would stutter in the middle of my speech, and my words would not be clear and I would not have the momentum.
I took the sign, hoping to draw someone who could help me. He showed up right away! It was around six or seven o'clock, and I was standing in a dark alley.
Across from me was a tall and strong man holding a little girl in his hand, and a middle-aged woman was standing behind him. Not only did they block the road, they also glared at me fiercely, as if it was all my fault.
I was very scared and angry, so he stepped forward and questioned them with reason and evidence, asking why they blocked the road, why they didn't let me go, why they said it was all my fault, why they didn't take responsibility, why they were passing the buck, and why they were throwing dirty water?
At first, the person on the other side pretended to be calm and listened to him with a smile on his face. Later, as he talked more and more, he could no longer bear it and began to break down and curse at him. There was also someone who pretended to be a gentleman, smiling, and while persuading his own people not to be angry, he openly and secretly belittled him, saying that he didn't mean it.
He told the other person to stop pretending, because saying I didn't do it on purpose was assuming I did it on purpose, and that he was trying to pretend to be a good person and implant psychological cues in others, just to use them against me without bloodshed.
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