The ever-changing star starts with a rice cooker.

Chapter 177 The Vending Machine Bloodbath (4,000 words)

As a vending machine, Ningdu is quite aware of its "products".

That means this stuff isn't meant for human consumption at all, including that "chocolate" that looks relatively normal.

Surprisingly, the headless skull seemed to taste quite good.

After finishing one bottle, he actually wanted another one.

Will this work?

You really think this vending machine is a charity, huh?

I reached out to stop it, and the vending machine pointed to the money slot.

Pay later if you want more!

You look like a rich skeleton.

Not every skeleton can have its hands covered in jeweled rings.

Ning Du assumed that seeing the headless skeleton would cost money, and he would definitely hesitate.

Ning Du waved, intending to call over his undead minions and prepare to rob them.

Just kidding, do you think this vending machine is doing honest business?

Make sure you understand that this is the Land of the Dead.

The characteristics of this world have nothing to do with the word "good".

"Um?"

But the next moment, the headless skull actually took off another ring and continued to buy!

Ning Du, who couldn't stand the smelly water, kept chugging it down.

He can eat chocolate too, even bloody stuff.

In no time at all, the headless skull was sold out of the vending machine.

She gave all the rings on her hand to the vending machine, seemingly without any remorse.

Right in front of the vending machine, the headless skull drank his water and ate his chocolate with its ghostly face.

Then Ning Du wondered if it was just his imagination, but the headless skull seemed a little more "energetic".

Unlike other lifeless spirits, he was more agile, and his bones were much whiter.

What's going on?

Ning Du didn't understand.

But that didn't stop him from seemingly making a lot of good stuff.

"I will come again."

The headless skeleton finished eating and ran away.

Ning Du's original idea was to keep him, but others had already kept those who were meant to stay.

If all that's left of your body is a skeleton, what else do you need?

In the blink of an eye, the headless skeleton had already run far away.

Ning Du then began to examine his gains.

Rings, rings, and more rings.

But not all rings are the same. For example, Ning Du has two: one that can summon undead minions, and the other a spatial magic ring.

The ring given by the headless skull obviously has a completely different function.

Ning Du tried it out, and found that more than half of these rings could cast necromancy.

With just the injection of world power, it can unleash spells like "Undead Curse" and "Dark Sphere".

It consumes a lot of world power, but without a doubt, these are all valuable items.

If you bring one back and it can still be released without being destroyed by the laws, it should be worth at least several hundred points.

We made a fortune! We made a fortune! We've hit the jackpot!

Ning Du even wanted to shout towards the headless skull, "Come again next time!"

Wow, this is really unexpected.

You can even do some small business in the Land of the Dead, how interesting!

This incident can be considered a minor episode in Ning Du's life in the Land of the Dead.

Even Ning Du himself never imagined that this matter would have any follow-up.

It will probably be about a day later.

The headless skeleton has returned, and this time he's brought a fat undead with him.

This fat undead was clearly wealthy, unlike the other undead, as he was covered in various kinds of jewelry.

It's hard to imagine where all these things on its body came from.

They even have a big gold chain!

Is it appropriate for a dead person to wear such a large gold chain?

Ning Du felt it was inappropriate, so today Ning Du planned to "rip it off" properly.

Of course, this "fleecing" doesn't necessarily refer to forced buying and selling.

It's about truly crushing it to the ground and slaughtering it!

Unfortunately, Ning Du's plan failed. He hadn't even managed to summon his own underlings.

The fat man's spirit had already handed over the large gold chain.

Yes, the big gold chain was stuffed directly into the vending machine, and then the fat ghost took away the bloody stuff and a few bottles of "stinky water".

In front of Ning Du, the fat ghost began to eat and drink heartily.

After eating and drinking, the many cracks on the fat man's body, which looked as if they had been stitched together, began to appear natural and become tighter.

This extremely obvious change surprised Ning Du greatly.

This is something from his vending machine; what effect can it achieve?

Did he still sell it too cheaply?

Just like the headless skeleton from yesterday, the new fat man's ghost also bought out everything in the vending machine before leaving.

Before leaving, Ning Du saw that the fat ghost and the headless skeleton seemed to have had a big argument.

Although I couldn't understand what those two were arguing about, there was no doubt that it was their vending machine that was arguing.

