Ning Qiushui remembered that he found this book from the secret space under the goddess's bed!
"General props cannot be taken out of the Blood Gate. Doesn't it mean that this book is a ghost weapon?"
His eyes lit up.
In the previous Blood Gate, Ning Qiushui had already deeply understood the power of ghost weapons.
A person with a ghost weapon and a person without a ghost weapon have completely different survival rates behind the Blood Gate!
If Ning Qiushui and the others had not been surrounded by ghost weapons in the blood gate, they would have died countless times!
Their next blood gate will arrive in a week. If Sailor Ning Qiu has one more ghost weapon, his chance of survival will be very high!
After reading for a while, Ning Qiushui put the book away. He didn't know what the use of the book was, so he could only go back and try it again.
One night passed, and on the next day, Liu Chengfeng got up early and made breakfast for everyone.
I have to say that his craftsmanship is really good. With sufficient ingredients, just a bowl of mashed potatoes + lean meat porridge successfully captured Tian Xun's stomach.
The boy finished three big bowls in a row before burping and lying on the sofa, patting his round belly and squinting his eyes comfortably.
"Big Beard, your skills are very good. How many stars are you a chef?"
"Work at Michelin?"
Liu Chengfeng, who was slowly drinking porridge, yawned and said with a smile:
"I don't cook outside."
"You are the only one who has such a blessing. If you leave it outside, I don't have much time to cook..."
Hearing this, Tian Xun turned his head:
"So what exactly are you doing outside, Big Beard?"
Liu Chengfeng looked like an outsider:
"Fortune telling!"
Everyone looked a little weird when they heard this, but Tian Xun couldn't hold it back after holding it in for a long time, holding his stomach and laughing.
"Hahaha……!"
Liu Chengfeng didn't know why. He looked at the only person eating calmly and asked:
"What's going on? Don't I look like a fortune teller, little brother?"
Ning Qiushui raised her eyes and smiled slightly.
"I think they might be laughing. In this day and age, there are still people out there trying to trick people."
Tian Xun echoed:
"That's right, big beard, what age are you in, and you're still a magician?"
Liu Chengfeng glared at him.
"Go, go, let's play...what do children know?"
"What a magician! It's really unpleasant. I'm called a cultural inheritor!"
Tian Xun shook his head, perhaps because he felt that the two of them would not die so quickly. He changed his previous cold demeanor and became much more lively.
"Big Beard, let me ask you, how much money can you make in a month as a magician?"
Liu Chengfeng thought carefully.
"Usually one or two thousand a month, sometimes a few hundred dollars."
Upon hearing this, Tian Xun couldn't help laughing again.
"No... Big Beard, with your skills, if you become a chef, you can make several W in a month, right?"
"Why do you want to be a magician?"
Liu Chengfeng shook his head. This time he did not refute Tian Xun, but replied very lightly:
"Maybe it's because... fortune telling is more free."
Naturally, no one believed this reason.
But Liu Chengfeng didn't say anything, and they didn't continue to ask.
This is the basic respect for others when dealing with others.
Almost everyone has a secret of their own. Since it is a secret, it cannot be easily shared with others.
However, Ning Qiushui raised her eyes slightly and looked at Liu Chengfeng.
The handsome boy Tian Xun is right. With Liu Chengfeng's skills, he can open a restaurant casually, and as long as he survives the first difficult month or two, he can earn several W every month no matter what he does.
This is not an exaggeration or a joke.
Liu Chengfeng does have this ability.
But he put aside so much money and became a poor bastard... His motives are really thought-provoking.
After breakfast, Liangyan left early.
He always seems busy.
Ning Qiu Shui looked at Liang Yan's leaving figure and curiously asked Tian Xun who was playing with the Rubik's Cube on the sofa:
"Tian Xun, what is Uncle Yan usually busy with?"
Tian Xun replied without raising his head:
"Find the puzzle pieces."
Ning Qiushui was slightly startled, and then heard Tian Xun say:
"Uncle Yan is very powerful. We have six puzzle pieces in total, and he found half of them!"
Tian Xun's tone was full of admiration and gratitude.
Ning Qiushui was thoughtful.
"Uncle Yan, he has... reached the seventh blood gate?"
Tian Xun shook his head, with strong admiration in his eyes again.
"The ninth fan."
Ning Qiushui was stunned.
"The ninth fan?"
Tian Xun nodded.
"Uncle Yan will enter his ninth door in half a year. After reading the reminder about his ninth blood door, he thought that he would probably die in this door, so he has been frantically answering the questions. I'm trying to get the pieces of the puzzle together before..."
Ning Qiushui understood.
"If it were me, I would do the same."
After a long silence, Tian Xun suddenly said in a low voice:
"You don't understand. Although Uncle Yan didn't say it, we all know... he can't trust us."
"Uncle Yan has never been afraid of death, and has no intention of jumping over his ninth door."
"Those puzzle pieces...he painted them for us."
"However, everyone knows that putting together the pieces of the puzzle is just a hope... After all, so far, we have only heard that [seniors] have put together the pieces of the puzzle, but in fact no one has seen it at all. I’ve been to the hut where the pieces of the puzzle were put together.”
Ning Qiushui raised his head, looked at the puzzle hanging on the wall seriously, and asked casually:
“Was it hard to get this together?”
Tian Xun sighed and introduced a new puzzle rule to Ning Qiushui:
"It's hard...because people are dying all the time."
"If you collect two puzzle pieces, but you die, then the two puzzle pieces belonging to you in the shack will disappear, and others need to collect them again."
"And the puzzle pieces are produced from the fourth to sixth doors, and the probability is about 1/10."
"But this is only the probability of output. In fact, after the output, the people inside may not be able to grasp it."
"You can imagine that in the highly difficult Blood Gate, you not only have to guard against ghosts, try to survive, and complete the tasks assigned by the Blood Gate, but you also need to guard against the people who enter the Blood Gate together..."
Tian Xun did not continue, but Ning Qiushui could already intuitively feel the difficulty of obtaining the puzzle pieces through his description!
More wolves, less meat.
Behind every puzzle piece, there must be a fierce overt and covert struggle!
Ning Qiushui was silent for a while, then suddenly remembered what happened before, and asked in a low voice:
"Uncle Yan's friend... also died because of puzzle pieces?"
Mentioning Uncle Mang, Tian Xun shook his head.
"I don't know, they didn't tell me."
"Maybe they think I'm young and don't want me to participate in their fight..."
Ning Qiushui expressed understanding.
He reached out his hand and gently rubbed Tian Xun's hair.
"I won't have lunch here. I have something to do outside. I'll go back first. If they ask about it later, please tell me."
Tian Xun responded [Okay].
After saying goodbye, Ning Qiushui walked out of the villa and took the bus to leave the misty world.
