Mystery Makes Me Strong

Wen Rensheng rushed to Dongdu personally, and under Xiao Huan's guidance, he came to the basement.

The takeaway lunch boxes in the yard were piled up like a mountain, exuding a sour smell.

This reminded Wen Rensheng that there was a piece of news in his previous life. An old man from Dongdao, who was 70 years old, hadn’t stepped out of his house since he was in his twenties. He had lived in the house for more than forty years, and the takeaway garbage in his house had piled up. Chengshan, you have to step on it to enter the house.

And here, it's almost there.

In the basement, there is a circle of computer screens, and some people's action pictures are played on the screen.

A man was lying on the ground, bleeding from his mouth.

"He took potassium cyanide." Xiao Huan helped explain.

Wen Rensheng exerted a little energy to investigate the past.

It was found that the other party was very dead.

After scanning it, he asked, "Have you used spiritism?"

"Uh, I forgot." Xiao Huan touched the back of his head and said.

Wen Rensheng didn't criticize her, and directly started to draw the ritual of spiritualism on the spot.

After drawing, then start, just this start, but it has no effect.

Not to mention ghosts, there is not even a gust of wind.

"As expected." Wen Rensheng shook his head and said.

"Ah, Lao Wen, it seems that your ability is not good either?" Xiao Huan winked and said.

"Nothing will work. This shows that this kid's death is strange. He probably hid his soul. He knows that a mortal body cannot escape the search, so he escaped by death." Wen Rensheng simply said The true purpose of Sopei Yamai was revealed.

"But everyone is dead, how can he escape?" Little Fantasy didn't understand.

"People can be resurrected after death, not to mention he is playing Baldur's Gate. He must know how the God of Slaughter prepares for his own resurrection. I think he should put the mechanism of resurrection on those sons of God." Wen Ren L explained.

"Speaking so cunningly, I almost deceived the extremely smart me!" Xiao Huan was taken aback.

"The next step is to arrest all the remaining sons of God, and don't miss any of them," Wen Rensheng said.

"Well, I'm sure I won't let this cunning guy get away again!"

Xiao Huan assured him.

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Xiao Huan's guarantee is of course weak.

She arrested more than 10,000 people, but after testing these 10,000 people, no extra souls were found.

"Strange, who did he hide his soul in?" She was puzzled.

"Uh, why don't you ask Aihandeb about this?" Wen Rensheng also felt a little troubled.

This time the opponent, although weak enough, was cunning enough and ruthless enough, he was indeed from the East Island, and he didn't take his own life seriously.

"Oh, I'll just ask him." Xiao Huan didn't have the option to be embarrassed.

After a while, she suddenly said: "Old Ai said that the other party hid his soul in another world. If we want to catch him, we must go there ourselves."

"Uh, is it another new world? Then how do we get there?" Wenren became interested. The two new worlds have brought him great benefits.

"Old Ai said that he can take us there."

"Why is he so active?" Wen Rensheng suddenly became suspicious, this old thing is not easy to talk to.

"He said he wanted to watch some new drama, and it was a bit boring to watch us go around the earth all the time."

"Oh, this old mallet, does he really think of himself as an audience in front of the TV? It never thought that watching TV would be scary." Wen Rensheng snorted coldly.

Who wants to act for others?

Maybe someone would, but definitely not him.

"Uh, I want to go and play." Xiao Huan doesn't care about acting for others.

"Well, let me think about it, let's send the puppet people over."

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"Name: Wen Rensheng."

"Occupation: War / Law / Shepherd."

"Strength: 25."

"Agility: 25."

"Physique: 25."

"Wisdom: 25."

"Intelligence: 25."

"Charisma: 25."

When Wen Rensheng's puppet appeared in a Western fantasy world, a game panel appeared in front of his eyes, showing his attributes.

At a glance, he understood: Isn't this the property panel of Baldur's Gate?

Look at the tall and pointed towers and stone houses around. Isn't this a typical Western-style building?

Could it be that he came to the world of Baldur's Gate?

Speaking of which, was this world created by those catastrophes, or was it derived by itself?

Just as he was thinking, a Western man in a cloak walked up to him. He looked a bit old, not tall, and he exuded an air of not doing business properly.

"Hey, buddy, it's your first time to come to Askatera, right? I can tell you everything and everything here with just one gold coin!" the man said exaggeratedly.

"Really? Here you are." Wen Rensheng turned his palms, and a gold coin appeared in his palm.

The man immediately wanted to take it, but his move failed.

"Tell me what you know first." Wen Rensheng said flatly.

"Your agility must be very high, because no one can avoid Kencent's hand." The man was a little surprised, and then told Wen Rensheng about Askatla's situation.

Through this kencent, Wen Rensheng knew that this place was similar to the background of the game: Askatra, the capital of Amn, was also a free port, a city of gold coins, advocating commerce, and a land of merchants.

Wen Rensheng was even more certain that there was a disaster that extracted the game Baldur's Gate from the earth and really made it into a world.

It’s just that countless bugs can be ignored in the game world, because it can be made up by the players’ brains, but in the real world, if there are bugs, it will collapse in minutes. Referring to the first generation biosphere built by humans, it is because a few small things are not considered, which leads to biological cycles. Crashes and is not perfected until later.

"I want to find someone's soul, do you know where I can find it?" Wen Rensheng asked suddenly.

"Of course, as long as you have enough gold coins, you can have as many souls as you want."

"I want to find a specific soul." Wen Rensheng continued.

"That's also very simple, as long as you say his name and his appearance, it will be fine." Kensent affirmed.

Wen Rensheng suddenly smiled, and said, "I think you must be a liar."

"Why do you say that?" Kensent wondered.

"Because people who can do this do not exist in the world of Faerun. Even if it is the god of death who collects the soul and distributes it to the gods, there will still be demons to steal the soul." Wen Rensheng said lightly.

"It seems that you are not an ordinary person, that's right, how can someone who can save gold coins from the incarnation of God be ordinary?" Kencent smiled.

Then in Wen Rensheng's eyes, a trace of smoke flashed over the head of the cloaked man, and then a leopard's head appeared.

Sure enough, he is not a serious person.

The chapter in the afternoon will be later and will be published in the evening