Chapter 139 A Wrong World

Tang Sen's movements froze in an instant.

He stared at the words on the wallet.

"This is wrong, absolutely wrong."

The purchase funds of the previous two worlds, whether it is the endless purse or the Mithril Ring, their descriptions are all gifts from the world. As for this humble wallet, the name of the giver has been blacked out and cannot be retrieved.

See.

This blackened form is also seen by Tang Sen in procurement tasks.

He had immediately noticed that the product named "Shepherd's Extraordinary Characteristics" had a prefix: "Product 1."

Then there are two lines of blacked-out text that are indistinguishable.

Then comes the purchase deadline.

He guessed that there might be more than one product in this world. Judging from the short purchasing time of only six months, his time travel might not involve those blacked-out words, and he only needed to purchase product 1.<

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"No, maybe not even six months."

Tang Sen didn't know what the being with the blacked-out name was, but the text on the wallet clearly had the title "Him".

This word is usually used to refer to gods.

There were gods in the two previous worlds, but Tang Sen did not think that the gods in this world would be as friendly as those two worlds.

Tang Sen could feel the strong malice in the word "arrival".

Combined with the energy that was hard to recall but definitely unpleasant when he traveled back in time, Tang Sen couldn't help but squint his eyes.

I'm afraid this purchasing trip won't be too pleasant.

"Huh?"

The man in front heard Tang Sen's halting steps and turned around.

Tang Sen quickly put away his wallet and returned to his sluggish state before the other party saw him.

"Is the order only maintained for such a short time?" The man carefully looked at the skeleton in front of him for a while, and after confirming that the other party did not make any movements, he murmured to himself.

Then he shouted again: "In the name of Death, I command you to follow my steps!"

The two set off again, climbing over the wall from a hidden corner of the cemetery, avoiding the main road, and walking through the alleys.

From time to time, the shadow of the house covered the crimson moonlight, allowing Tang Sen to recover his physical body. Unfortunately, the man was just rushing along and did not notice this. Soon, the two came to the door of a townhouse.<

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The man cautiously looked at the houses on both sides to make sure no one noticed him. He quickly took out the key, opened the door carefully, and then looked back at Tang Sen: "I order you in the name of death, come in!"
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Then, he saw the skeleton soaked in the crimson moonlight, and seemed to reveal a strange smile.

"Is it a hallucination?" The man was slightly startled, and his mind, which was filled with fanatical thoughts, suddenly cooled down a bit.

He suddenly regretted his decision to take the resurrected dead home. Although the skeleton seemed to obey his orders completely, it was a dead thing after all.

"I can't sleep tonight, I have to keep an eye on him." The man thought cautiously, "When daybreak comes, I have to find a place that is secluded enough to hide him."

When I was thinking this, the skeleton had already approached, and the boundary line of the shadow of the house spread up from the feet of the skeleton.

Flesh and blood covered it inch by inch.

This weird scene grabbed the man's throat and almost froze his thinking. It wasn't until the flesh and blood completely covered the skeletal face, revealing the black hair and black pupils, that the man suddenly reacted. His hands and feet were cold, and he opened his arms.

My mouth wants to shout.

But Tang Sen took two hurried steps forward, covered his mouth, and then closed the door with his backhand.

"Professor Reid——"

Tang Sen said in a low voice: "You invited me in."

Professor Reid trembled all over, broke away from Tang Sen's hand, took a few steps back hastily, and sat down on the floor.

"You'd better not shout."

Before the other party couldn't help but scream again, Tang Sen said: "Think about what you did tonight."

"Professor Reid, you don't want your neighbors to know that you took your students to dig graves, right?"

The silent observation along the way was enough for Tang Sen to collect enough information and find the weakness of the frightened professor opposite.

Professor Reed made a hoarse sound of airflow in his throat. He gasped violently several times, and then he stammered: "I...I order you in the name of death...stand back! Get out of me."

house!"

Tang Sen remained motionless with a smile on his face.

"Unfortunately, the name of the God of Death does not seem to be able to command me."

Professor Reid's face turned pale, and he naturally realized this. From the moment the other party spoke, his excitement and enthusiasm for successfully resurrecting the dead had disappeared.

He sadly discovered that this strange being dug out of the grave by his own hands was acting all the way until it followed him into the room.

"You...what are you?" He stepped back with his feet on the ground until he hit the corner of the sofa in the living room: "What is your purpose!"

"Relax." Tang Sen looked at the room and noticed that the house was not big. After entering, there was a small living room with two sofas and a coffee table. Instead of hanging oil paintings on the wall, there were

There is a row of bookshelves.

On the other side of the living room is the dining room and kitchen, and there are stairs in the corner leading to the second floor.

Tang Sen walked over without politeness, sat down on the sofa, and picked up the books on the coffee table.

It is a collection of poems, and the language looks very ancient.

"Instead of asking me about my purpose, Professor Reid." Tang Sen flipped through the poetry collection casually and said softly: "Didn't you wake me up from my deep sleep?"

"I...I didn't..." Professor Reid couldn't even say a complete sentence in fear: "I thought..."

"You thought I was just an ordinary corpse." Tang Sen thoughtfully completed his words: "You just learned some specious occult knowledge and wanted to give it a try, but you didn't expect to succeed."
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"No...that's right." Professor Reid's fear was mixed with a trace of confusion: "But I didn't think..."

"You didn't think that I have my own thinking and it's not under your control." Tang Sen said regretfully:

"Sorry, I let you down."

"No...no." Seeing that Tang Sen never showed any malice, Professor Reid relaxed a little. He carefully climbed up from the ground, walked to the corner of the room farthest from Tang Sen and stood there.<

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"I'm sorry for waking you up..." He begged: "I won't tell anyone about your existence. You can also see that I am just an ordinary person. Can you let me go?"

"Of course." Tang Sen said without hesitation: "You should be able to see that I don't intend to hurt you, right?"

Professor Reid took a deep breath, forced out a pitiful smile, and said: "Then-"

"I have a lot of things I want to ask you." Tang Sen knew what he wanted to say. The frightened professor probably wanted to ask himself to leave his house.

So he interrupted the poor professor directly.

After holding on to the resurrected skeleton for so long, Tang Sen’s purpose was not just to scare him.

"You also know, Professor Reid." He said: "I just woke up from the grave and I lack understanding of this world."

Professor Reid opened his mouth and swallowed back what he was about to say. He coughed lightly and said, "You...what do you want to know?"

"Everything you know." Tang Sen smiled and said, "Of course, you can start with the simplest ones first."

"For example, where is this place?"

"I...my home." Professor Reid had just finished speaking, and realized that he had said nonsense, and quickly made up for it: "Specifically, Alka Street...in the North District of Backlund, and Hillston

District handover."

"Backlund." Tang Sen accurately found the key word. He murmured again, and the smile on his face disappeared.

This was not the term he expected to hear, although he had already made some guesses before this.

After all, the changes in the Shepherd, the Extraordinary Characteristics, the Crimson Moon, and the carrier of purchase funds all reminded him of what kind of world this was.

Crazy, weird, indescribable, full of malice, and extremely dangerous.

This is the world of the Lord of Mysteries.

Tang Sen has naturally read this work. As a reader, he was deeply attracted by the mysterious world described in the original work and the complex and magical potion system. But if he was asked to choose the world he least wanted to travel through,

, I’m afraid this world will be one of them.

"In this case, the blacked-out text will be easy to understand."

There are gods in this world, not the gods in folklore that Tang Sen has heard of, but more bizarre, crazier, and most of them malicious beings.
To be continued...