Rules-based ghost talk game

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Soft Capital, City Lord's Mansion.

This is the tallest building in the entire inner city, like a ten-story tower.

The outer wall of the tower is made of orange-yellow bricks with traces of time.

At this moment, in an elegant and luxurious office on the middle floor of the tower, an elderly man was sitting there.

His hair is gray and hempy, long on the top of his head, tied into a bun with a brush, and some excess hair is hanging down.

He was sitting on a leather chair and writing something with a quill pen.

Suddenly, there was a sound of pushing the door open, and the man slowly turned his head and half-leaned to look at the door.

I saw a man wearing a hood, a brown uniform, and half a mask with silver and gold patterns on his face, walking slowly.

"Long time no see, City Lord Gu." Chen Quan said in a low and hoarse voice.

Gu Suo's face was thin and beardless, but it was covered with low wrinkles. His eyes were a little cloudy. He was wearing a brown uniform with golden badges embedded on his chest.

Below, there are loose brown linen trousers, revealing skinny feet covered with age spots, with a pair of worn-out, pale white flip-flops underneath.

Gu Suo's voice was old but soft: "I haven't seen you for a long time, Quan."

The half of Chen Quan's exposed lips was a smile.

He walked aside on his own, pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at Gu Suo with quiet eyes.

"Do me a favor, a small favor." He said.

Gu Suo slowly inserted the quill pen in his hand into the pen holder, took off the tiny glasses on the bridge of his nose, and turned to look at Chen Quan.

"Quan, that's up to you."

Chen Quan nodded and said: "Pluck Hua Gu's strings and let her suffer a small loss."

Hearing this, Gu Suo said in an old and gentle voice: "Quan, I just felt the breath of the rules. You seem to have used the ability of [Black Lawyer] many times in Soft City recently.

What plot are you... planning?"

Chen Quan was silent for a moment and said, "For you, the people from the Shadow Society have given me a lot of resistance."

When Gu Suo heard this, his old face was still calm, and his voice was still soft: "Is that so?"

When Chen Quan saw this, he shrugged: "Probably, anyway, as you know, the Self Sect and the Shadow Society are both lunatics, and they don't want you to become a bishop so smoothly."

Gu Suo nodded slowly and said, "Then, what does it have to do with Hua Gu?"

The corners of Chen Quan's mouth raised slightly: "Don't forget our agreement, City Lord Gu."

When Gu Suo heard this, his dry eyes closed slightly. Then, he stretched out his hands as thin as old tree bark, placed them on the upper right and lower left of his chest, and grasped slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of spiritual fluctuations emerged from its chest. Between the distortion and blur of the air, a harp nearly one meter high, shining with bright metal light and covered with exquisite accessories, floated. On Gu Suo's chest.

He sat there, supporting the harp with his legs, and the illusory and real pale white strings rippled slightly.

The gray-white fingertips pressed on a certain string. As the fingertips pressed down, they were immediately released, and the strings bounced slightly, making silent fluctuations.

"That's it."

The harp disappeared, and Gu Suo's voice was old and soft.

Chen Quan nodded and said, "Thank you."

Then, he turned around and left.

"Quan, the deacon of the Night Palace was briefly changed by you, and I felt that his fate had fluctuated.

Whatever you want to do, don't mess with the church in the capital city."

Gu Suo's voice came from behind Chen Quan.

Chen Quan waved his hand: "The people of the Bewo sect are all a bunch of lunatics."

Gu Suo stared at Chen Quan's leaving figure with calm eyes, and after a long time, he sighed slightly.

He turned around, continued to pick up the quill, and continued to write on the paper. It was a piece of yellowed paper covered with strange light red spots.

[The great, most ancient nurturing force of the world, the master of tranquility and destiny, the leader of human civilization, and the supreme father.

I will be promoted to bishop within a month and continue to carry out your will. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to regenerate my old and aged body.

Your loyal servant, I pray for your kindness and mercy, I pray for your blessing, and may everything go well for me.】

Finished writing this last sentence.

He supported the table and stood up with difficulty.

Then, he placed the paper on the candlestick at the corner of the table and lit it.

Then, he pinched the paper and flicked it towards the center of the room.

The burning paper seemed to be stagnant in mid-air.

As it burned, the gray-black smoke did not spread, but disappeared directly.

In the end, no trace of the letter was left.

Only Gu Suo's cloudy eyes were left, looking at the sky outside the window.

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"Then, where is this grand-looking hall?" Chen An took a deep breath and asked in confusion.

He and Brother Scar walked towards the stall covered with a black cloth roof.

"It's the Ruandu Memorial Hall, a place to commemorate the successive city lords, deputy city lords, and law enforcers of Ruandu." Brother Scar glanced at the main hall: "Unfortunately, the city lord was transferred away before he finished building it. Later, Ruandu

They are gradually declining, and the city lords of the city lord's mansion are getting worse from generation to generation. Now, there is only one city lord and one law enforcement officer left in the city lord's mansion. Oh yes, the law enforcement officer is the person sent by the capital to supervise the city lord.

The current city lord is old and probably has no hope of being promoted to bishop in his lifetime, otherwise he would not be sent here.

He is like the current soft city, declining and old. Maybe in a few years, they will reach the same ending together."

"Actually, I've always been curious. We are all ordinary people, so why are they rich and powerful?" Chen An scratched his head. He and Brother Scar had already arrived in front of the shop.

The small shop was covered with a purple tablecloth, and there were some strange things placed on it. There were no lights inside, and there were scattered objects on the broken wooden shelves.

