Jenkins questioned, the other party’s tone did not seem to be on the side of the differential engine.

　　 "I am not a captive of anyone, I only work for this small town."

　　 The other party is telling the truth.

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

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

"During your actions, don't try to defy the instructions given to you by the dice, let alone make any loud noises that may disturb the town, or you will probably never be able to leave. All you need to do is escape from here, don't do extra Thing."

Jenkins heard something wrong from the other party’s words. In the slyland he experienced, the host of the slyland has always encouraged people to take risks to reap. This is the first time he has heard of it to stop the intruder from taking risks. Say.

　　 Maybe this is the rule here, so the bell ringer has to say, but Jenkins has some haze in his heart. It may not be like a puppet theater where a complete beast of disaster is hidden, but it may not be simple here.

Ms. Sekaiju and Jenkins talked about disasters that were not sealed at all. Among them, the mythical witch and the moon-swallowing civet appeared, the world tree itself, the end of the tertiary disaster and the special paradox insects. , It's not like hiding in this kind of place.

　　 "What is 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 said half and half hidden, but he didn't expect the bell-ringer to answer directly:

"There are many dangerous things in this world, and I know what you are worried about. The machine did throw in some tricky things, but the danger in this town is no worse than that tricky thing. I have already said it once. Now, you shouldn’t find out what’s in the town, you just need to know, what you don’t need to know has nothing to do with you."

　　 "Tricky things" should refer to the power of the beast of calamity, and the real danger is the power hidden in the town.

　　 "What's the tricky thing?"

　　 Jenkins asked directly, the latter also answered honestly:

　　 "A worm lives in blood."

　　 "Scarlet Mayfly?"

　　 Jenkins was taken aback. He didn’t expect even this thing to appear, but after thinking about it, he was surprised and said:

　　 "You said the things in the town are more terrifying than some of the power of the Scarlet Mayfly?"

Chapter 2131 The Unwelcome Outlander

　　 "The red bug is not complete, but the danger here is complete."

　　 Hearing Jenkins’ surprise, the bell-ringer replied again that he was really friendlier than any normal host of treacherous lands that Jenkins encountered.

　　 Although what the bell-ringer said was not particularly clear, Jenkins understood it. The beast of calamity may be the most terrifying monster, but after all, it was not the scarlet mayfly that ran here directly from the seal of the red moon. And the danger that exists in this treacherous state, its power is greater than the power of some scarlet mayfly.

　　 "What the **** is there? The descendants of the beast of calamity? Or is it some other weird evil thing? Or is it some kind of unknown trick?"

　　 Jenkins has also encountered those terrible things. The material world and the void are by no means safe in the perception of ordinary people, well-known and unknown, and the monsters of the present and the past will never lack in any era.

　　The beast of calamity is indeed the most terrifying, but the power of some of the beasts of calamity may not be as tricky as other weird ones.

　　 "I probably understand."

　　 Jenkins nodded again, as a performance of accepting the task:

　　 "I just want to leave here, not interested in the truth of the town. I don't want to spoil the tranquility here, I'm just a passerby."

　　 "This is best, savior, I can give you some hints."

　　 "Prompt?"

"Yes it is."

　　 The bell ringer slowly leaned back against the wall of the clock 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. Over time, I can’t guarantee what will happen to the town. Second, the residents here treat you like this. The outsiders are very unfriendly, and the town hates outsiders. So don’t believe any townspeople’s words, and don’t do anything superfluous except to help them in order to get the dice."

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

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

　　 "As long as you are near the edge of the town, you can see it."

　　 "Well then, I will keep quiet and don't do unnecessary things."

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

　　 "Good luck. Then, let me go here."

　　 He bid farewell to the bell-ringer under the tower, and chose the way he appeared in this treacherous realm, so he was turned into blood by the thrown dice and merged into the street. Fifteen large slabs of blood spread forward, and Jenkins raised his leg and prepared to move forward. At this moment, it seemed that Jenkins raised his leg to trigger something. Obviously, the dilapidated street is still in front of him, but there is gas in the air. The density seems to have undergone a subtle change. With the light of moss on the ground and stains on the wall, Jenkins saw some shadowy things wandering in the empty streets. It is not dense, and even if it is not observed carefully, it is completely invisible to the naked eye.

　　 This is not something like an undead, it's more like a ghost, completely invisible.

"not my business."

　　 He muttered quietly, instead of studying them, but stepping forward on the big stone slab under his feet. When he stopped, there was a door on the left.

　　 This is a low one-story building. The windows of the stone building are blocked with wooden bars, paste, paper and some gravel. There are still some dried corn cobs and bones hanging on the window edges, but they are definitely not human bones. When Jenkins stopped, the gleam of the candle immediately spilled from the gap in the window.

　　The people inside the door realized that someone had appeared in front of their door.

　　 Out of courtesy, Jenkins did not peek inside the house through the gap in the window, but very lightly knocked on the door that seemed to fall when pushed. His idea was to test the reaction inside. Unexpectedly, the door was opened directly by a gap, and an old woman with a dirty brown turban on her head stretched out her head.

　　 Her face was guttered, her eyes narrowed as if there was only a gap left. Because only the head is extended, the figure is not visible, but the height of the opponent's head is higher than the position of Jenkins's head. If it wasn't that the other person stepped on the stool, or the floor height in the room was a lot higher than the street, then the old woman's height was definitely more than two meters.

　　 "I don't know if the townspeople can speak lingua franca."

　　 Jenkins thought in his heart, just about to talk to the old woman, but unexpectedly the other person would speak and curse in purely elf language:

　　 "Despicable foreigner!"

　　 Then he slammed the door directly in front of Jenkins.

　　 "This time I correspond to [Foreigners]."

