The cemetery was filled with fog, and the pianist was wearing a black dress. While wiping the sweat off his face with a handkerchief, he was talking nervously to another person.
From Jenkins' vantage point the man could not be seen, only the black sleeves protruding from the edge of the tree trunk looming in the mist.
"Can this kind of weather be so hot?"
He subconsciously touched his face, wanted to extend his hand to say hello, but felt that it was impolite to disturb others' conversation, so he walked over generously.
Unexpectedly, before Jenkins approached, Mr. Kevin nodded in a panic to the person behind the tree, and then quickly left from the other direction.
Somewhat surprised, but he still didn't call out his name loudly to disturb the dead souls sleeping peacefully in the ground.
Seeing Kevin leaving, he turned around and wanted to leave, but was stopped by someone.
"Jenkins R. Williams?"
He turned around, unexpectedly someone would call out his full name. When he saw the man in the black dress, black trousers, black leather shoes, and black hat, the corners of his mouth trembled, and he subconsciously blinked his eyes.
This is a middle-aged man with rough skin, holding a dead tree and looking at Jenkins expressionlessly. No emotion could be seen in his eyes, and the more he observed, the more empty and terrifying he felt.
"The whole body is full of yellow aura, oh, it's not a monster, what kind of luck am I?"
Sometimes I really suspect that I am cursed by fate, but I am able to live safely until now, and I am grateful for the blessing of the hermit of fate.
"What's the matter?"
Since it's not a monster, there's nothing to worry about. The tone was very cautious, and he backed away while talking, he didn't have the heart to deal with this kind of thing now.
In the morning, I was so focused on asking my father about the weird things related to the funeral that I actually forgot that the supernatural of type B might also appear.
"You don't need to be wary of me, Mr. Williamette."
The man shrugged his shoulders, but remained expressionless.
"I'm just a businessman, a businessman who sells life. Oh, your life is really long. I don't think you will be interested in my business."
Compared with the strange humanoid monsters he encountered before, this extraordinary humanoid is really talkative. At least when facing him, it was difficult for Jenkins to feel vigilant, so after drawing a safe distance, he stopped and asked:
"Why do you know my name?"
"This is my ability. I can see the name and lifespan of any body. As a lifespan merchant, this is the most basic ability."
Jenkins nodded, and fiddled with the sin coins sewn inside with his right hand in his pocket. Although this kind of currency can be produced, the output is extremely low. Up to now, there are only 5 complete coins, most of which are harvested from demon events. And mortals, whether they are ordinary people or granters, the amount they provide is pitifully small.
"The gentleman just now..."
"Sorry, as a businessman, I have to have a work ethic."
He said so.
"Then let me change the question, I am very interested in your business. If you want to trade life, what price do you charge?"
The smell of damp soil flooded into the nostrils with the breath, and the body was already shivering from the cold. But the silent appearance of the flame made the damn weather no longer affect Jenkins.
"It's very simple. I will accept the soul after death, my own destiny, or organs, emotions, and valuable special items."
As he spoke, he opened the left half of the black formal suit, and various small bottles were packed in dense pockets inside.
"Do you collect crime coins?"
"oh?"
The man was obviously taken aback, and touched his nose: "Such a generous guest? Of course, how much life do you want? Life is not worth much, since you are the first person in this era who wants to trade with me with sin coins If you are a customer, then it can be cheaper, how about adding 30 years to your life with a sin coin? This is a great discount!"
The 30-year life span really exceeded Jenkins' imagination. He thought it would be ten years at most. But the preciousness of sin coins is self-evident, and he is not going to die soon, so he has no idea of exchanging sin coins for his life for the time being.
"May I ask, what's the use of asking for criminal coins?"
A smile finally broke across the businessman's stiff face, but he made no attempt to answer Jenkins' question.
"Two seeds of blasphemy, in exchange for your answer."
He still didn't answer.
Jenkins could only shake his head regretfully. Of course, the answer cannot be obtained so easily.
"Apart from lifespan, do you sell other things? You should also have a lot of treasures, right?"
"Sir, I'm a professional lifespan merchant and I don't sell other things."
Jenkins nodded slightly, and took a few steps towards the businessman in all black, admitting to let his guard down.
"Ability to sell?"
He remembered the black sacred series of abilities sold by the train conductor in the train treacherous land.
"What ability do you want to buy?"
Sure enough.
After thinking about it, I now have two spare ability bubbles. The reserved one is reserved for [Blessing of Books]. , After all, some abilities are missed, and they may never be seen again in a lifetime.
"The ability to see the real name of the physical body."
"10 sin coins, any kind of sin coin is fine."
The businessman held out two hands, ten fingers in total, toward Jenkins.
Jenkins' expression was stagnant, and he smiled embarrassedly and touched his chin:
"The ability to see the lifespan of the body."
"10 pieces, as long as blood coins."
"Even without gold pounds, I'm still a poor man."
As he thought about it, he took out five complete green coins from his pocket and showed them to the merchant.
"I know that your actions in the material world are also bound by rules. Look, I only have these, what can you sell me?"
"5 coins? It seems that you are really a very wealthy person. But what I need more is blood coins, if it is the seed of blasphemy..."
This sentence reveals a lot of information, different special monsters/transcendents require different crime coins.
"I can't sell complete abilities to you, but incomplete ones are fine. Please ask for them. I have mastered most of the abilities related to longevity."
"life?"
He frowned, thinking of something.
"[Undead]."
"Oh, this is an interesting ability. Which [Undead] ability do you need?"
The wind at the end of autumn was slightly cold, and the humid air in the cemetery made the icy wind even more bitter. The fog gradually became thicker. After all, this place is very close to a large number of factories in the suburbs.
Jenkins felt himself grabbing something, and an incredible possibility occurred to him.
"The ability to save the world at the end of the era."
Saying these words, the beating of the heart became stronger.