Rules-based ghost talk game

Early the next morning, Chen An got up early to prepare for the "black market trip" in the evening.

After eating the breakfast maliciously prepared by Xue Yue'er, well, it's worth mentioning...her skills in cutting bread are quite good...Chen An complained, at least it won't waste food.

Later, Chen An explained the evening's itinerary to the three women and told them to pay attention to the messages on their mobile phones.

Although the three girls cannot go with them, if something unexpected happens, they can still be contacted by mobile phone.

...

In the morning, Chen An continued to learn knowledge about "the spiritual world, spirituality, and inspiration" with Miao Luoying.

And I know that "spirituality" is the root of mastering strange power and the key factor in suppressing madness.

Therefore, for a mutant, you must never let your spirituality become dangerously poor. Once this happens, you will be on the verge of losing control!

"This also means that the battle of mutants is different from that of cultivators..." Chen An joked in his heart: "We can't drain our spirituality at all. No, this thing is fundamentally different.

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In the afternoon, Chen An practiced proficiency in the "Scare Box", "Clown Mask" and "Sealed Artifact 131 - Emotional Pocket" in the backyard for a long time.

Chen An was half-leaning on the door frame of the backyard. The three-color oil paint on his face, yellow, red, and white, became weird and distorted during the superimposition and interaction.

He covered his temples and breathed a little unnaturally.

"After firing the dagger three times in a row... the intensity of the random emotions generated by the side effects increased significantly... reaching the limit that the clown mask can suppress..." Chen An felt the touch in his mind like a worm crawling,

It felt like I was back in the Dalin Mountains, surrounded by the shadows of coldness, warmth, sobriety, fear, and turbidity.

The corners of his mouth subconsciously raised, but his brows were full of sadness, and then his eyes widened with anger, and the next moment he felt sad again.

...

"Ten minutes..." Chen An leaned on the bed, and it took him a full ten minutes to relieve himself. The emotions connected with these emotions seemed to trigger a riot of the "Joker" essence in his body.

"Fortunately, I gained a lot."

Chen An took a breath, his forehead was covered with sweat caused by his emotional distortion. He stretched out a hand to cover the dazzling light, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"According to my current level of absorption and spirituality...the clown mask can last for a total of ten minutes. This ability does not consume much...the scare box can be used almost five times in a row. Well...this is almost my current limit.

Already."

Chen An murmured, grabbed the two little rabbits from the bedside, and looked at them one by one.

"You will protect me, right?" Chen An blinked and looked at the puppet bodies of the two rabbits.

"However, I can't use you until the critical moment." Chen An said silently: "This world is more terrifying than I imagined. I need some trump cards. Well, you follow my command and try not to show it to outsiders.

ability."

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In the evening, Brother Scar put on a brown trench coat with a high collar and a black rake hat. He walked towards the door, pressing the brim of the hat before going out, hiding his face in the shadow of the brown trench coat.

"Brother Scar, when will dinner be ready?"

Behind, Wang Ziyan, wearing cotton slippers and bare legs, was holding down her long-sleeved pajamas, rubbing her sleepy eyes, yawning, and asked.

"There's no need to prepare, I'll be back very late." Brother Scar said in a low voice. His eyes were a little solemn. He had just received information that there would be an action by the Shadow Society tonight. Although he didn't know the specific content, he needed to pay attention.

Wang Ziyan looked at Brother Scar's leaving figure, her beautiful eyes twinkling slightly.

She took a breath and walked slowly upstairs.

On the second floor, Wang Ziyan looked at the direction Brother Scar was leaving. She recalled the news that Brother Scar had just received...

"It seems that I have to deal with the affairs of the secret organization." Wang Ziyan walked into the bathroom, washed her face, looked at her delicate face, and pursed her pink lips slightly.

Then, she took a deep breath, went to the dressing room, and put on dark green, heavy clothes like a military coat.

Then she rolled up a beige scarf around her neck, and looked in the mirror seriously, circling it around and around.

After a while, he looked at himself in the mirror. Half of his face was covered by a thick hood, and his mouth was surrounded by a towel. Only his downcast eyes, slightly raised nose, and quite a bit of hair were revealed.

Nice upper lip.

She felt a little short of breath and her hands were slightly sweaty.

Immediately afterwards, she ran to the second-floor window and looked outside. After confirming that Brother Scar had left, she quietly walked downstairs, stuffed her feet into her brown boots, stretched out her arms with some difficulty, and pulled away

The door.

"Go and see... nothing should happen." Wang Ziyan pursed her lips. She touched the five story fragments in her pocket and kept comforting herself.

She quietly walked to the backyard and pulled out the golden "invitation" with black lines from among the debris.

In her mind, Wang Ziyan felt her heart pounding as she recalled Amy's terrifying appearance last night.

What a weird ability that was...even though it was terrifying, it also made her yearn for it.

"There may be cheap weird sources and media for sale on the black market... Well, but how can Amy afford it?" Wang Ziyan clutched the invitation and glanced at the dim sky, feeling stuffy and confused.

"I'm just going to take a look...well, no one will know who I am." Wang Ziyan cheered herself up. She still seemed uneasy, so she took out a black mask from her pocket, one with obvious

Curved, black sunglasses.

With her face covered tightly and her wavy hair covered by a thick hood, Wang Ziyan quietly walked towards the outer city.

...

...

The evening wind is a little cool.

Chen An's Martin boots stepped on the hard stone steps. He looked through the hollow of the plastic clown mask, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the man approaching.

At this moment, Chen An was wearing the newly purchased black coat with a plastic clown mask on his face. Inside the coat and on both sides of his waist, there were Smiling Rabbit and Crying Rabbit puppets.

In the inner pocket of the coat, there is "Sealed Artifact 4-131 'Emotional Pocket'".

In the pocket on the other side, Chen installed some random small items, which were defective items "swept" from Sister Xiaohua.

"Dear Ann, it seems you are ready."

With an old British accent and a slightly gentle voice, Alan Moretti wore a tin mask on his face, with only the blue pupils exposed in the square-shaped gap.

Today, he is still wearing a suit, with slightly curly blond hair on his head.

"I hope everything goes well tonight." Chen An said softly.

Allen's tone was also a bit more solemn: "Dear Ann, this is also my first time to go to the black market."

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Together with Allen, we walked through the winding houses in the outer city and walked towards the West End under the moonlight.

Beside the street, under the tattered towels and among the iron shields, a few dull-eyed outsiders could be seen here and there. Most of them were sallow, thin, and in ragged clothes, leaning there, blowing in the wind, speaking with low, timid expressions.

Strange eyes stared at Chen An and Allen passing by.

"The looks from these people make me uncomfortable." Allen whispered.

Chen An moved his nose. The air in the outer city was very turbid, with a faint sour smell and stench.

"Their lives are even more uncomfortable." Chen An whispered.

After walking for twenty-three minutes, Chen An and Allen stopped in front of a low wooden house.

"It looks like this is it." Allen was a little confused. This room looked like a public toilet, too small.

"Maybe underground." Chen An looked at the oil-stained wooden door. The surrounding darkness was full of dilapidated debris, and under the moonlight, dust rose up.

Suddenly, from the shadows, a man covered in a black cloak walked out.

The man's face wore a completely black oval mask, slightly outlining his facial features. His eyes were brown, and they were the only exposed organ that Chen An could identify.

"Invitation?" The man's voice was slightly muddy, and he could tell that he was a man. He seemed to be around thirty years old.

Chen An and Allen looked at each other and took out the invitations with black and gold stripes in their hands.

The man glanced at the two of them and opened the dirty wooden door.

"Come in." The man took the invitation and whispered.