The Master of the Strange Realm

Jenkins asked, the other person's tone didn't sound like he was on the Difference Engine side.

"I'm no one's prisoner, I just work for this town."

The other person is telling the truth.

"But its power does affect this place, but that doesn't matter at all. It sets some traps for you, which has nothing to do with me."

The bell ringer said, and then brought the topic back to Jenkins' mission:

"During your actions, don't try to disobey the guidance given by the dice, let alone make any loud noises that may disturb the town, otherwise you may never be able to leave. All you need to do is to escape from here, don't do anything unnecessary "

Jenkins heard something was wrong from the other party's words. In the strange situations he had experienced, the host of the strange situations had always encouraged people to take risks to gain rewards. This was the first time he heard this to stop intruders from taking risks. explain.

Maybe it was the rule here, so the bell ringer had to say it, but there was something hazy in Jenkins' mind. It may not be like the puppet theater where a complete beast of disaster is hidden, but it's probably not simple either.

Ms. World Tree and Jenkins talked about the disasters that were not sealed at all, among which the mythical witch and the moon-swallowing civet appeared, the World Tree itself, the end of the disaster in the third era, and the special disaster paradox insect. , and it doesn’t seem like he’s hiding in a place like this.

"What's the most dangerous thing here?"

Jenkins couldn't figure it out, so he asked the bell ringer directly. I thought that even if the other party answered, he would be vague and half-hidden. Unexpectedly, the bell-ringer answered directly:

"There are many dangerous things in this world. I know what you are worried about. That machine did throw in some tricky things, but the dangers in this town are no worse than those tricky things. I have said it once Now, you shouldn’t ask what’s going on in the town, just know that things you don’t need to know about are none of your business.”

The "troublesome thing" should refer to the power of the disaster beast, and the real danger is the hidden power of the town.

"What's the tricky thing?"

Jenkins asked directly, and the latter answered honestly:

"A worm lives in the blood."

"Scarlet ephemera?"

Jenkins was shocked. He didn't expect that this thing actually appeared. But after thinking about it, he was surprised again:

"You said the things in this town are scarier than some of the power of the Scarlet Mayfly?"

Chapter 2131 The Unwelcome Stranger

"The red bug is incomplete, but the danger here is."

Hearing Jenkins' surprise, the bell ringer replied again that he was really kinder than any normal host of the mystery that Jenkins had encountered.

And although what the bell ringer said was not particularly clear, Jenkins understood it. The beast of disaster may be the most terrifying monster, but after all, it is not the scarlet ephemera that ran here directly from the seal of the red moon. The danger existing in this strange environment is greater than the power of some scarlet mayflies.

"What exactly is here? The descendants of the beast of disaster? Or other weird evil things? Or some kind of unknown weird thing?"

Jenkins has also encountered those terrible things. The material world and even the void are by no means as safe as ordinary people think. Monsters, known and unknown, present and past, will never be lacking in any era.

The Disaster Beast is indeed the most terrifying, but the power of some Disaster Beasts may not be as troublesome as other monsters.

"I probably understand."

Jenkins nodded again as a sign of accepting the task:

"I just want to leave here. I have no interest in the truth of the town. I don't want to destroy the tranquility here. I am just a passerby."

"It's best this way, Savior, I can give you some hints."

"hint?"

"Yes."

The bell ringer slowly leaned back against the wall of the bell tower:

"First of all, although there is no clear time limit for staying here, the sooner you leave, the better. This is not a good place. I can't guarantee what will happen to the town over time. Second, the residents here treat you like this." Strangers are very unfriendly, and the town hates strangers, so don't take anyone's word for it, and don't do anything more than help them to get dice."

Although Jenkins didn't understand, he still thanked the bell ringer for the reminder. He held the dice and looked around, trying to find one of the five ways to start:

"Let me confirm, as soon as I leave the town, I can see the exit door, right?"

"You can see it if you get close to the edge of town."

"Okay then, I will keep quiet and not do anything unnecessary."

So he threw the dice in his hand, and the dice fell to the ground, showing the number fifteen.

"Good luck. Then, I'll go this way."

