The ring, which had turned silver-gray, showed no response.
Ren stared with dead eyes and shouted persistently: "Brother Headless, for a big shot like you, a small villa with sea view, three bedrooms and one living room, swimming pool and rooftop garden, that is the basic configuration of your residence!
How could you condescend to hide in a cramped little ring..."
"Hey, bro, can you give me a message?"
Under the bright moonlight, Ren was chattering to the ring, but unexpectedly, the Headless Horseman was very cold and did not respond at all.
Sighing, Ren was reluctant to throw away the hot storage ring. Not only was it valuable, but it was also Kesha's heart. If she lost it, she would be angry.
Although she looked like a gentle little woman in front of him, in fact, she was difficult to coax.
The crisis was temporarily over. He walked back and saw a drunken man lying on the ground, fast asleep with a lewd smile on his face. He was obviously having an erotic dream.
Ren was very speechless. Among the four passengers, this one was an ordinary person. The lady was possessed by a demon. The folklorist seemed to be a [Druid].
That skinny little old man was a first-level transcendent, and should be a [Witch Doctor]. This profession is good at cultivating exotic animals and exotic flowers and plants, and using them to make various potions with magical effects.
The black ointment the little old man applied to the injured groom last time was very effective in treating the trauma.
However, this drunkard was also very lucky. During the day, he was not shot to death by the feathers of the sand sculpture while standing there stupidly. At night, he and Susanna rescued him from the demon, and the Headless Horseman ignored him.
I have walked several times before the gate of hell, and now I still have all the parts on my body. I can only say that stupid people are lucky.
When Renn carried the drunk man back to the convoy, Garcia, who was smoking, almost stared out of his eyes and was very shocked: "Brother, you are still alive? After Susanna said that you encountered the headless horseman, I just said
Your moment of silence is over!”
Renn put down the drunkard, patted his shoulder, and said very calmly: "Don't worry, brother, I'm fine. I've beaten the Headless Horseman away."
"It's okay. The Headless Horseman was beaten away by you...what?!" Garcia was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue and dropped his cigarette to the ground.
Ren said calmly: "That's right, I fought the Headless Horseman for three hundred rounds, killing the sun and the moon until there was no light, the sky and the earth were pale, the mountains collapsed, the ground cracked, the water flowed backwards, and the ghosts were worried!
I was at a disadvantage at the beginning, but I was not afraid of danger and persisted. Then I exploded, broke through, and made a comeback!
In the end, he was convinced by me, and he changed his mind and became a new person... well, a ghost again."
After saying this, Ren glanced at the storage ring in his hand and found that the headless brother had no reaction. I guess he acquiesced and felt a little calmer.
Headless Horseman:(●—●)
Garcia looked like you were teasing me: "Brother, stop being funny, you are only at the third level. Many master-level extraordinary beings cannot defeat that evil ghost!"
Ren snorted disdainfully when he heard this: "Who am I? Genius! It's just a challenge to move up a level. In my hometown (Earth), if a peer pops up at random, the third level can kill a saint. That's awesome.
, maybe the second level is enough!
Don't ask, if you ask, it means I am gifted with a holy body and a divine body, if you ask again, I have a deep foundation and am invincible at the same level, and if you ask, I have secret skills that are astonishing!
That’s right, there are thousands of people as awesome as me!”
Garcia's face twitched: "Your hometown is terrible."
The third-level Death Saint and the Sun King are not as powerful as you!
Ren waved his hand and said calmly: "I know you don't believe it. You can go to the west slope and have a look. The ground there is cracked!"
The Headless Horseman went crazy just now and really cracked the ground.
Garcia looked suspicious. This was too good to be true. He walked there cautiously and tried to verify it.
At this time, Susanna came out of the tent after hearing the noise. She ran over quickly and hugged Ren.
"Great, I thought you were dead, were you not injured?" Susanna's eyes were red, she thought he was dead.
Ren was stunned for a moment as he was hugged, recalling the feeling of the opponent hitting someone with the ball. He compared Kesha and found that their cup sizes were almost the same.
Renn smiled easily: "Why, you are so moved that you want to commit yourself to me?"
Realizing that she was a bit rude, Susanna immediately let go and took a few steps back, snorting: "That's a nice thought, do you think my sister is so casual?"
However, this time I owe you a favor and I can sleep with you for three nights for free."
Ren pretended to be serious and sighed, with a hint of Dandan's sadness in his tone: "I thought our friendship was life and death, but it turned out to be just a PY transaction."
Susanna patted him on the head and said angrily: "Come on, do you still want to keep having sex for nothing?"
This feeling is good, ah, I am not that kind of person!
Ren quickly spread his hands: "That's not true, I have an owner of the famous grass. However, I hope you will take me to find an indigenous tribe when you arrive in Orange Town."
"Do you want the Red Heart Grass? Or the Wind Potion?" Susanna asked with a little surprise in her beautiful eyes.
Wind potion? What the hell?
Ren's eyes widened. He had only drank from natural sources and had never obtained other potions, but of course there were other types of potions in this world.
He took the initiative to ask Susanna, and after her explanation, Ren learned that this was a potion unique to the Kangao people, and its secret recipe is still a secret.
Like natural sources, the Wind Potion is also a first-level magic potion, but its effects are different.
It can increase a person's body flexibility, make the person more flexible and agile, and can also slightly improve dynamic vision and nerve reaction speed.
After knowing that there was such a good thing, Ren's eyes became hot and he included the blast potion among the goals of this trip.
"Can you take me to find a small tribe of indigenous people?" Renn stared at Susanna longingly.
Susanna is from Xiangcheng Town. She is familiar with the terrain and is a good guide.
"I need to think about this."
There was some confusion on her face. The Kangao people were not hospitable at all, and the natives of the Pugni Plain were very cruel and savage.
Especially those primitive tribes that do not communicate with the outside world even retain the custom of 'headhunting'.
A hundred years ago, Charles IV gave them a beating and killed many people, and they became more honest, but most of them still had strong hostility towards outsiders.
"Ahem!"
A cough interrupted the conversation between Ren and Susanna.
The scholar in a suit, gold-rimmed glasses, and long eyebrows came over and said, "Sorry to bother you, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation, I just came out to get some fresh air."
He paused slightly and then continued: "I also want to go to the Kangao tribe, and it would be best to see how the aborigines there live.
I heard that their tribe has retained some interesting primitive cultural features, which are suspected to be related to the wraiths..."
