Weird Cards: I've Become a Ghost

"Since that circus disappeared, many people have obtained some strange items left behind by the circus people by chance, such as the clown mask you are wearing, or the magician's hat on my head."

The magician gracefully removed the hat from his head.

The hat is shaped like an ancient cylinder, but its surface is full of fine wrinkles, as if the marks of time have been etched on it.

The vertical lines along the edge of the hat seem to imply some ancient, mysterious power.

Although the black magician's hat looked a bit dated, the magician still held it in his hands with great affection, gently stroking it.

"If I hadn't gotten this magician's hat, I wouldn't be who I am today."

As the magician spoke, he reached his hand inside the hat.

next second.

A cup of coffee appeared in his hand; the coffee seemed to have been made recently, as it was still steaming.

"Hmm, not bad, that's the taste."

The magician took a small sip of his coffee and then looked completely absorbed in it.

This coffee is a blend of high-quality coffee beans from several Western countries in the Union, and is known for its mellow taste and rich, creamy aroma. It is one of the magician's favorite coffees.

"Oh, sorry, I almost forgot it's not coffee time now."

The magician, who was engrossed in the aroma of coffee, noticed Xiao He's somewhat surprised expression. With an apologetic look, he took another sip of coffee and put it back into his hat.

The magician did not explain to Xiao He the specific abilities of the magician's hat.

However, Xiao He, who had been focusing on the magician, suddenly thought of a certain blue Doraemon. He thought to himself, "This hat would be very convenient for storing things, but I wonder what else it can take out besides coffee."

At this moment, the magician, having put his hat back on, continued speaking to Xiao He: "My top hat, like your mask, is a relic left behind by that circus, which is why I invited you to join us."

After listening to the magician's words, Xiao He fell into deep thought.

If someone invites you to join the so-called neutral camp of the cult simply because of a mask, isn't that a bit too frivolous?

Moreover, for some reason, Xiao He always felt that something was wrong.

But in the next instant, he immediately realized what was happening.

In this world, strange objects do not seem to recognize a master. Anyone who masters the method of using a strange object can possess and unleash its power.

Thinking of this, Xiao He felt a sudden chill in his heart.

Could it be that the other party is trying to steal my mask through some means?

And that so-called invitation might just be a way for the other party to seize the ability?

If Xiao He remembered correctly, in his previous life, he seemed to know of a treasure that could absorb the name of anyone who responded, turning them into blood in an instant.

Could this magician possess similar methods or abilities?

But given the strength the other party has demonstrated, why can't they just openly rob us?

Could it be that the other party doesn't know how to use this mask, which is why they acted this way?

At this moment, Xiao He's heart was filled with doubt once again.

However, the magician seemed to have seen through Xiao He's thoughts, and his next words immediately dispelled Xiao He's doubts.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your mask. What I'm interested in is you, the one who can wear this mask," the magician said gently.

Xiao He was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, the magician reached into the hat again and pulled out a pigeon covered in white feathers.

This pigeon seems to be a real pigeon, and it looks almost exactly like a real pigeon. At this moment, the pigeon is standing quietly in the magician's hand, appearing very obedient and quiet.

"Go."

With a slight flick of his arm, the magician's pigeon immediately spread its wings and flew towards Xiao He.

Upon seeing this, Xiao He instinctively tried to dodge, but he forgot that his body was still frozen in place. So, in the blink of an eye, the pigeon landed steadily on his shoulder.

Feeling the movement on his shoulder, Xiao He struggled to turn his eyes, only to see a "huge" pigeon head appear before him the next second.

However, it was precisely because of this close distance that Xiao He noticed that the pigeon's eyes seemed a bit strange. After taking a closer look, he quickly realized what was going on.

"Isn't that a security camera?!"

That's right.

The pigeon's two eyeballs were actually two surveillance cameras, and because they were so close, Xiao He could even clearly see the two red dots on the cameras.

