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But he took one look at the ghost in his hand and barely suppressed the urge to draw his weapon immediately. He planned to have a good-tempered discussion with the other party. However, before he could do anything, he saw a familiar person holding a plunderer.

It is being slowly dragged over here.

The other party is looking for a blind spot in the field of vision, so he has not been discovered until now.

He remembered that the other person was the one who followed Steve. Although he didn't know how he had completely changed his appearance, as long as his essence was still the same person, the cell people could easily find him.

446 The Preserved Truths

This is such an unfortunate coincidence.

The ghost cell people and Val and the others gathered together at a very inappropriate time. What was even more unfortunate was that the pig guards, who had never been very vigilant, rarely showed any interest in questioning them carefully.

Several throwing knives were already caught between the fingers of the cell man's hanging hand, and the sharp edges of the blades were easily exposed.

Nothing to hide.

There was also a look of mockery in his eyes.

The Cell Man didn't mind taking a more legitimate way of entering the city, just like what he had done to the foggy harbor after he became a Cell Man.

As long as no one cares how he got in in the end, their action will not be considered a failure.

So, a horrific murder is about to happen here—no blood, no corpses, and it doesn’t look too horrific either.

The diligent piglin guard had no idea that he had been targeted, let alone what might happen to him next.

But the ghost noticed.

It swung its body nimbly, and the cloak, made of an unknown material, stretched out with its movement. The ghost finally swung onto the cell man's other hanging hand, using its legs and feet to grab the other's wrist.

The cell man looked at his hands, which were almost entangled together, in confusion, and looked at the little guy in his hands with a gloomy expression.

He lowered his head and got very close to the other person, as if he wanted to get close to the other person's ear.

"What are you doing?" He asked through gritted teeth a question that might not get an answer.

[Stop You]

The ghost grabbed a sign with difficulty and placed it crookedly in front of the cell man.

"Huh? Stop me? What's there to stop?" He sounded a little angry at first, but perhaps he'd discovered something amusing, and his tone became cunning again, casually telling lies. "I haven't done anything yet. You can't judge me for something that hasn't even happened yet."

"That's already a kind of partial injustice."

You want to kill him.

But unfortunately, this trick doesn't work on the ghost. It doesn't understand the sarcasm or the twists and turns. It just wants to say what it wants to say directly.

Because of some vague and elusive intuition, the ghost was told that the other party could not do this, otherwise he would fall completely into the gray fog and would find it difficult to struggle.

“But I didn’t do anything.”

He was choked at first by the other party's blunt and lively words, but when he lowered his head to meet the other party's unchanging and empty face, he calmed down again.

When chatting with a ghost, never follow the other person's rhythm. Once you are easily provoked by the other person, it will be difficult for him to try to do anything else.

That is to first make them confused by things that they cannot judge to be wrong, and then guide them step by step to pull them out of their naivety.

He now wanted to be a poisonous snake that tempted the other party to eat the forbidden fruit, just as he had led the Collector onto that path step by step.

Yes, looking back, he realized that it was he who led the other person down the path of no return.

He used words to induce, facts to deceive, blinded the other party's eyes, and gnawed at the other party's conscience. In the end, the other party perfectly completed his goal and created a panacea. He kept repenting in pain and had no idea that he had been distorted. Although there were some minor episodes, they were harmless. He only cared about the results.

"What's this? Maybe you chose to help a stranger out of some dark motive for your friend?"

The cell man pretended to be innocent and wanted to open his hands, but he was stopped by the tightly stretched cloak just as he raised them slightly.

"If I haven't done anything yet, then I'm still innocent, and your trial of me is wrong, isn't it?"

He cleverly switched concepts in an attempt to confuse the other party, just like he had constantly switched concepts before, and finally succeeded in making the ghost agree to something in a daze.

[Can't]

But this time the debate only resulted in a no.

Unshakable not allowed.

These twists and turns did confuse the ghost a little, but it didn't care. It only knew what it wanted to accomplish and what it wanted to prevent.

