Among the four people, the cross-faced man and the person in charge of the transaction sat across from each other. Next to the short man was Jiao Cheng. The moment they discovered Xu Huo, the two people in front launched an attack. Jiao Cheng dodged sideways, while the short man leaned down. He pounced and immediately distanced himself.
The props and weapons were almost thrown in the face. Xu Huo waved his hand and quickly pulled up several barriers in front of him, then looked at a few people with a smile, "Don't be nervous, I just want to chat with you."
The four people on the opposite side didn't listen to a word he said, and the props kept attacking him. The man with the cross face was obviously responsible for cutting off the back, and his attack was the most violent. The other three were fighting and preparing to run away.
Time and space props are incompatible with each other. During use, props with higher levels and wider coverage can weaken or completely invalidate props with lower levels and smaller coverage. However, props like time only Wearing it alone can avoid the influence of certain similar props.
There are different types of super props, and the scope of their effects is not fixed. However, "Three Seconds of Life" can make the time go back three seconds. Xu Huo did not specifically verify it. The three uses were in the dungeon and on the train, so he is not sure whether it can. No matter how wide it covers, there is no difference in time at least the few times he has used it. In other words, it is enough to change all the time in a space.
This is during the period when the prop is in use. Under normal circumstances, the range of influence of super props may not be that large, but it is enough to affect a city. Therefore, Xu Huo will not directly wear the "Three Seconds of Life" unless necessary. On the body, especially in an environment like Flower City.
Therefore, he did not use the "three seconds of life" to block this space, but used the cube space and the spiritual world to cut off the possibility of these people's escape - he probably underestimated the enemy, because none of these people directly used space props to escape Road, and by the time they reacted, these precious few seconds of escape were gone, and each of them received a fresh shot of "friendly forced confession."
This is a type of interrogation potion. It is a reward for the maze copy. It can achieve the effect of paralyzing a person's body in a very short period of time, but will not lose consciousness.
Half a minute later, the four bruised and swollen people had their hands tied behind their backs and were kneeling side by side on the ground, supporting each other so as not to fall to the ground.
Xu Huo pulled the chair next to him and sat down. He took a piece of fruit from the table, opened it, and put the pulp into his mouth piece by piece in front of several people.
He ate the fruit in silence, but his cold gaze always fell on a few people, as if he was thinking about how to deal with them, but he also seemed to have already figured out how to destroy the corpses and eliminate traces... In short, after eating this fruit, there will be results.
Jiao Cheng couldn't hold back his anger, "Brother, we did something wrong today. We will return your money to you and pay another 100,000 in white money. What do you think?"
Xu Huo didn't speak. Jiao Cheng was unsure of his attitude. He hesitated and said: "We brothers are really poor, otherwise we wouldn't come out to cheat. How about you make an idea, as long as we can do it" , I must try my best to do it!”
After throwing the peel into the trash can, Xu Huo said, "How long have you been in Flower City?"
No one else answered, but it was Jiao Cheng who said, "I have stayed in Flower City the longest. I moved here with my cousin when I was ten years old. The three of them came relatively late. Do you want to get some news?"
"I heard that there is a mineral vein in Flower City, which specializes in the production of prophecies. It is not sold publicly, but it is circulated in the underground market." Xu Huo paused, "Looking at you, you should not be in this business. It will be useless to become an intermediary again. question."
Hearing what he said, Jiao Cheng's expression relaxed a little, "Okay, no problem. I happen to know an errand boy who can take you there, but..."
"What?" Xu Huo raised his eyebrows.
"The quality of the ores in the underground market is not very good. To put it bluntly, they are just scraps. Not to mention making props of prophecy, they may not be used as raw materials for props." Jiao Cheng said carefully: "If you want to make props of prophecy, I think it is possible Not much hope…”
"I hope it's not all a euphemism," the short man said with a bit of sarcasm, "I think you don't want to get props, but you have other plans!"
What Jiao Cheng seemed to be saying was actually meant to be a test. It is more convenient to buy props in the backend of the game. Why come to the underground market? You can tell with just your fingers that you are not here for those low-quality ores. It can only be for other purposes. , I just don’t know if this “purpose” will affect them.
"Do you have any other choice?" Xu Huo lowered his eyes and looked at the four people, "Even if you take the medicine, your body will not return to normal immediately, or you want to go to the station to try your luck."
Several people had varying degrees of regret on their faces, but it was too late to regret. Jiao Cheng quickly made a condition, "I can take you to the underground trading market, but you have to let the three of them go."
"No problem." Xu Huo said cheerfully: "When I see the person, you can all leave."
He took out the frame.
"The World in Painting" is a gift from the curator of the art museum. It can hold two people in it for thirty days at a time. The last time he left the high-risk dungeon, Xu Huo put Jiang Wenzhang in it and returned to Area 014. He was ignored and still alive.
"Promise to let me go!" As soon as it came out, the abstract face in the painting struggled to move forward, but it could not leave the frame. In the limited space, the already unsightly face became even more ugly.
Xu Huo's expression remained unchanged, "Aren't we going to let you go?"
Jiang Wenzhang in the painting was stunned for a moment and asked doubtfully: "Are you really willing to let me go?"
Xu Huo blocked the sight of Jiao Cheng and others, then opened a door to a nearby street, and then poured the people out of the frame.
Jiang Wenzhang, who jumped out, did not disappear, which meant that he entered the non-origin wormhole as a black accountant. In name, he was still a wanted criminal, but as long as he no longer used the ticket, he could avoid entering the dungeon.
"Hahaha! I'm so lucky..." Jiang Wenzhang laughed and turned around, but there was no one behind him.
Xu Huo returned to the room where Jiao Cheng and others were, and placed the empty picture frame in front of them, "Who's going in?"
The short man was about to speak, but the man with the cross face next to him suddenly fell forward, forward and back, and in the next moment, the man with the cross face was sucked into the frame, turning into a portrait with simple lines.
"Old Song!" the short man shouted, but the man in the painting said: "Don't worry about me, I will die in the worst case!"
Xu Huo put the painting away and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will let him out after the matter is settled."
(End of chapter)
