In addition to these props that they developed by themselves, the small treasury of the three people was instantly enriched to 30,000 baht.
After confirming that there was indeed nothing left to loot, the "Cube Ark" left the tent, but did not rush to leave.
Soon, on the side wall of a dirty alley nearby, Nanzhou found a large smear of blood that had not been wiped clean.
Nan Zhou reached out his hand and touched it, but the blood was still warm and not completely dry.
Among the mottled bloodstains on the ground, there is half a clear print of travel shoes.
Nan Zhou remembered that the emcee of the bowing ceremony wore a pair of sneakers.
Nan Zhou came to a conclusion: "That head descendant wanted to kill us. Someone should cooperate with him inside and out. But the bodies of the people outside were taken away."
"Did the emcee who escaped did it?" Li Yinhang asked in surprise, "Didn't he call the police?"
Dead people are a big deal.
Wouldn't it be easier for him to get into trouble if he took a risk and took away a corpse without a head
Jiang Fang laughed: "He dares."
He went to the police station with a headless corpse and said that they planned to use the headless body to trick people together.
According to the logic of normal people, when encountering such a thing that is completely beyond the scope of ability, there are generally only three choices.
Just front.
Order for help.
Help the strong.
Judging from the speed at which the emcee smeared oil on the soles of his feet, he did not have the courage to be positive.
If he wants to call the police, after finding the body, he can just call directly, there is no need to take the body with him.
It looks like this...
Jiang Fang said, "He has other places to go."
- He took the corpse and wanted to ask for help from the stronger.
Nan Zhou turned his head and glanced at the young couple: "So, look. The game won't be so simple."
The young couple hugged their arms, silently picking the goose bumps on their arms.
"Nan..." Cao Shuguang almost called out Nan Zhou's real name, bit his tongue before he controlled it, "... Mr. Jixing, what should we do next?"
Nan Zhou did not answer immediately.
He stared silently at the blood-stained ground with a little scrutiny in his eyes.
Cao Shuguang almost called Nanzhou by the wrong name, and he felt empty.
Seeing Nan Zhou's thoughtful expression, his calf instantly softened.
He cried and looked at his daughter-in-law, and received the same guilty pat on the back of her daughter-in-law to comfort x1.
Nan Zhou was out of his mind for a while, and then softly said "Ah" in his heart.
Just now, Cao Shuguang seemed to be calling himself.
… He forgot that he called himself the South Pole Star.
Nan Zhou stood up, stomped his feet, and said to Cao Shuguang, who was about to cry without tears, "Let's go."
Cao Shuguang's spirit was too tense. Hearing that he did not continue to ask, he was relieved and almost sat on the ground.
Can't blame him for his poor mental quality.
He and his wife are the natural opposites of Nanzhou.
The way Nan Zhou pinched his head with his bare hands just now was so immersive that his head was already hurting.
Because of their regret, they took the initiative to distance themselves from Nan Zhou.
A group of people left the alley and moved from the desolation to the lively.
Thailand's night markets are noisy and lively.
The loudspeaker on the street corner played an ambiguous and extravagant sound, and various market noises such as car bells, human voices, hawking, and music were intertwined.
Farther away there was the honking of the train's whistle, and the sound was very long, leaving a strong stroke in the murmur of the night.
They crossed a river.
On the other side of the river there were monks lined up, walking barefoot.
And the river holds their reflections, as well as countless stars and moons.
Nan Zhou looked at the world, which was almost a fantasy world to him, and couldn't take his eyes off it.
He really wanted to blend in, but the world naturally had a sense of distance, confronting him not far or near.
... as if across the river with no source in front of it.
This made Nan Zhou a little confused.
There were fruit sellers with carts by the river, Jiang Fang bought some.
In the tropics, fruit is worthless, especially at night fruit stands, where you can buy a large handful of jackfruit for 50 baht.
Freshly cut jackfruit is served with giant green plantain leaves, looking fresh and tempting.
Before the sweet mist dissipated, Jiang Fang bit half of it. After trying the taste, he shoved the other half into Nan Zhou's mouth naturally.
Nan Zhou was distracted by the food, opened his mouth to take it, and halfway through the meal, only to realize that Jiang Fang had bitten it.
He calmly slowed down the speed of chewing, moved his tongue, and tried a little tooth mark left by Jiang Fang on the edge of the sweet fruit.
This half jackfruit he cherished for five minutes.
Of course, he did not forget to review the spell of flying head descending that he had just learned.
He quickly read the S-class book and there was no record of flying head landing.
Although he is not interested in sending his head out on his own initiative, he has always adhered to the attitude of "remember first" for any interesting knowledge.
Jiang Fang saw that he was working hard, and he liked it in his heart, and his voice was soft: "Do you remember?"
Nan Zhou: "Well. It's not difficult."
If this was heard by the unconscious head descendant in the tent, he would be so angry that he would faint again.
These incantations and spells are more complicated than one could imagine.
When the master first accepted him, he was not willing to easily impart the core to him.
He worked for five full years, serving tea and pouring water, and only learned some leftovers.
After seeing his sincerity, Master taught him his true skills.
Even if he worked around the clock, it took him half a year to barely touch the doorway.
Who would have thought that the time spent watching a performance would be stolen by someone who actually didn't understand what they were talking about
Jiang Fang brought the handful of jackfruit to him: "Have you written down everything?"
Nan Zhou picked one: "Well, remember."
Cao Shuguang, who was dangling behind Nan Zhou and the others, had almost recovered from his fear. He has always healed the scar and forgot the pain. He wanted to shamelessly come over and eat the fruit. He heard the conversation between the two, and he inserted in a thief: "What about the Hehe Shu? Have you written it down?"
