Townsen's movements froze for a moment.

He stared at the words on the purse.

"It's not right, it's definitely wrong."

The purchase funds of the previous two worlds, whether it was the Endless Money Bag or the Mithril Ring, their descriptions were gifts from the world, and this unassuming wallet, the name of the giver was blacked out, so that it could not be seen.

This blackened form is also seen in the procurement task.

He had noticed for the first time that the item called "The Shepherd's Extraordinary Properties" had a prefix: "Item 1." ”

Then there are two lines of blacked-out text, indecipherable.

Then there is the procurement deadline.

He guessed that there might be more than one commodity in this world, and judging from the short six-month procurement time, his crossing this time may not involve those blacked out words, and only need to purchase commodity 1 is enough.

"No, maybe not even six months."

Townsend didn't know exactly what the blacked-out name was, but the text on the wallet clearly addressed "He".

The word is usually used to refer to a deity.

There were gods in the previous two worlds, but Townsend didn't think that the gods of this world would be as friendly as those two worlds.

Townsend could feel a strong sense of malice in the word "arrival".

Combined with the energy that was inrecallable but absolutely unpleasant when he crossed over, Tang Sen couldn't help but squint his eyes.

This sourcing trip will probably not be too pleasant.

"Huh?"

The man in front heard Townwex's stagnant footsteps and turned around.

Townsend quickly put his wallet away, returning to a sluggish state before the other party saw him.

"Is the order only that short?" The man cautiously examined the skeleton in front of him for a moment, and after making sure that the other party had not moved, he muttered to himself.

Then he shouted again: "I command you in the name of death, follow my steps!" ”

The two of them set out again, climbing over the fence from a hidden corner of the cemetery, avoiding the avenue and weaving through the alleys.

From time to time, the shadow of the house obscured the crimson moonlight, allowing Townsend to regain his flesh, but unfortunately, the man was only in a hurry and did not notice this, and soon, the two came to the door of a townhouse.

The man cautiously looked towards the houses on both sides, made sure that no one noticed him, quickly took out the key, opened the door carefully, and then looked back at Tang Sen: "I order you in the name of death, come in!" ”

Then, he saw the skeleton soaked in crimson moonlight, and seemed to smile strangely.

"Hallucinations?" The man's heart was slightly startled, and his thoughts, which were crowded with fanatical thoughts, suddenly cooled down a little.

He suddenly regretted his decision to bring the resurrected dead home, and although the skeleton seemed to be completely at his orders, it was a dead thing after all.

"I can't sleep tonight, I have to keep an eye on him." The man thought cautiously, "When the morning comes, I'll have to find a place to hide him in a hidden place." ”

As he thought so, the skeleton approached, and the boundary line of the shadow of the house spread up from the skeleton's feet.

Inch by inch, flesh covered it.

This strange scene grabbed the man's throat, almost freezing his thoughts, until the flesh and blood completely covered the bone's face, revealing the black hair and black eyes, the man suddenly reacted, his hands and feet were cold, and he opened his mouth to shout.

But Townsend hurriedly took two steps forward, covered his mouth, and then closed the door with his backhand.

"Professor Red—"

Tang Sen said in a deep voice, "You invited me in. ”

Professor Red shuddered, broke free of Townsend's hand, took a few steps back, and sat down on the floor.

"It's better not to shout."

Before the other party could not help screaming again, Tang Sen spoke: "Think about what you did tonight. ”

"Professor Red, you don't want your neighbors to know that you're taking students to dig graves, do you?"

The silent observation along the way was enough for Townsend to gather enough information and find the weakness of the frightened professor on the other side.

Professor Red made a hoarse sound in his throat, and he gasped violently several times before he stammered, "I, in the name of death, order you to stand back!" Get out of my house! ”

Townsend smiled, motionless.

"Unfortunately, the name of death doesn't seem to command me."

Professor Red's face turned pale, and he was naturally aware of this, and from the moment the other party spoke, his excitement and frenzy for successfully resurrecting the dead had vanished.

He sadly discovered that this strange being, who had been dug out of the grave by his own hands, was acting all the way until he followed him into the room.

"What the hell are you?" He stepped back with his feet until he hit the corner of the sofa in the living room: "What is your purpose! ”

"Take it easy." Townsend looked at the room and could notice that the house was not large, and after entering the room, there was a small living room, two sofas, a coffee table, and there were no oil paintings hanging on the wall, but a row of bookshelves.

