"That red bug isn't complete, but the danger here is."
Hearing Jenkins' surprise, the bell ringer replied again that he was really friendlier than any normal trap host Jenkins had encountered.
And although what the bell ringer said was not particularly clear, Jenkins understood it. The Calamity Beast might be the scariest monster, but after all, it wasn't the Scarlet Mayfly that came here directly from the seal of the Red Moon. And the danger that exists in this treacherous environment is stronger than that of some scarlet mayflies.
"What the hell is here? The descendants of the Calamity Beast? Or other weird evil things? Or some kind of unknown strange thing?"
Jenkins has also encountered those terrible things. The material world and even the void are by no means safe in the cognition of ordinary people. Known and unknown, present and past monsters will never be lacking in any era.
Calamity beasts are indeed the scariest, but the power of some calamity beasts may not be as tricky as other monsters.
"I probably understand."
Jenkins nodded again, as a performance of accepting the task:
"I just want to leave here, I have no interest in the truth of the town. I don't want to destroy the peace here, I'm just a passerby."
"This is the best, Savior, I can give you some hints."
"hint?"
"Yes."
The bell ringer leaned back slowly against the wall of the bell tower:
"First of all, although there is no clear time limit for staying here, the sooner you leave, the better. This is not a good place. After a long time, I can't guarantee what will happen to the town; secondly, the residents here, treat people like you Outlanders are very unfriendly, and the town hates outlanders. So, don't take any of the townspeople at their word, and don't do anything superfluous except to help them to get the dice."
Although Jenkins didn't understand, he thanked the bell ringer for his reminder. He held the dice and looked around, trying to find one of the five paths:
"Let me make sure, as long as I leave the town, I can see the exit door, right?"
"You can see it as long as you get close to the edge of town."
"Okay then, I'll keep quiet and don't do unnecessary things."
So he threw the dice in his hand, and the dice landed, showing the number fifteen.
"Good luck. I'll go this way, then."
He bid farewell to the bell ringer under the tower, and chose the path he had taken when he appeared in this strange place, so the dice that were thrown turned into blood and melted into the street. The blood spread forward to fifteen large stone slabs, and Jenkins raised his leg to move forward. At this moment, it seemed that the movement of Jenkins raised his leg triggered something. Obviously, the dilapidated street was still in front of him, but the gas in the air The density seems to have changed subtly. In the light of the moss on the ground and the stains on the walls, Jenkins saw something vaguely wandering in the empty street. Not dense, even if you don't look closely, you can't see it with the naked eye.
This is not something like an undead, but more like a phantom, completely untouchable.
"not my business."
He muttered softly, instead of studying them, he stepped forward on the big stone slab under his feet. When he stopped, there happened to be a door on the left.
It was a low one-story building. The windows of the stone building were blocked with wooden bars, paste, paper, and some gravel. There were still some dried corn cobs and bones hanging on the window sills, but they were definitely not human bones. When Jenkins paused, the faint light of the candle immediately spilled from the crack in the window.
The people inside the door realized that someone had appeared in front of their house.
Out of politeness, Jenkins did not peek inside the house through the gap in the window, but knocked very lightly on the door that looked like it would fall down when pushed. His idea was to test the reaction inside. Unexpectedly, the door opened a gap, and an old woman with a dirty brown kerchief stuck out her head.
Her face was full of ravines, and her eyes were narrowed as if there was only a slit left. Because only the head is sticking out, the body shape cannot be seen, but the height of the opponent's head is higher than the top of Jenkins' head. If it wasn't for the other party stepping on the stool, or if the floor in the room was much higher than the street, then the old lady's height must have exceeded two meters.
"I don't know if the townspeople know the common language."
Jenkins thought in his heart, and was about to have a conversation with the old woman, but unexpectedly, the other party cursed in a very pure elf language:
"Despicable stranger!"
Then slammed the door right in Jenkins' face.
"This time corresponds to [Foreigner]."
He subconsciously took two steps back in his mind, not because he was frightened, but because he was worried that the door would collapse and hit him under the force of the old woman.
The door didn't collapse, but it still took Jenkins a long time to get close to the dust. It was the first time he had stopped after rolling the dice, and he didn't want to waste the opportunity to ask for them.
So he thought for a while, took out the [Seed of Blasphemy] from his pocket, and stuffed it in through the crack of the door. This was easy enough to do, the gap under that door was big enough even for big mice and little chocolates to get in.
The sin coin was only half put into the door, but after Jenkins let go, it was immediately drawn in by the person inside the door. Jenkins straightened up and waited for a while, and the door opened again.
What Jenkins appreciates most about the rules of the deceitful land is that anyone who gets the sin coin must accept the transaction, and there is no such thing as a bad situation of taking the money and doing nothing.
Only in this way, Jenkins's crime coin is only left with one "Yuan Yue Baoyu", which represents time and is obtained from Black Town, and it is his last crime coin so far.
"what do you want to do?"
The old woman stuck out her head again, her tone still full of vigilance. She probably hasn't washed her hair for a long time. Although she is wearing a headscarf, she can still smell the strong smell of hair oil on her gray hair sticking together.
Feeling sick, Jenkins moved closer to speak.
"Is there anything you want me to do? I want these dice."
Jenkins shook the little cloth bag.
"Let me draw your blood, and I can give you dice."
"Oh, no, that's not okay. And you took my money, is this the only request?"
Jenkins doesn't want to give his blood to the beings in the world, which is crazy and stupid.
"Yes, I took your money."
She still looked at Jenkins with disgust, but this time she didn't slam the door:
"You inject this into yourself and tell me what you saw. If you can answer, plus the money you just gave, I can give you 12 dice."
As he spoke, a rusty brass-colored syringe longer than a palm appeared on the ground between the door. The metal needle was the only part that was not rusted. It must have been kicked out of the door by the old woman, who was avoiding contact with Jenkins.