Different dimension game

"What does this weirdness look like? A box of Mithril, tsk tsk, no matter how terrifying and violent it is, it has already been killed by humans. Money touches people's hearts. Aren't humans in your world greedy for money?"

Pan Hao winked and said, "Isn't it hard to kill this kind of monster that has a body? One missile is not enough, so we can use two. Cut it to the ground and strip the mithril from it."

Fengling clenched her fists, a little nervous, recalling the scenes in the horrible elevator.

She didn't know how to explain it.

"In that... our world, this kind of... mithril weirdness is not very common."

Finally, she took out the hatchet that was all black.

A very powerful wonder!

For some reason, Pan Hao had this feeling in his heart: this knife is the real highlight, and it can even become the foundation of a small country.

In comparison, that pile of mithril was nothing.

He took a deep breath and looked at the hatchet excitedly for a moment.

A hot breath came from the blade surface, unknowingly, it made people have a strong desire to kill.

Pan Hao closed his eyes, and after a few seconds, his eyes became clear again: "Put it away first, and don't let others see this knife."

"That's right." He rummaged through the box and found a piece of skin, and said with some reluctance, "Use this piece of skin to wrap it. This is a rare treasure left by the saint."

Sure enough, after wrapping the machete in Biaozi leather, no killing breath could be revealed. It seemed to have become an ordinary knife, with a restrained murderous aura.

"Did this knife also be snatched from Weird?"

"Yes... yes." Feng Ling nodded vigorously.

Pan Hao took a sip of tea, and thought hard in his mind. In the past, with such huge benefits in front of him, he might be jealous and greedy.

But having seen a wider world, his pursuit of material things is actually not that great.

The current little life is going well, that is, I am a little curious, and I have no interest in the idea of ​​forcible snatching.

In addition, this little girl is involved in a relationship with the saint, and may even be under the gaze of the saint... It is even more impossible to have any bad thoughts.

Pan Hao was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Things are good, but as an elite in another world, you should also know the rules of the world. Ordinary economic interests cannot make a world take huge risks to save another world."

"Only a sage would be compassionate and try his best to save you."

"How did you come to this world?"

"I came here by elevator... I... I was actually dead, but for some reason, I came back to life..." Feng Ling organized the prophecy a little bit, and briefly described the whole process.

But in Pan Hao's ears, this experience was nothing short of shocking!

This... Isn't this similar to his experience?

He was a man who "should" die.

He should have died in Xanadu Village, like the rest of the expedition.

But now, he survived.

The ability to turn back time!

Pan Hao couldn't help smiling happily: "So that's how it is. You can come here because of the help of the sage."

"I just said, how can you, a little girl, handle such a difficult task as 'traversing' and still get so many spoils of war. If you could easily traverse, the world would have been messed up long ago."

"Where is that elevator?"

"Disappeared……"

When he found the trace of the saint, Lao Pan was extremely fanatical. He walked around the room and poured a glass of water into it. The top-quality Tieguanyin could not quench his fanaticism.

He is like a fanatical believer in a religion, and he is about to meet the gods he believes in, even if there is only one believer in this religion.

This kind of fanatical feeling cannot be imagined by others.

But he was also a little scared, and extreme fear slowly grew deep in his heart.

Fengling looked at his frantic look, closed her eyes, felt the flame in her mind, and asked cautiously: "The saint... who is it?"

Pan Haodao: "Actually, I have been thinking about who the saint is and whether he is a human being... I always feel that he is not a real human being. This is even better!"

"The power of a sage cannot be possessed by humans. You don't have to think too much about what is going on, as long as he is silently helping us."

"Since the sage helped you and came to this world, he must have his intentions. There has already been a game between him and the terrifying existence in your world. Let me think about his intentions..." Pan Hao sank his head and pondered deeply. stand up.

Now, he really wants to do something meaningful!

As the only survivor who escaped from Taoyuan Village, he naturally knew a lot of information, and soon thought of the "anchor dispute".

A real "devil god" is difficult to defeat head-on, and the only way to let it sink is by pulling out the anchor.

But what's the use of the saint bringing this woman over?

This woman only has tiny abilities, and is obviously not the main anchor of the "Unknown Demon God". What's the use of bringing her here?

There was a soft "pop", and a strange sound came from the next room.

"Wait a minute." Pan Hao hurried over to have a look.

When I saw the scene inside, my heart almost stopped beating!

In this room, there is a statue of the saint enshrined, but now, the statue is split, just like the wooden statue in the Ganlu Temple in Taoyuan Village, the head is split in two.

"Fa, what happened?"

His entire scalp was numb, and a blank unknown suddenly surged into his heart, and goosebumps arose.

That frenzied feeling gradually disappeared.

(What does this mean...a saint...this statue is just an ordinary white jade, not a strange thing...)

(Why did it suddenly shatter?)

I thought about it for a while.

(The game with the demon god is not a game, nor is it inevitable to win. The danger is unimaginable... I understand, I was reckless just now. Facing a woman who has time-traveled, I should be suspicious and cautious, saint This is reminding me.)

Thinking about it this way, the whole person was sweating profusely, and the whole person almost overturned the car!