Nan Zhou: "Yeah."
Cao Shuguang said sincerely: "Teach me."
Nan Zhou asked sincerely: "Why? Can't you?"
Cao Shuguang: "..." My friend, can you chat?
Nan Zhou looked at the corners of Cao Shuguang's twitching mouth, and seemed to realize that he had said something wrong.
It's just that he can't say exactly which sentence it is.
Cao Shuguang also knew that Nan Zhou had misunderstood what he meant, and hurriedly explained: "I'm just looking at the novelty of head bowing, and I just want to have some fun with my daughter-in-law..."
Nan Zhou let out a sigh, and repeated half a beat: "'Interesting'?"
He turned to Jiang Fang and waited for an accurate explanation.
Jiang Fang held a palm of jackfruit, looked at him for a moment, and took the initiative to kiss the corner of his lips.
Nan Zhou, who was waiting for an explanation: "… "
Cao Shuguang: "..."
"This is also a kind of harmony technique." Jiang Fang looked at Cao Shuguang, his eyes were in the shape of a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes, "Have you learned it?"
Cao Shuguang said honestly, "I learned it."
Only then did he realize that Jiang Fang was not happy that he interrupted his conversation with Nan Zhou.
But this person never tells the truth, only yin and yang are strange.
… Lao Yin ratio.
Cao Shuguang was frightened by the cautious Jiang Fang and went back to find his wife Shun Mao.
Cao Shuguang, who was in the way, was sent away, and Jiang Fang, who lowered his eyes again, had a real smile in his eyes again.
Nan Zhou took Jiang Fang's expression changes in his eyes.
He touched the corners of his lips that were hot and itchy, but he didn't hate the feeling.
He just found it interesting.
This special harmony technique is interesting. When Jiang Fang took the initiative to kiss him, his cheeks and ears that were first blushed were also very interesting, making him want to stare at him.
Jiang Fang looked back at Nan Zhou's gaze and suggested softly, "Are you in a hurry to review now? Let's cross the river?"
Nan Zhou agreed first: "Yes."
Nan Zhou asked again, "What did you do in the past?"
"past… "
Jiang Fang grabbed his fingers and drew them into his palm one by one.
He looked at a bridge that appeared in front of the two of them: "Go over and find 'us'."
When he was a child, Jiang Fang was actually very good at talking.
He doesn't hesitate to talk about love, he doesn't hesitate to express it, and it is much better than now.
Now, Jiang Fang will try to take Nan Zhou to find the romantic child, and then find the lonely child trapped in the town of never.
He wants to let the two of them run wild together holding hands.
They crossed the river and went to the video arcade.
The kind that you can play for a long time for a little money.
The two rode side by side on gaming motorcycles, galloping in place in endless cities and wilderness.
The sound of the virtual wind is in the ear, and the real travel companion is next to it.
They grabbed the very popular Taiko master, and stood next to a little girl who wanted to play but was taken first.
She waited angrily for them to finish.
Because Nan Zhou can't play, and has not heard the classic theme song of Doraemon, he played in a mess.
When Nan Zhou put down the drumstick, she said to Nan Zhou in blunt Chinese: "You are so stupid."
Nan Zhou: "...?"
For the first time in his life, he was called stupid, and he looked down at the little girl in a daze, feeling quite at a loss.
Jiang Fang hugged him and laughed, comforting him gently: "It's not stupid, it's a lie."
Jiang Fang also studied dance at the university that did not belong to him.
He's studied popp and knows a little bit of jazz, waltz and tango.
Jiang Fang used this experience on an old dance machine on the corner of Tyrande Street.
Nan Zhou also danced with him, but because he was not very skilled, no matter how strong his reflexes were, he would always miss a beat or two.
At this time, Jiang Fang would always turn the tide and help him make up for it in time.
When Nan Zhou looked at him, he always blinked and smiled brightly and happily.
Nan Zhou looked away and thought, there is no more powerful harmony technique than Jiang Fang's smile.
Like now, he really wants to kiss him.
…
A tall man walked into the empty tent under the guidance of the emcee.
His face is pale and his bones are thick, but his expression is indifferent, like a soulless pottery made of white clay.
He looked down at the head descender, who was naked and covered in black blood, looking like he was only breathing.
The man leaned over and stretched out his fingers. After feeling a trace of vitality under his nose, he said with a gloomy expression, "Take him back."
The master of ceremonies respectfully replied yes, held the head down master with both hands, and picked him up.
Fortunately, the head descender was only a monkey, and he was easily hugged by him.
When his head leaned against the emcee's neck, another mouthful of old blood was choked from the depths of his throat.
The man walked around the place where the three of the "Cube Ark" were sitting, but found nothing of value.
Nan Zhou and the others not only cleaned their apprentices from the inside out, they even took away the futon they were sitting on before leaving.
… It can be said that while eating and taking, not even a hair was left for them.
The man frowned deeply: "Is there a character for their birthday?"
The emcee was scrambling to wipe his bloody neck with a handkerchief: "Yes, yes, yes."
The man said: "It's not enough, only the lowest level. I want what's on them."
The master of ceremonies didn't even dare to come out.
The man aimed at the sweaty emcee with a pair of dark eyes: "Can you know where they live?"
- If Jiang Fang shakes the [Fate Concerto] again at this moment, he will find that their fate has undergone subtle changes.
The difficulty and level of this dungeon, from the original Sword 3, has quietly evolved to Sword 6.