He said goodbye to the bell ringer under the tower and chose the path he took when he appeared in this strange situation, and the dice that was thrown turned into blood and merged into the street. The blood spread forward fifteen large stone slabs, and Jenkins raised his leg to move forward. At this moment, it seemed that Jenkins' raising his leg triggered something. It was obvious that the dilapidated street was still in front of him, but the gas in the air There seems to be a subtle change in density. By the light of the moss on the ground and stains on the wall, Jenkins saw some shadowy things wandering in the empty streets. It's not dense, and if you don't look carefully, you can't even see it with the naked eye.

This is not something like an undead, but more like a shadow, completely untouchable.

"It has nothing to do with me."

He muttered quietly, and instead of studying them, he stepped on the large stone slabs under his feet and moved forward. When he stopped, there was a door on the left.

This was a low-rise building. The windows of the stone building were blocked with wooden bars, paste, paper and some gravel. There were some dry corn cobs and bones hanging on the window sills, but they were definitely not human bones. When Jenkins stopped, the faint light of the candle immediately spilled out from the gap in the window.

The person inside the door realized that someone had appeared in front of his door.

Out of courtesy, Jenkins did not peek into the house through the gap in the window, but knocked very lightly on the door that looked like it would fall down if pushed. His idea was to test the reaction inside, but he didn't expect the door to be opened directly. A gap, an old woman with a dirty brown headscarf on her head stuck her head out.

Her face was full of ravines, and her eyes were narrowed as if there was only a gap left. Because only the head was stretched out, the body shape could not be seen, but the height of the other person's head was higher than the top of Jenkins' head. If she hadn't stepped on a stool, or the floor in the room was much higher than the street, the old woman's height would definitely be over two meters.

"I wonder if the townspeople can speak a common language."

Jenkins thought to himself, and was about to chat with the old woman, but he didn't expect that she would start cursing in pure Elvish:

"Despicable stranger!"

Then she slammed the door in front of Jenkins.

"This time it's [Stranger]."

He thought to himself and subconsciously took two steps back. He was not scared, but worried that the door would collapse and hit him under the old woman's great force.

The door didn't collapse, but the dust stirred up still made Jenkins dare to approach for a long time. This was the first time he stopped after throwing the dice, and he didn't want to waste the opportunity to ask for the dice.

So he thought about it, took out the [Seed of Blasphemy] from his pocket, and stuffed it in through the crack of the door. This is easy to do, the gap under the door is even big enough for a rat and a little chocolate to get in.

Only half of the sin coin was put into the door, but after Jenkins let go, it was immediately pulled in by the person inside the door. Jenkins straightened up and waited for a while, and the door really opened again.

The most appreciated point of Jenkins about the rules of the strange world is that anyone who gets the sin coin must accept the transaction, and there is no bad situation of taking the money and doing nothing.

But in this way, Jenkins only has one sin coin left [Time Gem], which represents time and was obtained from Black Town. It is his last sin coin at present.

"What do you want to do?"

The old woman stretched out her head again, and her tone was still full of vigilance. She probably hasn't washed her hair for a long time. Although she was wearing a headscarf, the heavy smell of hair oil on her gray and white hair could still be smelled.

Although he wanted to vomit, Jenkins still leaned in to talk.

"Do you have something for me to do? I want this kind of dice."

Jenkins shook the small cloth bag.

"Let me draw your blood, and I can give you dice."

"Oh, no, that won't do. And you took my money, is that all you ask for?"

Jenkins didn't want to give his blood to the existence in the strange world, which was a crazy and stupid act.

"Yes, I took your money."

She looked at Jenkins with disgust, but she didn't slam the door this time:

"You inject this into your body, and then tell me what you see. If you can answer, plus the money you just gave, I can give you 12 dice."

As he spoke, a rusty brass syringe longer than a palm appeared on the ground in the crack of the door. The metal needle was the only part that was not rusted. This should be kicked out by the old woman from the door, and she was avoiding contact with Jenkins.

Chapter 2132 Magic Potion in the Town

Jenkins bent down to pick up the syringe. Because the metal tube was opaque, he couldn't see what liquid was inside.