After living a comfortable life for too long, I can't switch.

Pan Hao zoomed in on the hole, and thought of another possibility.

(This woman may be the hidden anchor of the unknown demon god, but she doesn't know it... It is also possible that the saint has done something to her. I have to test her out.)

He rummaged through boxes and cabinets for a while, and found an exquisite box containing a bundle of insignificant fluff.

Don't look at it as insignificant, but the fur of the Nine-Colored Deer, a divine beast in ancient mythology, is Pan Hao's most proud collection in the past few decades.

Chapter 194 [Falsehood]

The down of the Nine-Colored Deer will change color due to external spiritual power. There are nine colors in total: white, yellow, red, purple, dark blue, light blue, black, green, and orange.

This is actually similar to the testing instruments of the Academy of Sciences, and even the instruments of the Great Academy of Sciences are actually manufactured by imitating the supernatural principle of this fluff.

As a real sample, it is actually more powerful than the detection ability of the instrument.

Pan Hao cut off a small half of the fluff with a bit of heartache, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed.

Suddenly, in his eyes, the whole world changed, as if there were colorful bubbles and cobweb-like cracks, which were constantly born in the space and disappeared immediately, just like the tide of the sea.

This may be the so-called "space tide" in the etheric abyss...

Pan Hao cautiously returned to the room, pretending to be nonchalant.

"There are two weirdnesses, you left the elevator first?"

"Yes." Feng Ling replied.

With the help of the Nine-Colored Deer, Pan Hao quietly looked at Fengling's soul, which seemed to be a human being.

"It's a bad thing. The [it] you mentioned may have already projected its own power in this world. Since you can travel through the world, those weirdnesses can also travel through the world and come to us."

A tinge of guilt arose in Fengling's heart, and she felt restless. This is indeed possible.

If the world also collapses, is she the culprit?

After all, she doesn't travel through time, and these weirdnesses may not be able to discover this world.

Thinking about it like this can't help but generate heavy pressure, and my body is sweating.

Pan Hao was still looking at it. He saw a dark red flame hidden in the little girl's mind. The intensity was black, which was the highest level that could be detected.

(Sure enough, there is hidden power in her body.)

(What is this flame? The power of a saint, or...)

In the next moment, he saw another dark light.

Hidden in the soul of the little girl, the intensity is also black.

This group of pitch-black light seemed to have noticed his gaze, and in an instant, it came overwhelming!

On the spot, Pan Hao was so frightened that his soul froze.

(What's going on? Why is there still a power!)

"Hey, are you listening?"

"I'm listening, I'm listening." Pan Hao came back to his senses and found that he was fine.

It may be because the other party did not intentionally attack.

He couldn't stand such a chaotic scene!

Without the saint's reminder, this time I really have to die.

Lao Pan, who is in his 70s, clenches his toes and thinks rapidly.This was the second most terrifying scene he had encountered in his life.

"You will report the process of crossing." Pan Hao pretended to be calm.

(If this woman is the anchor of the unknown demon god, why did the saint bring her here? Gathering points to help?)

(It’s not that there is such a possibility... Rather than let the unknown demon god randomly project power, it is better to concentrate it, and it will be easier to deal with in the future.)

(I've seen this kind of technique before, artificially creating a main anchor...it's a sage's technique.)

"...Is this the elevator monster you've seen before?" Lao Pan thought of something while listening to the other party's description, and flipped through the bookshelf behind him for a long time.

Most of them are newspapers.

The newspaper is called "Today's Discussion", with an unremarkable name, but the price is extremely high, 100 yuan a copy!

As the world's financial center, freight center, and trade center, Freeport has the fastest flow of news.

The newspaper "Today's Discussion" is only circulated among high-ranking officials and aristocrats, and ordinary commoners can't buy it if they want to, and they haven't even heard of it.

Pan Hao is only qualified to buy a newspaper through small means because he is in frequent contact with this circle and as an insider.

The large-scale content of the newspaper introduces the recent auction market for rare objects.The eight-figure and nine-figure transaction price is really eye-catching.

Wealth, an eternal topic in human society, is not just an identity, a right or even a pursuit.

There are also some reports about the Taishan Altar. In the future, the auction of many rare objects will be transferred to the Taishan Altar...

It seems that something big has happened, Taishan altar has become a new communication center.

Those who are not high enough can even find out the news.

According to his memory, he found a newspaper from 20 years ago.

A piece of news was reported at the location of one of the tofu blocks: a strange red-clothed figure missing a foot and crying non-stop appeared in the downtown area of ​​Hong Kong Island.The first time it appeared, it was easily killed by a young man.

This young man may be a Blackguard investigator.

The investigators of the Black Guards actually hate being here. After all, Hong Kong Island is a place where good and bad people are mixed. There is no so-called espionage law. All forces come here to participate. The power of capital is far stronger than the power of the people.

"She... is dead?" Feng Ling can almost confirm that this is the woman in red she met in the elevator, missing a leg.

It's easy to identify.

The result is already dead?

Fengling was very surprised.

And died 20 years ago?

Pan Hao frowned, and racked his brains again to think: (The timing of these things entering was misplaced.)