Ning Du felt a pang of heartache whenever she saw them arguing.

These are all his high-value clients!

They don't haggle, they're generous with their money, and they buy everything as soon as they arrive. Where can you find such a good customer?

Don't fight, don't fight.

I won't sell him the vending machine if he fights!

Whatever you do, don't fight!

Ning Du, in any case, hoped to wait peacefully for the spatial rift to reappear.

He didn't want any problems to arise along the way. Selling trinkets from the vending machine and earning some "pocket money" was already a rare comfort to him.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. On the third day, the fat man's ghost returned with the headless skeleton.

These two started fighting before they even bought anything.

The battle was so fierce that it darkened the sky and obscured the sun and moon.

When they actually started fighting, Ning Du realized that neither of these two undead was someone to be trifled with.

His attack was earth-shattering; the unleashed flames of the dead were enough to ignite the cursed land.

The undead fat man can even split into multiple forms, turning one fat man into more than a dozen fat men.

Each fat person can control their body size, sometimes big and sometimes small.

The large ones can reach tens of meters in height, while the small ones can be as small as a fist.

It can spew poisonous mist, release toxic gas, and devour the dead with ease.

Ning Du then realized how ridiculous his idea of ​​"slaughtering" others was.

These are all big shots in the underworld, the bosses of the underworld.

Their strength is at least at the Dragon level!

With such strength, Ning Du would be finished in less than three moves if a real fight broke out.

But now, it seems he doesn't even need to fight; undead bosses automatically agree to trade with him, and the items they offer are quite good.

That's it, that's it.

I'm just a vending machine; I can't afford to mess with anyone.

You two hurry up and decide the winner so I can go home.

After a day of fighting, the headless skeleton was defeated and fled in a streak of white light.

The fat man's spirit didn't chase after him. Instead, it came to Ning Du's side and rubbed against him frantically to express its affection.

Ning Du couldn't understand what he was muttering, but he felt it wasn't anything good.

Get out of here, you fatso!

Fortunately, the fat man's spirit didn't do anything to Ningdu.

But from then on, a fat man's house appeared not far from the vending machine.

A new territory built by a bunch of rotting undead, with the fat undead as their leader.

What do you mean?

Seeing that the fat ghost wasn't going to leave, Ning Du suddenly realized that he had been treated as a trophy by the fat ghost.

Damn it, did this fat undead even ask for my opinion?

When will this vending machine agree to his request?

Oh! Another customer has come to visit. What good things has he brought this time?

The fat ghost comes to buy things at a fixed time every day.

They are very principled; if they have nothing to exchange, they will bring the Soul Fire.

Who cares where the soul fire comes from, as long as it works.

Ning Du naturally accepted all offers, but he didn't know much about the value of a large group of soul fires.

But it's definitely more than enough to buy all the free stuff he gets every day.

Anyone can do business without capital. The fat undead is so principled, what can Ning Du say?

Sell!

We have to sell!

Once he got his hands on the Soul Fire, he quickly and secretly refined it into pills to increase the world's power and ate them.

Unfortunately, only the Undead Vending Machine form can be eaten. Eating it in other forms is useless.

Moreover, the growth in global power is also very limited; it can only be said to be twice as fast as training on one's own.

Of course, if this speed at which it is increasing its global influence were to be discussed outside the world, it would make countless people envious.

But Ning Du, who has experienced the upgrades of the Great Detective World and the Ancient Death Match, has also been upgraded.

I just feel that the speed at which the world power is increasing is too slow, it's unbearably slow.

If he does it this way, he'll only gain a few hundred world power per year.

When will I be able to reach the Ghost Rank, and then the Dragon Rank?

What?

You said that many guardians never reach the Ghost rank in their entire lives.

Can that compare to him, the king of vending machines?

Look closely, this undead vending machine is doing business with an undead BOSS.

Ning Du and the fat man's spirit continued their business trip for several more days.

Just when it seemed that the fat man's spirit had been completely drained and he was almost out of soul fire, the headless skeleton arrived with other undead.

Along with the headless skeleton came many undead bosses this time.

Including the black-robed undead that Ning Du had seen, wielding a large scythe, which drifted in.

As soon as these undead appeared, they immediately started fighting with the fat man's undead.