On the other side of the living room is the dining room and kitchen, with stairs leading up to the first floor in the corner.

Townsend walked over unceremoniously, sat down on the couch, and casually picked up the books on the coffee table.

It's a book of poetry, and the language looks ancient.

"Instead of asking me about my purpose, Professor Red." Townsend casually flipped through the book of poems and whispered, "Didn't you wake me up from my slumber?" ”

"I don't." Professor Reid couldn't even utter a complete sentence in his fear: "I thought"

"You think I'm just a normal corpse." Tang Sen intimately filled in the words for him: "You just learned some specious occult knowledge, and you wanted to try it, but you didn't expect to really succeed." ”

"No, that's right." Professor Red's fear was mixed with a hint of confusion: "But I didn't think about it."

"You didn't think I had a mind of my own, and I wasn't under your control." Townsend said regretfully:

"I'm sorry I let you down."

"No, no." Seeing that Townsend had not shown any ill intentions, Professor Red relaxed a little, and he carefully got up from the ground and walked to the farthest corner of the room to stand with Townson.

"I'm sorry to wake you up," he begged, "I'm not going to tell anyone about your existence, and you can see that I'm just an ordinary person, can you let me go?" ”

"Absolutely." Without hesitation, Tang Sen said, "You should be able to see that I don't intend to hurt you, do I?" ”

Professor Red let out a long breath, and he squeezed out a pitiful smile and said, "That-"

"I have a lot of things to ask you." Townsend knew what he was trying to say, and the frightened professor was afraid that he wanted to ask himself to leave his house.

So he directly interrupted the poor professor.

After so long of resuscitating the bones, Townwend's purpose was not just to scare him.

"You know, Professor Red." "I just woke up from the grave with a lack of understanding of the world," he said. ”

Professor Red opened his mouth and swallowed back what he was about to say, he coughed lightly and said, "What do you want to know?" ”

"Everything you know." Tang Sen smiled: "Of course, you can start with the simplest first. ”

"Like, where is this?"

"I'm in my home." As soon as Professor Red finished speaking, he realized that he had said a nonsense, and hurriedly remedied: "Specifically, Arka Street is in the north side of Beckland, and it is in the Hilston district. ”

"Beckland." Tang Sen found the key word accurately, he muttered again, and the smile on his face disappeared.

It wasn't a term he wanted to hear, though he had already guessed before.

After all, the shepherds, the extraordinary traits, the Crimson Moon, and the changes that have taken place in the bearer of the procurement funds are all reminders of what kind of world it is.

Crazy, weird, unspeakable, malicious, and extremely dangerous.

This is the world of the Lord of Mysteries.

Townsend, of course, had read this work, and as a reader, he had also been deeply attracted by the mysterious world described in the original book and the complex and magical potion system, but if he was asked to choose the world he didn't want to cross the most, I am afraid that this world would be one of them.

"In that case, the blacked-out text is easy to understand."

There are gods in this world, not the gods of the folklore that Townsend has heard of, but more bizarre, more crazy, and most of them have malicious beings.

As ordinary people, even if they only know their real names, it is possible to be polluted, start to hear whispers, and gradually lose their minds to madness, and eventually turn into strange monsters.

Not to mention seeing them in their true form, it would be enough to kill oneself in an instant, and Townsend believed that the result would be the same if it were Smaug the dragon.

"What is certain is that because of my wallet, I have been targeted by an unknown god, no, maybe in the process of traveling into this world."

"But the good news is that I won't be targeted by other beings anymore."

In addition to providing unlimited money, the wallet also allows Townsend to avoid any form of gaze from other existences, regardless of the risks involved, which is undoubtedly a very powerful feature.

After all, not to mention those entrenched, malevolent gods and hidden existences, in this world, the ability of divination and foreknowledge is not uncommon, and an outsider, a purchaser destined to do something in this world, can easily attract the covetousness of others.

Without the existence of the purse, Townsend suspected that the moment he woke up, he would be exploited or eliminated by an unknown being.

Townsend took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"Everything in this world is unfriendly."

"But at least there's something to be thankful for."

"I finally have a way to improve myself."

(End of chapter)