　　 He thought of taking two steps back subconsciously, not being scared, but worried that the door would directly collapse under the strong force of the old woman and hit him.

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

　　 So he thought for a while, took out the [Profane Seed] from my pocket, and stuffed it through the crack in the door. This can be done easily, the gap under the door is even big enough for mice and small chocolates to get in.

　　 The sin coin was only half put in the door, but after Jenkins let go, it was immediately drawn in by the person inside the door. Jenkins straightened up and waited for a while, and the door opened again.

　　 What Jenkins appreciates the most about the rules of treacherous land is that anyone who gets the money must accept the transaction. There is no bad situation of taking the money and not doing it.

　　 Only this way, Jenkins’s crime coin only has one [Song Yue Baoyu]. This time-representing crime coin was obtained from Blacktown and is his last crime coin.

"what do you want to do?"

　　 The old woman stretched out her head again, her tone still full of vigilance. She probably hasn't washed her hair for a long time. Although she is wearing a turban, the heavy scent of hair oil on the gray and white hair sticking together can still be smelled.

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

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

　　 Jenkins shook the little cloth bag.

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

　　 "Oh, no, this won't work. And you charged my money, is it just such a request?"

　　 Jenkins does not want to give his blood to the existence in the treacherous world. This is crazy and stupid.

　　 "Yes, I took your money."

　　 Her eyes were still full of disgust when she looked at Jenkins, but this time she didn't slam the door:

　　 "You inject this into your body and 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-colored syringe that was longer than a palm appeared on the ground between the door and the metal needle was the only part that was not rusted. This should have been kicked out of the door by the old woman, she was avoiding contact with Jenkins.

Chapter 2132 The Potion of Small Town

　　 Jenkins bent over and picked up the syringe, because the metal tube was opaque, so there was no liquid inside.

　　 But after trying to shake it, there was a reddish-brown liquid oozing out of the rusty metal piston of the syringe, and he even saw blood sesame-like flocs. Even if there is only tomato juice in it, the juice must be bad.

　　 lightly sniffed, the smell was blood, but it was not pure.

"what is this?"

　　 he asked again.

　　 "You just need to tell me if you can do it or not."

　　 said the old woman.

　　 "But I gave you money."

　　 Jenkins emphasized, and he saw an angry expression on the face of the old woman, but fortunately, Jenkins’s sin coins are still very useful:

　　 "This is blood."

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

　　 "Of course not, a foreigner, you better not ask so much."

　　 The old woman’s expression was a bit treacherous, as if she was expecting Jenkins to spend money to inquire about more news, but Jenkins had no such intentions.

　　 The bell-ringer also said not to ask too much about things, but the bell-ringer is mostly kind, and the old woman is definitely malicious. Jenkins promised the bell-ringer not to inquire too much about the truth of the town, but this does not mean that he would foolishly inject something he didn't know.

　　 "What kind of blood is this?"

"I can't tell you unless you add more money. But I can tell you what the blood contains. That is the reverberation, that is the imprint, that is the residue of the soul. This blood is the precious material that flows into us from the outside world. , So that the people in the town can see the outside world and absorb the "nutrition" from 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 will try."

　　 Knowing that the contents of the metal syringe have black aura, Jenkins still rolled up his left sleeve, stuck the needle into his arm, and pushed the piston to inject the contents into the body with pressure. (Note)

　　 He didn't use much force, but the pistons were all pushed to the end, allowing all the liquid in the needle tube to enter Jenkins's arm.

　　 Pull out the needle, centering on the small hole in the arm, the blood vessel bulges like it is about to burst under the skin. Jenkins felt an extremely cold sensation from the position of his arm to his whole body. The first change brought about by this was that Jenkins's spirit increased:

　　 "There is such a good thing?"

　　 Then the numbness spread to the whole body, Jenkins's expression became stiff, but soon the green breath expelled the discomfort from the body, and finally there was a phantom before his eyes.

　　 is not a complete change of vision, he can still see the dilapidated house in front of him, and see the old woman with a malicious face poking out from the crack in the door. The illusion is superimposed on reality. Jenkins saw a woman, a middle-aged woman hurrying down the street holding a bag of bread.

　　 Judging from the surrounding scenery, this is probably the modern time at the current time of the material world. The woman holds bread in her left hand and a little girl in her right hand. The girl's clothes are also a bit worn out, and there are even two patches of floral cloth on the waist. But at least the clothes were washed clean and made the girl look very energetic.

　　 "I want to eat candy."

　　 The girl raised her head and said to the woman.

　　 "No, there is no money at home."

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

　　 The girl lowered her head and stopped talking, but Jenkins clearly saw a blood-red magical brilliance hovering in her heart. Then, the blood drowned the illusion in front of him.

　　 The phantom collapsed, and Jenkins returned to normal.

"What do you see?"

　　 The old woman asked expectantly, Jenkins looked at her suspiciously, and then described what she saw. The corners of the old woman's mouth were cracked:

　　 "Wonderful! Wonderful! This blood is really wonderful!"

　　 As she said, she kicked the twelve dice into the crack of the door. Of course, it is impossible for all the dice to be so coincidental to stop on the ground between the door, and a few hopped down the threshold and landed in the mud in front of the door.

　　 "What wonderful?"

　　 Jenkins asked instead of 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, she feels resentment for not being able to get what she wants, and finally produces this sweet blood stuff. 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 will not flow here."

　　 The old woman fell on the door in excitement. Jenkins looked at the door quietly, and then said for a while:

　　 "This treacherous state is really disgusting."

　　 then bent down and honestly began to pick up the dice.

　　Although Jenkins is very dissatisfied with what happened just now, he must also admit that if the following is all this kind of routine, then it will be easy to get out of this treacherous situation.