In the center, there is a short figure wearing a purple cloak, covering her head and gray dry hair, with her head lowered, and her appearance cannot be seen... Judging from the length of her hair, she is probably a woman.

"Wherever there are people, rights are born. The capital city has a history of seven to eight hundred years, and it also has its own promotion process. It is all the efforts of generations of players in a family." Brother Scar shook his head, as if he didn't want to go any further.

Talk about this topic.

He said to the woman in the purple cloak: "Sister Hua, this is Brother An, please don't kill me."

"Sister Hua?" Chen An was slightly startled.

Sister Hua, isn’t she the eldest sister of the slums? How did she become this inner-city person who sells sealed items?

Brother Scar seemed to be aware of Chen An's doubts, and he said: "This is Sister Xiaohua, and the one from the outer city is Sister Dahua. Both of their names have the word "花" in their names. The elder sister from the outer city belongs to this Sister Xiaohua.

cousin."

"It's a bit confusing." Chen An scratched his head.

At this time, Sister Xiaohua's sharp voice came.

He raised his head, revealing a face that looked like an old witch, but looking at the material, Chen An could tell it was a mask.

Well, 80% of the hair is also a wig.

"Don't mention her! She doesn't deserve it!" Sister Xiaohua said sharply: "Old Scar, how many times have I told you, don't mention that cowardly female animal!"

Brother Scar raised his hand: "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you. Let's introduce the sealed artifact to Brother An first."

Sister Xiaohua snorted angrily, and looked at Chen An under the witch mask.

"Which price do you want? There are five hundred, seven hundred, one thousand! Two thousand!" she said angrily.

Chen An blinked his eyes.

How many story points do you have left?

After recalling it, there was 1,400 left in the bank, and I had 500 on hand.

Touching the cowhide bag on his waist, Chen An felt so poor.

I don’t know who spent the money on recent meals.

"What's the difference between these prices?" Chen An asked.

I don't have much money in my pocket, I have to live my life, I have to buy sealed items, and I have to budget my money carefully.

"The difference lies in my mood."

Sister Xiaohua said sharply.

Chen An: "..."

Then, he looked at Brother Scar with a grimace.

Brother Scar smiled and said: "Sister Xiaohua, stop joking, Brother An is mine."

Sister Xiaohua's tone became weird: "You old thing...when have you ever accepted someone? Are you planning to accept him, or have you already accepted him?"

When Chen An heard this, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and he looked at Brother Scar with vigilance in his eyes.

He can't really be gay, don't...

Brother Scar shook his head calmly: "I haven't told him yet."

Chen An became even more nervous... Was he afraid of scaring himself, so he took his time?

Damn, I thought he took a fancy to my talent, but I didn't expect that he took a fancy to my...

Chen An swallowed, and he seemed to be having a strong hesitation and struggle in his heart.

After a while, he looked at Brother Scar, frowned and said:

"Brother Scar, if... if... you are willing to give me a sealed item of the highest price, I... I can consider it..."

Come on, at worst, I'll just run away. How can he be so strong for such a trivial thing? Looking at the price of the sealed items, the highest price is enough to take a risk.

At worst, let Miao Luoying do some divination first, and then let Ding Ping make preparations. The Crying Rabbit and Smiling Rabbit are also capable of fighting.

Yinqiaoxian Nannizi also has a pair of scissors, which are probably also sealed items.

Under Brother Scar's messy seaweed-like hair, his eyes moved slightly.

He seemed a little confused. He didn't seem to tell Chen An about that, right?

"The highest price... is not impossible, but... although sealed objects are divided into levels, the one that suits you best is the best." Brother Scar nodded.

If you can use a sealed artifact to trick this kid, it's worth it.

Chen An nodded stiffly.

I saw Sister Xiaohua turning around, groping between the broken wooden frames, and squatting down again.

After a while, she pushed aside the strange and messy things on the table, made room for them, and carefully placed those things on them.

"These are the only ones, pick your own." Sister Xiaohua said.

Chen An looked at the four objects on the table and couldn't help being slightly stunned.

"Aren't you all of these?" Chen An asked, pointing to the shelves under the table.

Sister Xiaohua sneered and raised her fingers: "Silly boy, those are all deceptions for amateurs. They have some weird abilities and are incomplete. They are all tattered sealed objects. No, they can't be called sealed objects at all. They are just magic tricks at most.

Props.”

Brother Scar also said at this moment: "Sealed objects are not easy to come by. Those that evolve naturally are too dangerous and difficult for mutants to control. Most of them have been destroyed on the spot, otherwise they will be a source of disaster.

A mutant who loses control and dies will analyze strange substances in his body, which is a mixture of medium and strange source material, which is unstable and dangerous.

Only experienced craftsmen can make them into sealed objects at a high price.

It can be called a sealed object, and every one that has been preserved to this day is very precious. The lowest-level ones starting with 5-x correspond to the grotesque level, and the market price is more than one thousand story coins, and the 4-x ones reach three thousand.

Above, 3-x is about 10,000 to 15,000, and 2-x is more than 100,000, and there is no market for it."

Listening to Brother Scar's description, Chen An felt more and more that if he lost his body, he would just lose it?

No, no, Chen An swallowed, how could I have such dangerous thoughts.

I really subconsciously wanted to play the "clown" and got insane.

Afterwards, Sister Xiaohua began to introduce these four sealed objects to Chen An.

The one on the far left is a sharp dagger, about 13cm long. The blade of the dagger is sharp and there are undercut-shaped blood grooves on the back of the knife.

"Sealed Artifact 5-108, named 'Dagger of Taunt', was derived from the death of a grotesque-level [prisoner] on the path of the [Sin Demon]."