Ke Zhiguang lifted his chin at the Jizo statue in front of him, and thought for a moment.

The first reaction was to rush up and hammer it, the kind of hammer in the physical sense.

But if you think about it carefully, this thing seems to be a protected cultural relic, and if you really hammer it, you will enter the bureau later.

Why a historical artifact can be a spiritual object, and only work for people other than the Lord of the Swamp, this point can only be made up by the Ke Zhiguang in the future.

In short, this should be the other party's lair.

Kozhiguang glanced around, his attention swept over everything that might be spiritual.

At first glance, I found that there are really a lot of them.

First of all, there is an old chandelier hanging down above, like a cake, layered on top of each other, and the purple dim light pours down from here, if you want to say that there is a sense of meaning, it is indeed very meaningful, if you want to say that there is no artistic conception, it is indeed the same as the purple light lamp of the hospital to kill flies.

【Spiritual Object: Dark Light】

[A lamp that has absorbed too much dark aura]

[Those who are illuminated by it will have negative emotions within two hours, and the Lord of the Swamp will do the opposite]

There is also a classical shop that sells masks, and a mask of a red ghost hangs in front of the store.

【Spiritual Object: Angry Vision】

[Through the eyes of the demon, look directly into a person's heart]

[Deterrence of chess players except the Lord of the Swamp]

And—

A withered peach blossom tree on the side of the road.

A small stone pier next to a small arch bridge.

Statue in the fountain.

Some antique shops sell accessories, dolls, and clothing.

Even some of the benches that look very distinctive are spiritual objects.

Without exception, they only have a positive effect on the Lord of the Swamp and a negative effect on others, as if these spiritual objects were raised by him.

It is conceivable that if you play chess here, it will be a crushing battle in which the Lord of the Swamp has a positive buff on his head and the opponent has a debuff on his head.

Ke Zhiguang closed his eyes and carefully felt his emotional state.

I still can't feel anything, maybe I can only feel it in front of the chessboard.

On the other hand, seeing the roar of so many spiritual objects here, Ke Zhiguang also sighed - dog, it turns out that here, spiritual objects are as cheap as wholesale?

Until now, the spiritual objects carried by Ke Zhiguang's hands are still the kind that are dropped by the [White-tailed Fox] and give the opponent +10 spoons.

As for whether it worked or not, Ke Zhiguang really didn't know, because this kind of accident often happened in the second half of the game, and his opponents during this time were basically the kind that lost in the second half of the game, even if he really hit the spoon, it would not affect the victory or defeat.

But one thing to say, after bringing it, Ke Zhiguang can indeed feel that the probability of triggering events has increased, such as the chance of being named by the teacher to answer questions during class, the probability of picking up a wild 100 yuan coin under the vending machine, the probability of bumping into a smoked bath, etc., in short, good and bad.

There are also some other spiritual objects that have exploded, such as rings, paper cranes, white handkerchiefs, etc., and the values added at the back are less than 3, and they are all disposed of as scrap by Ke Zhiguang.

"Come and take a look, it's pretty interesting." Ke Zhiguang gave a thumbs up to the front of the street, and Ping Shisheng had to get up with him.

Walking along the stone brick road, the atmosphere of the whole street gradually emerges, with Western-style baroque and Japanese-style classical "Japanese and Western eclectic" together, and the ceiling pipes spew some steam, as if imitating a train at that time.

It's quite an atmospheric place, and it's easy to think of many of Miyazaki's works.

To be reasonable, hammer people belong to hammer people, but life still has to go on, although he has always compared the current world to the world of cultivating immortals, but in fact, everyone is mortal, and they all count on earning fame by this, satisfying the annual trip to Hokkaido, Hawaii, etc.

Life is the ultimate goal and yearning of chess players, the improvement of technology is only on the chessboard, but the improvement of the realm is only outside the chessboard, which is why young people are often more skilled than the elderly, but the realm and the old cannot be compared.

The Lord of the Swamp has set his lair in such a place, and he is indeed quite tasteful, and he may also be a steampunk lover.

But Kojimitsu also always remembers the sentence on the explanation card - [Since the beginning of the Taisho era, the underground streets have been filled with demonic aura. 】

You have to be vigilant all the time.

This worldview is a bit mysterious.

Men tend to shop quite neatly, and at most glance at clothing stores and the like, the real attention is all on what they eat, whether it's kebabs or cakes.

I bought a can of coffee and prepared for the long battle tonight.

When I passed by a grocery store, my mother, San, said, "Two customers, why don't you try our lottery event, if you draw a good omen, you can bring good luck, and if you draw a bad omen, you can throw it away immediately." ”

Ping Shisheng originally thought that Ke Zhiguang would not be interested in these things, but he didn't expect him to really pause here.

"Draw lots..... Ke Zhiguang sipped his coffee and thought seriously.

Is this an event trigger?

For example, if you draw a good omen, can you use it as a positive spiritual object?

Ke Zhiguang thinks that there is a possibility, maybe this is the lottery system that comes with this world?

"Give it a try."

Omen.

"It's a pity, guest, but on the other hand, isn't it good luck that you didn't draw a bad omen worse than the omen?" The owner's mother, Sang, nodded and said fluently, obviously quite proficient in this set of business words.

Ke Zhiguang took this omen and looked at it for a long time, confirming that it was not a spiritual object, it was really just an ordinary small note with words written on it.

I can't smoke a bad omen, it's all the lord of the swamp who is behind my back, right?

Could it be that this person just hid in the lottery box and squatted me, saw my hand come in, and immediately handed me a murder?

Out of caution, Ke Zhiguang really leaned down and peeked into the lottery box.

It's just an ordinary lottery box, and by the light, you can see it clearly, not as deep as the quantum mechanics tribute box in Youxuan Temple.

Ke Zhiguang changed hands and threw the murder sign into the recovery bin next to him, as if he was playing a mobile game and drew an N card ten times, and angrily fed all the cards.

Just as I was about to leave the store and move forward—

and the unexpected and reasonable people looked at each other up close.

"Ke-sang?"

"Branch..... Ke Zhiguang? ”

President..... Vice President, are you here? Ke Zhiguang showed a puzzled expression, and the Pingshi Sheng behind him had already finished opening his mouth.

What appeared in front of Ke Zhiguang was President Bai Mengyin and Vice President Shaogong Xingyue, and the four of them froze in place, unable to speak to each other.

When Ke Zhiguang's gaze moved behind Bai Mengyin Yu, his hand holding the coffee shook twice.

The Falcon has spilled out.

The reason for her presence here is already obvious.

"Can you go back, President?" Ke Zhiguang opened his mouth directly, and the temperature was lowered.