Wen Rensheng rushed to Dongdu in person and, under Xiao Huan's guidance, went to the basement.
Takeaway lunch boxes piled up like a mountain in the yard, exuding a sour smell.
This reminded Wen Rensheng of a piece of news in his previous life. A 70-year-old Dongdao man had not stepped out of his house since he was in his twenties. He had stayed at home for more than forty years, and the takeaway garbage at home had accumulated.
It's a mountain, and you have to step on it to get into your home.
And here, it's almost there.
In the basement, there is a circle of computer screens, and some people's actions are also played on the screen.
A man was lying on the ground, bleeding from his mouth.
"He took potassium cyanide." Xiao Huan explained helpfully.
Wen Rensheng used a little bit of his energy to explore the past.
It was found that the other party was completely dead.
After scanning it, he asked, "Have you ever used spiritualism?"
"Uh, I forgot." Xiao Huan said, rubbing the back of his head.
Wen Rensheng did not criticize her and directly began to draw the spiritualism ritual on the spot.
After the drawing is completed, it is started, but this startup has no effect.
Not to mention a ghost, not even a gust of wind.
"As expected." Wen Rensheng shook his head.
"Ah, Lao Wen, it seems that your skills are not good either?" Xiao Huan said with a wink.
"Nothing works. This shows that there is something fishy about this kid's death. He probably hid his soul. He knew that a mortal body could not escape the search, so he used death to escape." Wen Rensheng said simply.
Revealed the true purpose of Yamai Sohei.
"But everyone is dead, how can he escape?" Xiao Huanxi didn't understand.
"People can be resurrected after death, not to mention that he is playing Baldur's Gate. He must know how the God of Slaughter prepares for his resurrection. I think he should put the mechanism of resurrection on those sons of gods." Wenren said.
Sheng explained.
"Such a cunning statement almost deceived the very smart me!" Xiao Huan was shocked.
"The next step is to capture all the remaining sons of gods. Don't leave any one behind." Wen Rensheng said.
"Well, I'm sure I won't let this cunning guy get away again!"
Xiao Huan assured her.
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Xiaohuan's guarantee is of course weak.
She arrested more than 10,000 people, but after testing these 10,000 people, no extra souls were found.
"Strange, who did he hide his soul in?" She was puzzled.
"Uh, why don't you ask Aihandeb about this?" Wen Rensheng also felt a little troubled.
This time, although the opponent is weak enough, he is cunning enough and ruthless enough. He is indeed a native of Dongdao, and his own life does not matter.
"Oh, I'll ask him right now." Xiao Huan didn't have the option of being embarrassed.
After a while, she suddenly said, "Lao Ai said that the other person has hidden his soul in another world. If we want to catch him, we must go there in person."
"Uh, is it another new world? How to get there?" Wen Rensheng became interested. Both new worlds brought him great benefits.
"Lao Ai said he can send us there."
"Why is he so active?" Wen Rensheng was immediately suspicious. This old guy was not easy to talk to.
"He said he wanted to see something new, and he was a little tired of watching us spinning around on the earth."
"Haha, this old Bangchui, does he really think of himself as an audience in front of the TV? He didn't expect that watching TV can scare people to death." Wen Rensheng snorted coldly.
Who wants to act for others to see?
Maybe someone is willing, but it's definitely not him.
"Uh, I want to go over and play." Xiao Huan doesn't care about acting for others.
"Okay then, let me think about it and send the puppet over."
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"When a name is heard, people rise."
"Professional War/Magic/Pastoral."
"Power 25."
"Agility 25."
"Physique 25."
“Wisdom 25.”
"Intelligence 25."
“Charm 25.”
When Wen Rensheng's puppet appeared in a Western fantasy world, a game panel appeared in front of him, showing his attributes.
At one glance, he understood that this was the attribute panel of Baldur's Gate.
Look at the tall and pointed towers and stone houses around us. Aren't these typical Western-style buildings?
Could it be that he came to the world of Baldur's Gate?
Speaking of which, was this world also created by those disaster creatures, or was it derived by itself?
Just as he was thinking about it, a Western man in a cloak walked up to him. He looked a bit old and was not tall. His whole person gave off an aura of not doing his job properly.
"Hey, man, this must be your first time coming to Ascaltra, right? For just one gold coin, I can tell you everything here, everything!" the man said exaggeratedly.
"Really? Here you go." Wen Rensheng turned his palm over, and a gold coin appeared in his palm.
The man immediately wanted to take it away, but his move failed.
"First tell me what you know." Wen Rensheng said calmly.
"Your agility must be very high, because no one can avoid Kensent's hand." The man was a little surprised, and then told Wen Rensheng about Ascatella's situation.
Through this Kensent, Wen Rensheng knew that this place was similar to the background of the game, Askatra, the capital of Amn. It was also a free port, a gold coin city, advocating commerce, and a land of merchants.
Wen Rensheng became more and more certain that there was a disaster that extracted the game Baldur's Gate from the earth and really made it into a world.
It's just that the game world can ignore countless b's, because it can be made up by the player's brain, but in the real world, if there are b's, it will collapse in minutes. Refer to the first generation biosphere built by humans, it is because a few small places were not taken into account, leading to biological cycles
It collapsed and was not perfected until later.
"I'm looking for a person's soul. Do you know where I can find it?" Wen Rensheng asked suddenly.
"Of course, as long as you have enough gold coins, you can have as many souls as you want."
"I want to find a specific soul." Wen Rensheng continued.
"That's very simple, as long as you tell him his name and his appearance, that's it." Kensent affirmed.
Wen Rensheng suddenly smiled and said, "I think you must be a liar."
"Why do you say that?" