Magic and Vientiane Card System

Chapter 340: All brothers in the four seas are Teemo bacteria~

In this ghost market, most stall owners do not accept metal coins.Charlotte even asked several stall owners, those dead ghosts wanted some magic materials, and some even claimed to want Charlotte's lifespan!

Ha, so you are also talking about this here?I thought only our underworld had the book of life and death?

you want my lifeBelieve it or not, if I sprinkle this bottle of holy water, it will turn you into ashes?

In fact, these ghosts who can travel between the two worlds through some means are not ordinary existences.

Think about it too.no matter where?Ordinary people can only live according to their duties.This kind of behavior of buying and selling by taking advantage of the gap between the two worlds.How is it that ordinary people can do it?

For various reasons, these ghosts cannot be reborn or go to the kingdom of the gods.They wander in the underworld suffering from endless loneliness.

They often try to get out of their predicament through some other means.For example: If Charlotte made a deal with the ghost stall owner.Part of his vitality will be traded to the stall owner as currency, and the ghost stall owner will feel much better and more comfortable when he gets his vitality.And if Charlotte loses this part of his vitality, his upper limit of health will be permanently reduced by a part.

Put it on an ordinary person, if he loses part of his vitality, his lifespan will be shortened naturally.It's like aging for several years in an instant.

And like the hound Castro, he used his own life as a bargaining chip.When his revenge is completed, he will probably die directly.His remaining vitality will all belong to the stall owner.So, the hound was taking his life for revenge.All enemies perish...

That's all there is no gold dragon here, what annoys Charlotte the most is that Alice actually got a lot of things in exchange for the little bits and pieces she usually collects!

Oh shit!What kind of values ​​do these ghost stall owners have!You don't want real money!Those little things I don't need, I really like them.What a fucking ignorant!

Charlotte was so angry that she almost traded her 200-pound dog... I gave a dog!Do you want?

Charlotte and her friends walked among the scattered stalls, feeling as if she was visiting a flea market with her friends on weekends before time travel.

There are swords and armor sellers... Charlotte picked up a breastplate that was not much bigger than a vegetable bowl.

Brother, is this really a breastplate?Is this for halflings and gnomes?In our hometown, this thing of yours deserves to be called a breast-guard.To say it is a vest is already boasting it.

There are antiques... Charlotte pointed to a gold-rimmed metal jar with beautiful patterns.

Brother, don't sell your gold-rimmed urinal.How about you leave it to your son as a family heirloom.

There are also materials sellers... Charlotte picked up a palm-sized gray mushroom with a cap that looked like a smiling face.

Brother, what are you using such a big mushroom for?

Oh, crushed into powder, used to inhale can cause hallucinations, the soul will go to the underworld for a visit.Don't say that this mushroom is so big, it has a lot of weight.

Hello!Is it a demon?right!right!I call the police, someone is selling fans here!Come here quickly, the scene is out of control.

To be honest, a buyer like Charlotte who doesn't buy anything but only makes trouble.If you encounter someone with a bad temper, you will be beaten long ago!

However, these ghost stall owners may have died a little longer.Already lost his temper.Negotiate the price if you buy it, and forget it if you don’t buy it.Not even looking at Charlotte.

Charlotte dangled among the many booths, wandering in the ocean of complaints.Suddenly, the elder brother called Charlotte aside.He pointed to a piece of metal ore in a booth.

The metal ore was a kind of gray-black, with a little metallic luster, about the size of an adult's palm.It looked like a stone caught in a pile of coal.

However, as a senior dwarf, my brother's knowledge of minerals naturally needs no elaboration.

Charlotte asked in a low voice: "What's the matter, brother, did you find something good?"

The old man nodded, "Did you see that ore? It's a piece of ghost iron ore. It seems that the content and quality are not low. It's worth buying..."

According to my brother's explanation, Pluto's resistance to negative energy is very good.

Generally speaking, if an ordinary steel weapon is corroded by negative energy, it will decay and become unusable within a few minutes.It looks like it has been buried in the ground for many years, and it will shatter when touched.

It is reflected in the data that the durability drops very fast.

Some fighters will always fall into a disadvantage when facing undead spellcasters.One is that undead magic is too deadly for living people, and the other is that low-level weapons and armor of average quality will always be damaged quickly in battle.

A warrior without weapons and armor, isn't that a tiger whose claws have been pulled out?

However, with the weapons and armors mixed with ghost iron, the resistance to negative energy will become very strong.

Since my brother strongly recommended it to Charlotte, he must find a way to buy this ore.

But what to trade with the stall owner?Alice's little bits and pieces have almost been replaced.Alice's current collection has become more and more bizarre.And not all stall owners are interested in those little bits and pieces!

Besides, Charlotte is a big man, and he doesn't feel comfortable spending a little girl's money?

He thought about what I have here, could it be something this dead ghost would like?Do you want this?How about you look at that again?

After a lot of bargaining between chickens and ducks, the ore was finally obtained by Charlotte and the others.

The last thing that dead ghost stall owner saw was beyond Charlotte's imagination!

He fell in love with Charlotte's leftover half-can of old godmother!

It's the old godmother who realized the independent madness after stealing a broken horn!Since then, Charlotte has not allowed him to eat Laoganma anymore.So there is half a bottle left...

Didn't expect it to be used here!

You are a dead ghost, can you eat?

As a result, the stall owner ate the half can of Laoganma in front of Charlotte!

The ghost stall owner who was originally pale and seemed unreal as a whole, after eating the half can of Laoganma, became solidified and his face became rosy!

Although it didn't last long, the ghost stall owner still shed tears of excitement.He has not had a real feeling for nearly a hundred years.

After death, you can no longer feel your own body, no five senses, no sight, sound, smell, touch.Feel everything with the senses of ghosts, as if you are isolated from the whole world.

That's why, none of these ghosts can bear this state.It was simply endless torture.

That imposing seven-foot man, after eating the old godmother, actually started crying!

"Hey brother! Are you okay? Don't cry!" Charlotte felt guilty at the time: Don't tell me the old godmother has expired?I remember that bottle of Laoganma, but it was a long time ago!

Otherwise, how could he make a seven-foot man cry!

"I... Hey, I'm fine... I just want to cry... I didn't expect that after being dead for so long, I can still taste such delicious food! Hey... Sajia's life is worth it~"

After the ghost stall owner finished speaking, he ascended to the sky in full view and disappeared!She actually fulfilled her wish and returned to the Kingdom of God!

I rely on!Ascension again!Huh?Why do I say again?

Immediately, Charlotte and the others were surrounded by stall owners!

A ghost rushed over: "Brother, look at my best ancestral sword in the whole village! It's super easy to use! I want an old godmother! Look at it, brother!"

Another ghost suddenly knocked him into the air: "Get up for me...Brother, look at mine! Look at mine! The ancestral armor is invulnerable..."

Another ghost came out and slapped him away: "Go away! Brother, my ancestral shield is the best! I just lick the old godmother!"

Then another ghost grabbed him by the neck and threw him into a big ditch beside him: "It's cool there, where do you go to stay." Then he leaned over to Charlotte and handed him a gilt-carved, Oddly shaped jars.

This jar is very unique in appearance, has a special sense of art, and in Charlotte's focused senses, there is a faint glow of magic!

The ghost said: "Brother! Brother, I have no wrong thoughts! Just let me smell it!"

Charlotte took the exquisite and chic jar and asked, "Oh? You're not greedy. But, what is your ancestral thing?"

"Big brother! Big brother, you really know the goods! This is my urinal!"

When Charlotte heard the words, she slammed the jar on the ghost's head, and kicked him into the ditch.

"Go away! Go as far as your thoughts go! Go as fast as you can!"

Ghost: I'll be back...

Charlotte suddenly realized, isn't this guy the gold-rimmed urine jar stall owner that he complained about just now?But this jar is not the one I saw just now, so I didn't react.

You have a whole bunch of styles!

"Listen to me, everyone! The bottle of magic secret medicine prepared by Tao Huabi, the gourmet alchemist of the Great Heavenly Dynasty, is gone..."

It's easy to talk about it, and Charlotte understands it.The old godmother only had half a bottle, which was toasted by the one who ascended to heaven.Then the group of ghost stall owners quickly returned to their lifeless appearance, and they still need to continue to endure the boundless loneliness...

... After strolling around for a while, just when everyone's interest faded and they were about to leave.Timo Jun suddenly led everyone to a booth.

"Sir, this is it! This one is especially suitable for cutting horns!" Timo pointed to a huge, dark, thick, long, spiked... big stick on the booth!

The owner of this stall seemed to be a powerful warrior in his lifetime. He was extremely burly, with tattoos all over his body, and many long and small braids on his head. He looked like a man from the Northland. barbarian!

There was a huge wound on his chest that was two palms long, and it seemed that this was the cause of his death.

The voice of the barbarian stall owner was as rough as his appearance, "You are the friends of little Teemo, right? My name is Sariji, and Teemo's friends are my friends. There are no deals between friends. You can take whatever you like. .It is a gift from me, Shirikichi, to my friends."

What the hell!Mr. Timo, you can do it!In just a few moments, you can make a friend.And give you a gift!Is it true that all brothers in the world are brothers?

Charlotte just wanted to say a few words of politeness, then took the things and left.

Timo waved his hand proudly, "Brother Cheliji, how can I let you suffer if you treat me as a friend? If you don't accept something today, you will look down on me, Teemo!"

Charlotte slapped himself on the face... You really deserve to be "Temobacterium with two ribs and two knives", don't want to be loyal!

Facing the scene of brotherly love in front of him, what else can Charlotte say?Pick up your pocket!

In the end, Charlotte looked through the inventory, and finally found something that was suitable for the stall owner Suliji.

It was the amulet of the dead that Charlotte had only used once a long time ago!

This thing is a blue fine-grade jewelry, but it is one of the three-piece set of the ghost king, and it is especially suitable for undead.It's not too cold to exchange for the big stick that Charlotte and the others are looking for.

That's right, the big stick that Charlotte and the others are looking at is a golden excellent weapon!