But after trying to shake it, a reddish-brown liquid actually seeped out from the connection of the rusty metal piston of the syringe, and he even saw flocs like blood sesame. Even if it was just tomato juice, the juice must be bad.

He sniffed it gently and smelled the smell of blood, but it was not pure.

"What is this?"

He asked again.

"You just need to tell me whether you will do it or not."

The old woman said.

"But I gave you money."

Jenkins emphasized, and then he saw an annoyed expression on the old woman's face, but fortunately Jenkins's crime money was still very useful:

"This is blood."

"What's blood? It's not yours, is it?"

"Of course not, stranger, you'd better not ask so much."

The old woman's expression was a little cunning, as if she was expecting Jenkins to spend money to find out more information, but Jenkins had no such intention.

The bell ringer also said not to ask too many things, but the bell ringer was mostly kind, and the old woman was definitely more malicious. Jenkins promised the bell ringer not to ask too much about the truth of the town, but this did not mean that he would be stupid enough to inject something he didn't know.

"What blood is this?"

"I can't tell you unless you pay more. But I can tell you what's in the blood. It's the echo, it's the mark, it's the residue of the soul. This blood is the precious material that flows into us from the outside world. , allowing the people in the town to see the outside world and absorb the 'nutrition' in the blood, and never remain calm. I ask one last time, do you want an injection? If not, I will close the door."

"Then I'll give it a try."

Even though he knew that the contents of the metal syringe had a black aura, Jenkins rolled up his left sleeve, inserted the needle into his arm, pushed the piston and used pressure to inject the contents into his body. (Note)

He didn't use much force, but the piston was pushed all the way, allowing all the liquid in the needle to enter Jenkins' arm.

Pulling out the needle, centering on the small hole in the arm, the blood vessels bulged as if they were about to burst from under the skin. Jenkins felt an extremely cold feeling spread from that part of his arm to his whole body. The first change brought about by this was that Jenkins' spirit actually increased:

"Is there such a good thing?"

Then the numbness spread to the whole body, and Jenkins' expression froze, but soon the green breath drove away the physical discomfort, and an illusion finally appeared in front of his eyes.

It wasn't that his vision had completely changed. He could still see the dilapidated house in front of him and the old woman with a malicious look on her face who poked her head out from the crack in the door. The illusion was superimposed on reality. Jenkins saw a woman, a middle-aged woman walking hurriedly on the street with a bag of bread.

Judging from the surrounding scenery, this is probably the present time of the material world. The woman is holding a piece of bread in her left hand and holding a little girl in her right hand. The girl's clothes were also a little shabby, and there were even two floral patches on her waist. But at least the clothes were clean and the girl looked energetic.

"I want some candy."

The girl raised her head and said to the woman.

"No, my family has no money."

The middle-aged woman replied sternly, and the former girl's hand left the candy store window.

The girl lowered her head and stopped talking, but Jenkins could clearly see a blood-red enchantment lingering in her heart. Then, that touch of blood drowned the illusion in front of him.

The illusion collapsed, and normalcy returned before Jenkins' eyes.

"What do you see?"

The old woman asked expectantly. Jenkins looked at her suspiciously, and then described what he saw. The old woman's mouth cracked:

"Wonderful! Wonderful! This blood is so wonderful!"

She said, kicking the twelve dice to the crack of the door. Of course, it was impossible for all the dice to stop on the ground at the crack of the door by such a coincidence. A few bounced down the threshold and landed in the mud in front of the door.

"What's exciting?"

Jenkins asked instead of immediately picking up the dice.

"The little girl who still doesn't understand the world, because she doesn't know the hard work of her family, is resentful that she can't get what she wants, and finally brews this sweet blood brew. Is there anything more exciting than this?"

There was finally joy in the old woman's tone.

"Maybe she didn't do anything in the end."

"No, she must have done it, otherwise the blood wouldn't have ended up here."

The old woman slammed the door in excitement. Jenkins looked at the door panel quietly for a while before saying:

"This deception is really disgusting."

Then he bent down and honestly started picking up the dice.

Although Jenkins was dissatisfied with what just happened, he must also admit that if this routine continues, it will be easy to get out of this strange situation.