The man sighed and took out the necklace of a crescent stone pendant.

"I'm sorry, I can only help you get here."

Hu Dezhi put the stone around his sister's neck and bowed to the man.

"Enough is enough!"

The man standing next to him patted Hu Dezhi on the shoulder.

"Come with me, there's still some work to be done."

Hu Dezhi nodded, squeezed his sister's hand, and followed him out of the noodle shop.

"My name is Xi Fei, you can call me Ah Fei."

"Hu Dezhi."

"You've offended an old day, haven't you?"

"How do you know?"

"In this desperate city, we know every movement of the past very well."

The three of them walked all the way to a private house, and the bright lights brought Hu Dezhi a sense of security.

beckoning his sister to lie on the bed, Xi Fei pulled Hu Dezhi to sit in the living room.

"Your current situation is complicated, an old man and a painter are staring, and I can only save one."

Hu Dezhi didn't think about it, and spoke directly.

"Let my sister live!"

Xi Fei placed a piece of parchment on the table.

"Now I have two ways, one is that I can protect her for a month, and you will pick her up after a month."

"What about the second one?"

"At the cost of your soul, awaken the power of the old gods and make your sister a waiter."

"Waiter?"

"It is equivalent to the personal guard next to the emperor, and the ancient gods will protect her safety."

The easy-to-understand explanation made Hu Dezhi determined.

"Second, she should live forever."

An imperceptible smile rose at the corner of Xi Fei's mouth and handed the parchment to Hu Dezhi.

"Time is tight, try to finish the circle before dawn, the sooner she becomes a waiter, the safer she is."

Hu Dezhi didn't notice anything wrong at all, and followed Xi Fei to set up a magic circle in the living room.

Time passed like flowing water, and everything that resembled dead wood was placed in the living room.

From a distance, it looks like a six-pointed star.

"It's two hours before dawn, so tell your sister what you want to say."

Hu Dezhi looked at the little girl who walked down the stairs, and his heart was sour.

The only thirty shells left on her body were handed over to her.

"Be good, I'll cooperate with my brother to complete a ceremony in a while."

"Well, I listen to my brother!"

The little girl's eyes were slightly red, and she tried not to let herself cry.

Although she is small, she is definitely not stupid.

Today's experience was enough for her to realize what was coming next.

"Let's get started!"

Hu Dezhi turned his head, placed the little girl in the center of the circle, and sat in the corner of the six-pointed star.

As a piece of dead wood was ignited, a yellowish glow lingered throughout the room.

The pain of being torn all over his body instantly spread throughout Hu Dezhi's body.

"What a pleasant pain!"

With a smile on the corner of Xi Fei's mouth, he took off his coat and revealed a set of security uniforms.

Hu Dezhi's brain seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, and the whole person was stunned in place.

The painter's shrill voice came from the doorway.

"It's so ignorant to give up the status of guardian so easily."

Hu Dezhi endured the pain of his body and looked at the oncoming painter.

The past flashes through my mind.

Doubts all popped up.

The departure of the painter, the pig-headed man along the way, the sanitation worker, the noodle shop......

From the moment I met the painter, I fell into a situation against myself.

The speed of pork people is not slow, and even far beyond ordinary people.

There are only two painters, how can they get rid of it easily?

How could it be such a coincidence, there happened to be a sanitation worker waiting for him on the road.

It also happens that there is a noodle shop that can solve the trouble.

Everything was too smooth, too much of a coincidence.

"Doesn't look stupid, figured it out?"

The painter's playful voice sounded in his ears, and Hu Dezhi clenched his teeth and asked one last question.

"What the hell is that pig-headed man?"

The painter's gaze glanced in one direction and did not answer the question.

"What a delightful despair!"

Hu Dezhi's consciousness had begun to blur, and he looked at his sister with the last trace of strength.

Blood stained her emaciated body, and staccato sounds came down her throat.

"Brother, Xinxin has eaten meat, so happy......"

[Congratulations on getting a not-so-happy ending, getting the level shard × 1, a blood-stained bear.] 】

The voice in his ears did not attract Hu Dezhi's attention in the slightest, and the miserable laughter spread all over his face.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his chest.

In the dark room, a humanoid monster resembling a lizard pierces his heart.

[Breaking the rules, you die, this loss: one clearance fragment.] 】

Darkness enveloped Hu Dezhi, and in desperation, he only had time to hold a bloodstained bear in his arms.

Opening his eyes again, Hu Dezhi took off his glasses and sat on the ground.

At this time, he couldn't tell what mood he was in.

Regret, sadness, anger, all kinds of emotions came to my heart.

Boss Zhang likes to mentally torture tourists, but a certain little Taoist priest has a clear difference from him.

The result of the exchange between the two is an all-round blow from the three levels of physical, mental, and psychological.

Just look at the current Hu Dezhi, these two hours have left an indelible impression on him for the rest of his life.

Even the child can have a psychological shadow when he sees a teddy bear in the future.

And like this kind of extremely healing story, Zhang Bei sorted out 900 of them.

There are even ninety-nine more healing ones, which have not yet been triggered by tourists.

Hu Dezhi sat on the ground for a long time, then slowly stood up and found Boss Zhang on the recliner with a pair of complicated eyes.

There were more than a dozen more lying tourists on the ground, each of whom became suspicious of the world.

"Is there really going to be someone who collects all ten shards?"

Zhang Beipan's movements stopped.

"The lower limit of people is used to refresh, and the psychological endurance is about the same."

Hu Dezhi sighed, and the blood-stained figure of the little girl lingered in front of him.

"What will happen to that little girl?"

"Which one?"

Hu Dezhi sorted out the language and told the story of his experience.

Zhang Bei thought back to the script he had designed.

"105 Well, the soul is still alive anyway, if you follow the line of the painter, you can still meet it."

"Forget it, I'm not going to play today."

"Young man, sacrifice is inevitable on the way forward, and if you want to get through the level, you must either pay sweat or tears."

Hu Dezhi took a deep breath.

"I'm going to you, you're beep, beep, beep!"

As he spoke, a punch fell directly at Boss Zhang.