3490: C3490 The Death Hand Pauper

C3490 The Death Hand Pauper

Abominable things like this were the things that evil people were most proficient in. The talent of a beggar with a dead hand might really be able to train him into a genius!

"There's no need to think too much. He was powerful because the illusionary realm made him powerful.

If I really bring him out of this illusion realm, perhaps he will turn into a bubble. "

Guu Feng looked at the beggar with some pity. Although it was an illusion realm, this world was too real, and it made people feel like they were being brought into it.

Boom!

At this moment, a dark cloud floated across the sky, and the sound of thunder could be heard.

Although it was called a dark cloud, the color of the dark cloud was actually dark red.

Then, he saw the people around him looking nervous, and the pedestrians running and dodging.

As for those peddlers, they didn't even have time to clean up their stalls before they directly retreated.

"What's going on?"

Looking at the empty street, the four of them were stunned.

"There must be a monster. I think this matter is not simple. Let's find a place to hide from the rain."

Guu Feng turned around and saw that the beggar with the dead hand was still on the side of the road, so he walked towards him.

Upon seeing this, the Demon Sovereign Xing Yao called out, "Guu Feng, be careful. He..."

"He is called the dead hand. In other words, if the hand doesn't touch me, nothing will happen to me."

Guu Feng rubbed his nose. No matter what, the person in the illusion realm must be treated as a real person. Therefore, he could definitely do these things.

The beggar with Death Hand opened his lifeless eyes and looked at Guu Feng approaching him. He muttered to himself.

"Go away. Who are you? How dare you approach me?"

"Don't be afraid. I don't want to kill you." Guu Feng kept a distance from him and handed him an oil-paper umbrella on a roadside stall.

"Here, this is for you. The pedestrians are afraid of the rain. There must be a reason, right?"

The beggar looked at the umbrella Guu Feng handed over and was stunned for a long time. He did not come back to his senses. After a while, he lowered his head and said, "Why are you so good to me?"

"I just handed over an umbrella. How can it be considered good?" Guu Feng did not know whether to laugh or cry.

"You don't understand. For so many years, you are the first time someone has taken the initiative to approach you."

The beggar with the dead hand sat up from the ground, looked at the sky, and said, "You are from another place, right?"

"Yes."

"The blood-red clouds in the sky are not ordinary clouds. They are very powerful.

Whoever is touched by the rain drops will turn into a flame and be burnt to death."

Burned to death by the rainwater? The three of them looked at each other in disbelief.

However, perhaps this was the uniqueness of an illusion. Everything was unimaginable!

"Alright, thank you." Guu Feng hesitated for a moment, then looked at the drunken beggar that reeked of alcohol, and asked,

"I don't know, have you seen anyone else who came from other places?"

"Of course I have. Before you, there was a team of people."

The beggar thought for a moment, then pointed to the east and said: "They went there"

Guu Feng's heart moved, and he nodded gratefully. "Thank you."

He stood up and saw that the beggar did not take the oil-paper umbrella from beginning to end. He moved forward again.

"Here, this is for you! Take it well!"

"Don't, don't come any closer to me."

The beggar raised his eyes vigilantly and said with a bitter smile:

"You don't know, not only can you not touch my hands directly, but you can also touch my hands directly through items. That is a sin!"

"Is it that exaggerated?" Only now did Guu Feng understand that it was not that the beggar did not want to receive the Death Hand, but that he could not receive it.

Because once the two of them came into contact with it through the oil-paper umbrella, he would also die!

"Alright, I'll put this oil-paper umbrella aside for you. You can use it to shelter yourself from the rain later!"

Guu Feng said and got up to leave. "Let's go find an inn. Before the rain stops, let's not do anything for now."

The four of them found an inn near the road and stayed there.

The strange thing was that the inn here actually didn't charge money and stayed for free.

The four of them found it interesting, but after all, they had to frequently discuss it together, so they asked for a suite with four people.

"Very good, now there are four, you can pay."

The shopkeeper was a smiling fatty. He patted the pearl and jade abacus in front of him and said to the four of them.

General Ming's face was cold as he questioned. "Manager, didn't you say earlier that you wouldn't take money? Aren't you playing with us? "

It wasn't that their group didn't have money, but they were played around by the manager, causing them to lose face.

After all, they were all important figures in the Ten Thousand Alliance. How could they be bullied in this place?

"I don't accept money, but I didn't say that I wouldn't accept anything else." The fat shopkeeper still said with a smile:

"All the business in my shop needs to be exchanged with equal value! Since you want to rent a house, you have to pay the corresponding price. "

General Ming waved his hand impatiently. "Then tell me what price you want."

"You've rented this room for a long time, and I've also lost this room's time."

The fat manager said with a smile, "Then you'll naturally need to pay a price."

"Pay a price for what time? What do you want me to do? Do you want me to work for you, or do you want me to kill someone? " When General Ming heard this, he couldn't help but laugh loudly.

Guu Feng, who was standing beside him, had a vigilant look on his face.

This illusory realm seemed ordinary and ordinary, but there was actually a secret hidden within it. The request of this manager was absolutely not so simple.

"It's very simple. You guys want to stay here for a day, right?" The fat shopkeeper still had that smiling expression as he stretched out a finger.

"I only need one minute."1

This matter was simply too simple. Even the Underworld General couldn't help but agree.

"Alright! I promise you, I'll only give you one minute. What do you want to do?"

Before Guu Feng could stop him, the Nether General had already agreed to the fat manager's request, and he could only silently pray by the side that nothing big would happen.

"I want you..."

When he spoke these three words, the fat manager's face suddenly sank, and it became extremely ghastly and terrifying.

"I want you to cut off your finger!"

Guu Feng sucked in a breath of cold air. Sure enough, the thing that the fat manager feared the most had appeared. The thing that the fat manager wanted Ming Jiang to do was actually such a self-harming thing.

"Cut off your finger? Are you dreaming?" General Ming instantly opened his eyes wide, and he looked at the fat manager as he suddenly spoke.

"You damn fat pig, I'm going to kill you..."

The fat manager's smiling face gradually withdrew as he said coldly,

"This minute of yours should belong to me. Whatever you want to do, you have to do as I say.

If I ask you to cut off a finger, you should cut it off directly! "

The underworld general was infuriated. He suddenly pulled out the treasured saber at his waist and was about to slash at the fat shopkeeper's neck.

The fat shopkeeper didn't dodge at all. He only narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed past...

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