The vending machine couldn't escape; it could only watch as these powerful undead fought each other like madmen.

They killed the fat undead together, and without even taking the soul fire, the group of guys ran to the vending machine to buy things.

The seemingly strongest black-robed undead first used his blood-red eyeballs to exchange for a bottle of "stinky water," and after drinking it, he decisively continued to gouge out his eyeballs to exchange for other things.

In the end, the black-robed undead even threw its own scythe to the vending machine.

This has left even the vending machines unsure whether to accept the orders.

I hope this guy won't lose his temper later!

Ning Du was right. Sure enough, after exchanging the scythe for the stinking water, the black-robed undead drank it all in one gulp and wasn't satisfied. Then, he actually started attacking his own companions.

The other undead who came with him were originally waiting for him to finish his purchase so they could switch to another one and continue buying.

As a result, the black-robed undead turned around and began killing the other undead.

A half-gray undead with wings was torn off and exchanged with the vending machine.

Another undead with three different heads and a staff had two of its heads, which were still glowing with soul fire, knocked off to exchange for chocolate from the vending machine.

Even the headless skeleton had a skeletal arm forcibly torn off and used to continue exchanging items with the vending machine.

Ning Du was completely dumbfounded the whole time. He didn't dare refuse.

Anyway, I'll take it if you give it to me. As long as you don't take it for free, anything is negotiable.

Also, you guys aren't going to start fighting amongst yourselves again later, are you?

Hey, stop fighting! Stop fighting! If you fight, I won't sell it to it! Stop fighting!

The vending machine's opinion was completely useless; it just stood there waving its hand, and the other undead pretended not to see it.

Then these clearly intelligent undead leaders started fighting again.

A chaotic battle, a fierce battle, a battle to the death.

The fighting was so fierce that parts were flying everywhere; it was a true fight to the death.

Ning Du just watched, waiting for them to decide the winner.

What could he do? He was just an ordinary vending machine.

Can he still stop these undead bosses from fighting?

It's good enough if it can stay in a safe place and not be destroyed.

Fortunately, when these undead bosses made their move, they all avoided him.

No undead boss used any deadly attacks on him. Instead, they intentionally kept their distance, trying to avoid touching him as much as possible.

What a good person! No, what a good spirit!

Ning Du was somewhat moved; these days, there aren't many "good" spirits left.

It would be even better if you didn't gouge your eyes out when you buy things!

What's the point of all these eyeballs?

Ning Du thought about it carefully and realized that apart from taking it back to exchange for points or refining it as materials, it didn't seem to be of much use.

For some of the dead, these things may be invaluable treasures.

But he was human, a pure human being!

If you take these things out, you'll be lucky if they aren't destroyed by the laws of nature.

Go ahead and fight.

No amount of persuasion could stop them, so I'll just beat them to death.

Ning Du just watched as these guys fought for a whole day.

And the result was—no result.

The strongest black-robed undead were not all killed because they no longer had a suitable weapon, a scythe.

The remaining undead did not all die because the black-robed undead did not have weapons or scythes.

The ground was covered with fragments of the undead boss.

Then they each went their separate ways.

I reckon it won't be long before they come back again.

What else can Ningdu do?

Ning Du could only quietly direct his skeleton minions to pick up all the dropped materials and fragments.

Oh dear, it's all money.

Bring back as much as you can.

Besides, how many times in a lifetime can one encounter something like this?

They fought so badly, they should have some peace and quiet for a few days now.

Ning Du sincerely hopes that they will stop fighting and instead come in line to buy the goods.

Why do we have to fight to the death?

Even the undead are causing trouble!

After looking left and right to make sure there were no customers, the vending machine packed up and went back to its cave, planning to come back tomorrow.

He refused to believe that he could fight these undead bosses every day.

I guess I need to take a break eventually.

The vending machine operated as usual the next day.

The weather was nice today; a blood moon hung in the sky, and it didn't rain.

The vending machine was thinking of taking a nap here.

Then they heard a rumbling sound in the distance.

Turning around, I saw a massive army of undead, like a steel torrent, marching towards us.

Various weapons were in hand, arranged in perfect unison.

What are you doing? What are you trying to do?

That wasn't all. From another direction, countless figures in black robes appeared in the sky, drifting in and blotting out the sun!

No!

Are we still going to fight?