"This is a bionic mechanical bird, created by a mechanic from our neutral faction. Don't underestimate this thing; it was made from the remains of a strange creature. Its abilities are very special, allowing people to communicate regardless of distance or location." The magician put his top hat back on and continued to explain, "Not only that, this mechanical bird can also be used for reconnaissance. Its mechanical eyes can transmit back what it sees from thousands of meters in the air."

This is great stuff!

After listening to the magician's description of the pigeon, Xiao He immediately felt that it was definitely a good thing.

"This mechanical bird already bears my mark, and you can communicate with me through it at any time." The magician gently removed the top hat from his head, and a pigeon exactly like the one on Xiao He's shoulder appeared on his head.

After a while, the magician put his hat back on, looked at Xiao He who had a look of realization on his face, and nodded gently.

next moment.

Snapped!

As the magician snapped his fingers again, Xiao He, whose body had been slightly stiff, immediately felt a sense of relief.

He can move now.

However, before Xiao He could put his mind at ease, he thought of the magician's unfathomable strength and immediately felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.

Whether he can move or not, he is essentially the same; he is just fish on someone else's chopping board, with almost no difference between them.

"Alright, I won't disturb you any longer as you continue absorbing the power of fear here."

Just as Xiao He was at a loss, the magician's voice rang in his ears again.

What does that mean? Is he leaving?

Xiao He looked up in confusion, only to find that the magician's gaze was no longer on him, but was instead fixed on the south.

Before Xiao He could ask any questions, the magician continued, "The Feast of Blood is about to begin, so I won't waste any more time chatting with you here."

After saying that, the magician withdrew his gaze from the distance and looked at Xiao He again, saying, "After we get out, I'll find a suitable opportunity to have a proper chat with you."

"A feast of blood?"

At this moment, Xiao He suddenly became somewhat interested in the blood feast that the magician had mentioned.

Logically speaking, a grand feast should mean there are many good things to eat.

Seeing Xiao He's restless heart, the magician smiled and kindly reminded him, "With your current strength, you wouldn't be able to be a guest at the Blood Feast."

After speaking, the magician gave Xiao He a meaningful look.

"However, you are now qualified to be a delicacy at a grand feast."

Upon hearing this, Xiao He immediately realized that this so-called "Blood Feast" was not a proper banquet at all.

That makes sense, though. This magician doesn't look like a respectable person, and the banquet he attended probably wasn't a respectable one either.

"Alright, I won't say any more to you, but before I leave, I still have to remind you of something."

Just as the magician was about to leave, he suddenly turned to Xiao He and said, "The Feast of Blood is like a fleeting moment; it begins quickly and ends just as quickly. After the Feast of Blood ends, the eerie mist around you will disappear, and you will return to the real world."

"But you must remember, you will be in the same place when you return to the real world, so..." The magician's eyes were full of laughter: "I advise you to leave here as soon as possible and find a remote area to stay in. That way, it will be easier to leave later. Otherwise, once you return to the real world, it will probably not be so easy for you to leave."

The magician's words sent a chill down Xiao He's spine once again.

Having just entered the mysterious world of mist, he naturally didn't know so many rules. If he was unlucky and there happened to be someone waiting for him at the place he returned to, that would be terrible.

With his strength, although he is already comparable to a second-tier combatant, if he encounters someone stronger than him, or is surrounded by several people of the same level, he will probably eventually exhaust his strength and die.

After listening to the magician's advice, Xiao He had a new plan in mind.

He planned to return to the place he had come from, which was a grove of trees, making it easier to hide or retreat.

Thinking of this, Xiao He decided to cut off the dark red line on his forehead to sever his connection with the power of fear.

Although his body was frozen in place, the long line on his forehead did not break. This means that he continued to absorb the power of fear from the sky, and the power of fear he was absorbing had reached the point where he could use the Joker Mask four times without any side effects.

