Super Dimensional Wizard

While Snaffa was still thinking about what Sanders meant, the woman in the bar finally responded.

"There are indeed rules, but it's hard to tell whether you are a guest or not."

The beautiful voice made Sanders feel dazed for a moment. But soon, he adjusted it back, and then stretched out his fingers to rub it gently, and saw a little bit of fine dust leaking out of his fingertips.

As soon as the dust fell, it was blown to the distant cliff by a gust of wind.

The cliff is still far away from the cemetery. If someone is on the edge of the cliff at this time, they can see a graceful figure slowly appearing here. She picks up the sand that flowed out from Sanders before. The dust was wrapped in the palm of her hand.

"The quality is pretty good. It seems to be from Jiao Zhilin on the sixth floor. Heh, he's quite brave." She muttered in a low voice and threw the dust down the cliff.

Under the cliff is the boundless sea.

The sea water was calm and waveless, but when the sand and dust fell, it made low, gentle waves.

Looking at the tiny wolf head, the woman's eyes flashed with nostalgia, and she softly hummed a ditty.

The melody sounds gentle and affectionate at first, but after careful exploration, you will find that there is still a touch of sadness in the bright melody, which cannot be eliminated or forgotten.

The leisurely tune of the minor tune not only soothed the spray of the waves, but also spread to the cemetery.

"Hey, is that woman humming? It's just from the place where I heard it, why doesn't it seem like she's not in the bar anymore?" Madeleine frowned.

"More than this humming, what makes me more curious is what Mr. Huan Mo said before. Also, what does the qualifications that the man in the bar meant?" Wifet's eyes flickered.

"The most important thing is that Sir Huan Mo seems to have come to this resting place on his own initiative." Brufen also expressed his doubts.

It should be certain that Sanders is here to save Angel. But if you want to save Angel, you can actually cooperate with them inside and outside. There is no need to enter the resting place.

Obviously, Sanders not only wants to save Angel, he also has his own demands.

Listening to their previous conversation, it seems that "business" and "guests" were mentioned. What did Sanders take the initiative to come to the resting place to trade?

Today, most people have doubts in their hearts. But there are only a few people who really listen to minor tunes. On the contrary, the army of bones and the grave knights listened to the humming attentively, and even slowly returned to the ground along with the humming.

The bones burrowed into the ground and continued to sleep.

The grave knight returns to the coffin, closes it and rests.

When the humming came to an end, the entire cemetery returned to the silence and emptiness it had when they entered at the beginning. Only the gravel and a large number of ground cracks in that area proved that a fierce battle took place here not long ago.

Although the humming has stopped, the aftertaste is still echoing in the cemetery.

When everything returned to silence, the woman on the cliff took one last deep look at the calm sea, and then her figure gradually disappeared.

At the same time, everyone heard the sound coming from the bar again.

"The deal is done, come in." This time, the voice was less frivolous and more dejected.

Sanders knocked his hat on his chest and gave a slight salute. Then, he stepped into the bar.

The wall of light that blocked Sinaifa before did not appear this time.

Snaffa hesitated for a moment and wanted to follow him into it, but found that Sanders could go in, but she was still blocked by the light wall.

Snaffa's expression turned dark instantly, snorted coldly, and returned to Doji Bill's back.

As soon as she returned to the door of the Frost Church, she heard Brufen whispering to himself: "The deal is done? When did Sir Phantom make a deal with her?"

"It should be the sand dust from before." Snaffa was standing behind Sanders at that time, so she could clearly see the sand dust flowing out of his fingertips.

Dust? The thing you trade with the woman at the bar is sand dust?

Seeing that everyone was still confused, Snaffa snorted coldly: "When Sanders comes out later, everything will be answered naturally."

The lights in the bar were dim, and no one outside knew what was going on inside.

I could only smell it occasionally, and the faint aroma of wine wafted out from it, which made Snaffa, who was greedy for wine, unable to meditate.

After about ten minutes, the cloth fence of the bar was lifted, and Sanders, who put on his hat again, pushed open the door and walked out.

After Sanders left the bar, he turned to the door and bowed slightly: "Thank you for the hospitality."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the floor came from the bar.

Everyone seemed to have thought of something and immediately looked over.

But she saw a pair of slender white legs and exquisite red high heels, exposed under the cloth. Immediately afterwards, a hand with nails painted with khaodan stretched out the cloth and slowly lifted it up——

The face of the woman leaning against the door of the bar was reflected in everyone's pupils at the same time.

