"One Yang Finger!"

"Shaoshang Sword! Shao Chong Sword!"

"Shaoze Sword, Shangyang Sword, Guan Chong Sword!"

As if he had found a new toy, Wu Yu walked out of Lao Chen's steamed bun shop with a bun in his mouth, and poked the black spell worms along the short trail, leaving behind him a series of milky white butterflies that had not yet had time to disappear into the world.

The faint mist that had originally permeated the eyes gradually faded away with the trajectory of the light butterfly, revealing a clear world.

As Wu Yu had seen before, the trail was not long, and unlike the previous novels, this time, there was no mosaic-like puzzle at the end of the street, instead of a colorless swirling chaos. - Even the undescribed world has a different level of clarity, Wu Yu secretly wrote it down in his heart.

However, this time I didn't come to experience the Creator, and I didn't plan to stay too long. He had thought about it since he entered this world, and this time it was just a guest.

His mind turned, and as soon as he looked up, a wooden façade appeared in front of him. The old-looking shop name, which is made up of words that have been divided and pieced together, tells Wu Yu that his destination has arrived.

- The "Trafford Buyers Club" – the legendary place where you can buy everything, provided you can afford it, of course.

In the window there was still a small pendulum clock that had stopped turning, and two beads that looked like a crimson moon. Although there was no wind, the quaint hanging lamp in front of the store swayed back and forth from time to time.

Before Wu Yu could see anything more, a pleasant and clear voice came, "Guest, do you need anything?"

A tall and slender girl dressed in a classic Gothic black and white maid outfit appeared outside the door at some point, with a charming smile on her delicate face that is characteristic of Russians, and leaned forward slightly to make a gesture to guide the door in.

Staring at the pair of blue and clear eyes in front of him, which were much inferior to all the gems in the world, even if he had an expectation in his heart, Wu Yu was almost lost in the depths of that magical vortex.

"Miss Youye, I'm here to make a deal with Boss Luoqiu. ”

Even a bookworm can't challenge this charismatic setting that is clearly written by the author. After looking at each other for a while, Wu Yu consciously looked away at the maid, and grabbed it in the air, as if he had grabbed something, "Originally, I was ready to bleed, but now it seems that it is not necessary." ”

Whether it was deliberately looking away or grabbing at the empty air with a slight flirtatiousness, Yuya didn't show the slightest displeasure in the face of the mysterious visitor who opened his mouth and the name of his boss - she had seen too many more rude guests in three hundred years.

The maid still adheres to the perfect ceremonial posture,

"Then, please come in, and the boss will come out to talk to you later. ”

After a moment of trance, Wu Yu found himself in the shop, a long white candle lit on the table of a quaint Western astrologer, but unlike the dim candlelight on the market, even if you look directly, the dancing candle flame illuminates every corner of the room just right.

"So, who are you? I'm sure I don't know you. ”

A young man with a somewhat pale face who looked like he was four or five years older than Wu Yu appeared in front of Wu Yu, and the surrounding scene was unusually harmonious. Yuya, a gothic maid with royal blue eyes, stood with her hands folded on her lower abdomen, as if the young man had been sitting there all along, but had not spoken before.

"And, what do you want to trade, guest?"

Smiling slightly, Wu Yu didn't answer Luo Qiu's first question, the ancient club has too many mysteries, even the bookworms who have crossed over had better not touch the rules of this world too much.

After all, Kureha's ultimate goal is to experience the story well and not bring chaos.

"Let's see how about my trading funds first?"

Stretched out his right hand, he gently poked the small black text worm that was shrunk into a ball in his palm——— [a voice suddenly appeared beside him], and the word "put" slowly twisted and trembled into "one", and then a light butterfly trembled and floated to Youye's side, and finally disappeared.

"Trade this for the ability that I can go back to where I came from, no matter where I am. ”

Nervous, Wu Yu wasn't sure if the omnipotent club in the book would be able to see this wonderful scene, after all, the maid Yuya and Fluttershy were obviously unaware of the black typos flying around them—"What do you think?"

Luo Qiu frowned, "I don't know how you did it, but it's too little for you to fix it." ”

"It's not just that. This is my gift to the maid lady," Wu Yu shook his finger, "As for the real deal, we can sign a contract, and I will come over regularly to get rid of insects until this world stands still." ”

After thinking silently for a long time, Luo Qiu nodded, and a very old-looking parchment slowly unfolded between the two of them, which seemed to have something agreed on it in a language that Wu Yu could not understand, and at the bottom there was a little bit of Wu Yu's name written in block letters.

Then, a black flame burst forth, rapidly burning the parchment.

Then, a boundless darkness engulfs the entire scene.

…………

Wu Yu opened his eyes, the wind blowing slightly on the surface of his skin lost the disturbing heat of the day, the summer sky looked extraordinarily close, and the starlight without clouds showed a dreamy color that was not lost in the world of the novel.

I looked at my watch, and before I knew it, it was almost ten o'clock. "It's so late, and it takes a little time to be careful. Speaking of which, it's a question of whether we'll be able to find a place to stay tonight. Wu Yu thought about it, and the roommate who didn't seem to communicate very well couldn't help but have a headache. I hope I don't find my suitcase scattered downstairs when I go back to the dormitory.

After a little bit of a taste of the world of the Trafford Buyers Club, which was still unconnected, with a pleasant hiccup, Wu Yu slowly swayed in the direction of the dormitory - the boat naturally went straight to the bridge.

…………

On the other side, in the attic on the second floor of the Trafford Buyers Club, Youye gently filled up the soothing tea in Luo Qiu's hand and asked, "Who is he?"

Blowing on the slightly hot tea, looking at the soothing petals that floated up and down in the cup, Luo Qiu responded: "A poor passer-by who is afraid that he will not find his way home." ”