"Oh, right, I should remind you again that there's a tough brute around here. He's not very strong, but he can take you down with one punch. So I advise you not to go over there when you leave."

The magician smiled and pointed in a direction.

A troublesome brute?

Xiao He was taken aback.

This brute, who even the magician in front of him found somewhat troublesome, and who could take him down with a single punch, would surely cause him great trouble if he were to have bad luck and head in that direction.

Although Xiao He's original destination wasn't in that direction, it was fortunate that the magician reminded him. Otherwise, he might have ended up there instead of wandering around and trying to find a few strange creatures.

"Alright, that's all for now. The Feast of Blood is about to begin, I have to get there." The magician added, "Oh, and one last reminder, you can't go to that place either."

As he spoke, the magician pointed in another direction.

This time, however, Xiao He's expression immediately turned rather unpleasant.

Because this direction leads directly to that grove of trees.

The roads are all blocked, how can we get around?

"It seems you're planning to go in that direction later."

At this moment, the magician, noticing the expression on Xiao He's face, spoke again, but with a strange smile on his face.

"In that case, it seems you'll have no choice but to take a long detour; otherwise, you might not even have the chance to return to the real world."

The magician smiled, and before Xiao He could ask anything, he snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

next second.

A thick cloud of black mist appeared out of nowhere and enveloped the magician completely.

"Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is John Jonathan, and I'm a wandering magician. You can call me John or Jonathan."

From within the black mist came the very gentle voice of the magician who called himself John Jonathan.

Soon after, as the black mist dissipated, the magician's figure also disappeared from the spot.

"You're leaving already?"

Xiao He looked at the spot where the magician had been standing and couldn't believe his eyes.

The other party seemed to have no ill intentions towards him, and even seemed to genuinely want to invite him to join the neutral camp of that so-called evil cult.

But Xiao He always felt uneasy.

How could such a stroke of good luck possibly happen to an unlucky guy like him?

That's right.

Xiao He felt he was just an unlucky guy; otherwise, he wouldn't be so frustrated now that he'd transmigrated to this era.

So he always felt that there might be something deadly hidden inside this pie, but whether there was or not was uncertain, but...

"But this thing is definitely not as simple as that person said."

Xiao He turned his head and looked at the pigeon that was perched on his shoulder, observing its surroundings.

He always felt that this thing was placed on him by that Jonathan guy to monitor him.

Xiao He thought for a moment, and then a flash of inspiration struck him.

Then, he slowly extended his hand towards the pigeon, which was completely unaware of the approaching death.

next second.

boom!

A cloud of black mist appeared.

The pigeon on Xiao He's shoulder disappeared completely, and a card appeared in his hand.

......

Joseph's Mechanical Bird

Category: Ghostly Objects

Rating: One Star

Quality: Normal

Capabilities: High-altitude reconnaissance, long-distance communication.

Side effect: Once you are recognized as the master by this mechanical bird, it will follow you wherever you go, which means that your location coordinates will appear in the nest in real time.

Note: The mechanical bird is a product created by Joseph by combining the bizarre defects of a certain bird with modern technology. It not only has a flight speed and eyesight far exceeding that of a falcon, but it can also allow people to communicate regardless of distance. However, it should be noted that this mechanical bird is usually accompanied by a nest. Only through the nest can you completely control the mechanical bird. Otherwise, if you only have the mechanical bird, then you will not have a good reconnaissance helper, but rather a very convenient surveillance device for others.

......

Good guy!

After reading the card information, Xiao He immediately exclaimed, "Wow!"

He said so.

How could someone possibly give him a gift the moment they meet? If such a person existed, they would either be an honest person or a cunning old fox with ulterior motives.

Unexpectedly, it really is like that.

After the initial shock, Xiao He looked at the card and a cold smile appeared on his face.

"Hmph, you think I can't do anything about it?"

Having said that, Xiao He had a sudden thought and chose to sacrifice the card.