The ghost had come here from the wilderness with determination, and in the end, he had completed his goal without any doubt or deviation, and even did it better.

It's not that it can't taste the lies. After all, the power of the Dream Nail is still there. It just doesn't care because it thinks those things are insignificant.

And those deceptions are even more insignificant.

The cell man's eyes immediately turned cold. He was always impatient about things that were beyond his control. If those who had been deceived and tamed by this poisonous snake saw this look, they would understand that someone was about to die.

But the ghost, sensing the other's gaze, just raised his head calmly, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

This calm and empty look suddenly made him feel a bit of God's meaning.

The ghost before was too easy to talk to, and apart from his strength, he had no qualities that matched the term "God". But now, he felt that the other party was beginning to be like a God.

That's right. His rage was suddenly calmed. He looked at the little guy he was holding in his hand, at this supreme god, and smiled lightly again.

After all, he is God.

It's not just the two of them here, they're just cell people who don't care what others think. Those who are not qualified to be on equal footing with him can do nothing but wait for his judgment.

The Piglin Guard stared at the creepy guy in front of him and nervously took out his weapon.

Then someone tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned around and saw Val dragging a half-dead plunderer.

This action scared him a lot. After all, he knew the sponsor lying there. He opened his mouth and was about to let out a sharp scream.

But the other party's reaction was faster than his, and he stuffed many round and hot things into his hands, and he had no room to resist in the process.

The piglin guard became even more terrified, until the familiar feel of the object in his hand made him subconsciously give up screaming and choose to look down.

Oh, it’s gold grains.

——! Wait what?

He looked at the more than 60 gold grains in his hand with ecstasy, his face showing fanaticism. He even forgot to scream and just stared greedily at the gold grains in his hand, which were so many that they could not be contained.

He immediately forgot about his former sponsor who was lying half-dead on the ground, and instead stared at the other person with an even more fanatical look.

After all, the one who pays the money is the financial backer. As for any disputes between them, that is not their business. They are only responsible for protecting the lives of their compatriots. To them, outsiders are just walking gold.

Apart from the rigid requirement of fair trade from the other party, the fighting among outsiders is completely beyond their control.

"Excuse me, what do you need?" The pig guard looked over with a smile on his face, not caring about anything else.

"Get out of the way." Val gave the order calmly. He knew that the other party would definitely obey, at least until the other party handed over something sufficient to pay for the gold grains.

When the other party heard the order, he moved away without thinking, still looking at the other party with a smile on his face.

"Those people are my friends, don't get in their way."

Things ended in a relatively peaceful way. At least, the piglin guard was still alive, right?

The ghost who had already come down from the hands of the cell man looked at the mess of things that Val had received and asked curiously.

[What's this]

The Withered Skeleton who had sneaked in with them couldn't help but answer first with his eyes shining.

Afraid of being a little slow, he spoke incredibly fast, as if his mouth was borrowed from a wither skeleton. "It's some ender pearls, blaze rods, some warthog meat, and lava balls."

"Ender pearls are very strange. Throwing one will teleport you to where it lands. The purpose of a blaze rod is unknown, but it emits endless light and heat. Most creatures use it as a decoration. The meat is the same one we've eaten before. The purpose of a lava ball is unknown, but it's very elastic. Some piglins buy it as a toy for their children."

He said these words in a row until his bones began to make a clattering sound from the high-speed opening and closing. Perhaps if it went any faster, the friction would cause flames to rise.

Val on this side also met the ghost's expectant gaze, and he threw the pile of things that he bought with a lot of money to the other party without hesitation. To him, these things were incidental, and his original purpose was just to help them escape.

The ghost took these things and looked at them over and over again. The first one he picked up was the Ender Pearl, but his intuition told him that he should take a bite of the last one.

So it chose to pick up the blaze stick, and the tiny void tentacles immediately spread over it. It tasted a little sandy and cottony, and the taste was very hot, just like the atmosphere here. The tiny powders exploded in the void with crackling sounds, which brought it a different experience.