Because her voice is so amazing, they also have expectations for her appearance. But after actually seeing her, I realized that she was not actually beautiful.

Big wavy hair, slender eyes, slightly thick lips, and a small bright red mole on the edge of the lip.

It's not a stunning beauty. It seems a bit ordinary at first glance, but after looking at it for a long time, you can feel a strange and alluring charm.

This kind of charm is reflected not from the face, but from other details.

For example, the graceful figure, the bright red skirt and messy hair fluttering in the wind, and the apparently casual but enchanting posture when leaning against the door rail.

Even the long-handled pipe lying horizontally in her palm was full of charm while puffing away the smoke.

Not beautiful, but extremely charming.

"I once heard that Balalaika is a more charming existence than a succubus, and now it seems that it is indeed the case." Sanders praised softly.

The woman known as Balalaika smiled faintly: "I accept your compliment, but the praise is useless. Next time we meet, the transaction must still follow the rules."

Sanders: "Naturally."

"What is the deal you are talking about?" At this time, Snaffa's cold voice suddenly intervened.

Sanders glanced at Snaffa and did not answer.

Balalaika took a deep breath from his pipe and exhaled thin white smoke, his face looming in the smoke: "As a person who respects rules, I will not reveal what the guest's deal is."

After speaking righteously, the conversation changed: "Of course, if you are trading with me and want to ask about the contents of his transaction, I can also tell you."

Sanders' expression remained cold, unchanged at all.

However, Sinaifa continued to ask: "It seems that the transaction with you is trading information?"

Balalaika just smiled and said nothing. Whatever the transaction is, it all depends on what the other party needs.

"If I want to make a deal with you, what will I have to pay?" Snaffa continued to ask.

"Resurrection Sand."

Resurrection sand? Snaffa was stunned. She had never heard of the material of resurrecting sand. Could it be the sand dust thrown by Sanders before? So, why did this woman named Balalaika trade with Sanders?

"If you don't have the Resurrection Sand, but you have something that I'm interested in, I can still trade with you." Perhaps because of the previous transaction with Sanders, Balalaika was much more pleased with this group of humans.

"Something you're interested in? Like?"

A gleam of light flashed in Balalaika's eyes, and Snaffa suddenly felt a chill all over her body, as if someone had looked at her from beginning to end, and even the things hidden in her private space were clearly visible.

Snaffa raised her head and looked at Balalaika warily: "What did you do?"

Balalaika clicked her tongue twice: "Didn't you show me the things I'm interested in? It's a pity that although there are two things on you that I'm interested in, judging from the ownership of the marks, they are not your."

Suspense flashed across Sinaifa's eyes. She did have two of the most precious items on her body, but those two items were temporarily placed with her by Lord Mengqi.

Balalaika shook her head regretfully, and suddenly, her eyes looked behind her through Snaffa.

Angel's figure fell into Balalaika's eyes.

Balalaika suddenly smiled, stretched out his slender finger and pointed at Angel: "There is something in you that I am very interested in. Are you willing to trade with me?"

Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on Angel.

A hint of darkness flashed in Sanders' eyes: "Does he have what you need?"

Balalaika raised an eyebrow: "Yes, there are more than one."

More than one? ! Snaifa couldn't help but look at Angel. It might be understandable that the two items belonging to Lord Monchi on her would arouse Balalaika's interest. But as for Angel...is there anything comparable to him?

"For example?" Sanders' voice suddenly turned cold.

"His right hand is very good." Balalaika said this with a hint of inexplicable meaning.

For a moment, all eyes were on Angel's right hand.

Although there was an illusion to cover it up, if those present looked carefully, they could still notice something strange about Angel's right hand.

It is a circle larger than the left hand, and there are light green lines floating on it.

Looking carefully, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it. However, since Balalaika has been named, there must be something fishy.

Snaifa remembered that Brufen had said she wanted to study Angel's right hand before, and she had ridiculed her at that time. Now it seemed that there was something fishy about Angel's right hand?

Brufen showed a look of regret. His previous attempt to take a sample for investigation failed, but now that Sanders has appeared, he wants to study Angel's right hand again, which will probably be difficult.

Sanders, standing in the cemetery, was actually surprised.

Obviously a year ago, Angel only had changes in his right palm, but now his right forearm has also changed?

Could it be that Angel saw the person in the nightmare world again during this period?

Could this be the reason why Angel came to the abyss specifically to look for him?

When Sanders was confused, Balalaika added: "Besides, I'm also very interested in the thing on his chest..."