Willy Xiao looked at the things in front of him, his eyes shining. Three plus three bids was a garbage dump that stretched as far as the eye could see - he didn't expect it. The carriage fell into one of tens of thousands of large pits halfway through, bringing them into close contact with all kinds of mucus, peels, fungi and unspeakable things - he didn't expect it. The ghost horses with flaming manes flew over the sky - they twisted their tails gracefully the moment the carriage lost its balance, took off the reins and embraced freedom - he did not expect it.
Then they stepped on each other's heads. After struggling to climb out, even the five ghosts were covered in liquid garbage. Next they hiked through countless holes in the garbage dump - something he hadn't expected. This finally made this moment extremely unbearable - they gathered together in a circle, the smells of each other's bodies superimposed on each other, making breathing the most difficult thing in the world -
He still couldn't think of it.
But there was one thing that he kept thinking confidently - neither the strange frog corpses and broken toes that fell into the collar, nor the slippery soles and retching could stop him.
Didn't this just happen?
The stench was so strong that Willi Xiao retched, then stretched out his hands to embrace the bucket of tung oil in front of him, which had begun to radiate colorful light in his eyes. It didn't grow legs and run away, nor did it grow wings and fly away. It quietly fell into his arms with blood.
Willy Xiao looked at the tung oil in his arms cherishingly, picked up a ghost's finger as an awl, and carefully poked a hole near the bottom of the barrel.
The oil in that position curiously came out a little, swayed a bit, and then retracted.
"Accept it! It's true! And it accepts me!"
He screamed in excitement, triggering another massive retching that nearly knocked the bucket over. Several ghostly hands hurriedly stretched out to stabilize the oil drum - thanks to them. Willie Xiao's hug to remedy the situation was belated and had basically no effect.
It was almost all over. He was a little panicked for a moment, but not too panicked. It's already going so smoothly, and small setbacks can't cause any trouble. If you get tung oil, you can activate the universal problem-solving machine. If you can activate the universal problem-solving machine, you can solve all problems. Of course, we can also recall the Luoshen Project Team exactly as they were, and of course we can see the beautiful, innocent and lovely Norole again. Of course, we can work with Tuankeba to turn the leveling plan into the most perfect plan—to turn every plan into a perfect plan that is both easy to write and good-looking.
Of course, if we keep working hard, we can turn the second funeral with an amplitude of 300 into the best one. Of course once again all the distinguished guests were present and more. Of course we can get their true feelings again - even more true. Of course they can communicate spiritually.
Of course everyone can be a family. Of course he is an integral part of the family. Of course, Wei Xing Weekly can be sold all over the universe and is praised by everyone.
Of course the universe will still exist at that time.
Willy Xiao certainly knows how to choose and what to expect. He wrote the story of rubbing a symbolic lamp he picked up at the beach and making three overly specific wishes. Designed to laugh at—no, no, no—, and provide friendly advice to little ones who don’t know exactly how to take advantage of their opportunities.
We are all friends. It's just that some friends need to give advice to other friends - friends who know what they do give advice to other friends.
Willie Shaw didn't quite know what to do, but he knew he was doing the right thing.
Great.
The five ghosts and him held up the barrel of tung oil—a greasy but extremely great trophy. There are still three hours left before the time limit agreed with Yicha. Even though it took him almost three days of wandering around the Vientiane Forest to reach the place he had expected to arrive from the beginning, and even though he basically had no time to think about the process and various encounters along the way - he still felt that three hours was more than enough. .
The strong smell continued to come. Some come from the ghosts around you, some come from the base made of garbage visited by Tung Oil, and some come from yourself. Willy Xiao retched again, feeling happy while retching. In addition to chatting with Echaint Sincades, he was half looking forward to telling Lasnuolo Benchens Lang about this.
The missing high-level vampire said that this kind of tung oil can only be collected near the ancient habitat of vampires. Therefore, he even felt that no longer
Can't collect it either.
Of course, he was wrong. Of course, of course, he was wrong because the great Willy Shaw was right. Willy Xiao looked past the stench and looked around at the ten clear eyes of the five ghosts, assessing whether he could get equal happiness from them.
The ghosts blinked. "Master Willi Xiao. Is there anything else you would like to give me?" Their names are very accurate.
"It's ready!" Willy Shaw said, letting go of the oil drum. The five ghosts obediently hugged the oil drum tightly.
Willy Xiao glanced at them and rubbed his hands with some annoyance. It seems not possible.
He began to regret not expecting to meet Lasnuolo in the Vientiane Forest sooner. For some reason, he vaguely felt that as long as he tried hard to hope, Lasnuolo, who had gone to no one, would appear in front of him.
So he wandered around, looking at his surroundings that he hadn't noticed just now. This is also one of the tens of thousands of deep pits in the garbage dump, shaped like a tadpole with a crooked tail. All kinds of garbage are filled around the garbage base. At first glance, there is nothing special.
The smell is strong. Willy Xiao sniffed and couldn't tell which strand was more special than the other. He had been to Rasnoro's castle. He is very imaginative.
If this place has anything perceptible in common with the self-proclaimed elegant vampire residence, it would be better to say that it is not a card.
Willy Shaw crouched down at every suspicious corner, picking at the rubbish. He came with the kind of anticipation that has been working particularly well lately. But found nothing.
"What's wrong? Master Willi Xiao?" The ghosts struggled to hold up the tung oil and looked at him curiously.
"It's okay. It's not important." Willy Xiao shook his hand. Signal them to hand over the oil drum. "let's go."
He picked up the oil drum and began to play the trumpet in his heart. Five ghosts walked side by side with him. They looked a lot like a gang. A gang that's about to solve the biggest problem in the entire universe. He wants a passage that can return to Wei Xing Qi Mian within three hours.
He saw it quickly. There is a howling portal on the other edge of the pit.
Willy Xiao kicked away two lame hanging claws and a bunch of tattered rubber flowers, and crawled towards the portal. Ghosts surrounded him. He climbed steadily until he felt a chill on the soles of his feet.
Then the heartbreaking pain.
he yelled. Trying to steady the oil drum. But the pain in the sole of his foot became extremely severe in an instant, as if someone was picking at his wound with a rough and rusty needle.
This triggered the biggest retching - even five ghosts retched. The repeated gagging sounds made him unable to control it anymore. He loosened his hands and curled up.
The oil drum was dripping and disappearing.
It took a long time for Willy Xiao to calm down a little bit. Groaning, he touched the pierced sole and pulled out the thing on it.
After screaming, he feebly wiped the thing on his thigh—seeing it clearly.
It was an extremely sharp fang.