The second one was a magma ball. It pierced through the surface of the magma ball and went deep into the inside. The inside was thicker than the magma, like some kind of medium that could only flow slowly, like the malt sugar that Tony Stark had given it before. It had a very strange texture, but the taste was mediocre and nothing special.

The third one was an old acquaintance, and the ghost swallowed it whole without hesitation, and at such a speed that everyone around was dazzled.

Only the cell man saw with horror that at that moment something seemed to be released, and that thing had an unmatched desire as if it wanted to bite and devour these ignorant creatures on the street, as well as himself.

Fortunately, this was just his illusion, and the ghost did not really do such a thing.

Then the next moment, the ghost disappeared before their eyes.

Purple particles flashed by, and other than that, there was nothing.

If Isolation and Purity were here, they would probably find this scene too familiar, and would easily solve the problem of the ghost's disappearance and track it down very skillfully.

You know, Ghost has escaped many times in order to avoid some painful and complicated tasks, but he was easily caught by Pure and Green every time.

Then, in the face of the other party's innocent and somewhat hopeful look, he was completely defeated.

Especially Green. At this point, most of the mess was written by Green. Sometimes he would also help out a little because he really couldn't refuse the ghost's constant pleading.

The most important thing is that if Green is left to deal with some things, he might show his temper.

That's not some idle venting of anger, but it will really kill the insect.

The ghosts still don't know anything about certain things, and at least 99% of the responsibility falls on the two of them.

Didn't they know this? Of course they knew, they knew it in their hearts, but no one could resist being soft-hearted towards their gods, only Honet could.

But the Withered Skeleton had no experience in dealing with this matter, so he watched helplessly as his god flashed a familiar purple light and disappeared here. He knelt down in a trance, and remained indifferent no matter how the Blaze Man dragged him.

Only the cell man remained calm, even a little bored to the point of yawning.

[Weapon Master] A great cell: Can it determine its own position?

[God of the Void] Ghost: Yes.

After the ghost landed, he calmly took out his map, using the harmless void that overflowed from his eye sockets as ink to outline it.

An accurate and ingenious map quickly appeared in front of it. It was a plan anatomical diagram of the city, showing not only its location, but also those of its companions.

The ghost was going to rush over and join them immediately, but it was soon attracted by a rather strange entrance sign on the map.

Driven by strong curiosity, it immediately walked over there. He saw a slightly raised square building, not very big. Some guards were resting beside it with their eyes closed. This seemed to be a good opportunity.

The ghost walked past silently without disturbing any pig spirits.

When it looked up, it saw a tightly closed door. It was silver-white and looked like it was made of iron. It pushed it slightly but there was no response, just like the mechanism that blocked its way before.

Normally, it should have gone to look for the switches that controlled the mechanisms, but after taking a look, it silently dismantled the iron doors and melted them into the void.

It had wanted to do this a long time ago.

Finally, I don’t have to go so far to find a switch that I don’t know where it is hidden.

The ghost strode in, and no light could penetrate from inside. Only some dim torches were emitting light. The road continued to extend downwards. It was difficult for it to see how far the road ahead was, but it probably wasn't too close.

So it turned into a black shadow without hesitation and quickly flew downwards to find some fun of its own.

447 Everyone started to panic

The ghost walked up all the stairs and came to a long corridor where the way forward was unclear. There seemed to be dim rooms around the corridor. The brightness here was very low, and sometimes it was almost so dark that it was almost impossible to see the way forward.

But it was nothing to the ghost who had experienced the Deep Nest. It calmly took out the light fly lantern that it had treasured for a long time and had been with it while it was soaking in the water and fighting together.

It spent 1800 Geos to buy this thing, and got a round lantern that looked fragile, no different from a street lamp, with something covered in glass.

This seems like a losing proposition.

But until now, the ghost didn't feel that he was making a losing deal, at least not with this lantern.

This lantern is so strong that no matter how much it suffers in battle, it still shines brightly when held by the ghost. Such strong defense is well worth its price.

When the ghost took out this small light source, the originally dim road around it was immediately lit up to form a circular space, which looked like a protective shield.

This place looks like a prison.