"Now it's where to go." Burke asked.

"Now it's on the way to Antia." Lem responded.

Hearing this, Burke also slowly opened the map to check.

"No, it's the wrong way."

"What's going wrong?" He asked.

"I'm going to Carax Bay."

"Carax Bay? That's the headquarters of the Gaucente Group! ”

Burke spoke without any mood swings: "It doesn't matter, if they can find out, it's useless for you to hide anywhere." ”

"Okay, then go straight to Antia."

"Then again, is the snail dead?" Burke turned the conversation back.

"I don't know, it didn't come out, but from the outside, the entire snail shell was red at that time, probably dead." Lem said uncertainly.

"By the way, I also want to ask you, why do you have such a big grudge against the snail mother, and it is worth destroying yourself like that." He asked Burke suddenly.

"He gave me a terrible dream, like the one you dreamed of five years ago."

Burke's words silenced Lem for a moment: "That does damn it. ”

Over the next period of time, Lem asked a few more questions.

For example, why did Burke's injury heal so quickly, how did he know the purpose of the ten-eyed python, did he have a similar bad experience as himself, etc......

Burke answered these questions one by one, but most of them were stories woven from lies.

He didn't want to reveal that he knew too much about cursed items.

This is his only golden finger, and Burke will try to hide its existence as much as possible, although it is not very strong, but it is better than having two eyes in the dark.

"It's Antia." Lem reminded.

"Find a cold weapon forging shop." Burke said.

"Do you want a custom weapon?"

"No, I'm going to melt something."

Hearing this, Lem didn't continue to ask, because in a moment he could see what was about to melt.

After some searching, they finally came to a forge shop.

"Man, whatever weapon you want to build, knives, guns, daggers, I can customize them all here." Seeing Burke and Lem coming, a bald, bearded man greeted him with a smile.

"I don't build weapons, I want to fuse something." Burke said.

"What's that?"

Burke slowly pulled a ring out of his flesh pouch.

"You're going to melt him?" The bearded man asked.

"Yes."

"Okay, leave it to me, although I don't know what you're going to do here." He said enthusiastically.

"Can you leave it to me?"

"Come on, then." The bearded man took Burke and Leme to the forge.

Burke then threw the ghost ring into the hot hole as well, and with a cold face, he saw the ghost ring struggle violently.

The square mouth full of teeth set in the ring squirmed wildly.

"You seem to be very cool." Lem said suddenly.

"This ring is a sacrifice, it's the creator of that nightmare, it's the one who made me see a terrible picture with the snail mother." Burke explained.

"It's a sacrifice!?" Lem and the bearded man spoke in surprise at the same time.

"Yes, a C-class sacrifice." Burke lied.

He deliberately said this in order to hide the existence of Goldfinger.

If the cursed items that Burke got were particularly strong and useful, he would naturally be suspicious of others.

But now, when Burke melted the sacrifice in front of Lem, he would naturally understand that Burke was not so awesome, and all he got was a good sacrifice.

And the A-level sacrifice is said to be C-level, and I don't want the bearded man in front of me to worry about it.

If you melt the A-level sacrifice at will, others will naturally know that you are rich and stupid, and you may be targeted.

If it's just a C level, it will only make people feel distressed for a while, but it won't cause you to worry.

"Tsk, although I feel very sorry for those 200,000 people, but cursed items are like this, and no one knows what side effects they will have." Lem looked at the ring that had completely melted into red water with some pain.

200,000 people, ordinary people have to work for two or three years to have this money, it is difficult not to feel distressed.

"Man, do you know what this ring is capable of?" The bearded man also came to talk.

"I don't know, I've been wearing it, I don't feel any use, only to notice later, since I put on the ring, I often have nightmares, and I can sleep peacefully after taking it off." Burke explained.

"Alas, what a pity for this, you can sell it for more than 100,000 yuan in the cursed item store." He was also a little distressed.

"If I don't melt him, I can't relieve my anger."

"Almost, are you going to make something?" The bearded man asked.

"You don't have to do it, pour it out and shape it casually, and polish it for me until it disappears."

Hearing Burke's words, the corners of Lem's mouth twitched slightly, and secretly thought, "If anyone provokes this guy, it's really troublesome......"

"It's the first time I've seen a customer like this."

The bearded man didn't expect Burke to be so angry, he was not satisfied that he was completely gone, and he had to grind it completely until it disappeared.

I don't know, I think this ring has done something damned.

"I'll pay you Lingmin."

"Okay, then you can do it yourself." He relinquished his place to Burke.

Acting as the bearded man asked, Burke casually solidified it into an irregular circle, which was then placed on a grinder and frantically sanded.

In the end, when he couldn't grind it anymore, he took it and melted it again, and continued to shape and polish it.

It wasn't until the ring completely disappeared from the world that Burke was satisfied with the people and walked away.

The bearded man took the Lingmin and looked at Burke and Lem in the distance, and there were ten thousand doubts in his heart.

He couldn't imagine what kind of dream that ring had caused him to suffer such inhumane revenge from Burke.

"When I go to change my clothes, I'll go to the next city."

Burke knew that the trip would take a long time, and the seat of that car had always been a difficult point for Burke to accept.

The bottom line is that you can't cover it up with something else.

The cart is alive, and if you put other things on it, the cart will think that you don't respect it, and it will swallow all the stuff you put on it.

If you want to ask how Burke knows, he'd done it in the first place.

"I've been driving for a day and a night, and I can't drive anymore." Lem hurriedly spoke.

"I'll drive, you go and rest."

Burke changed into a new set of clothes and wrapped himself tightly.

A plain black sweatshirt with a hood, black gloves, a mask and glasses basically prevent any inch of skin from being exposed.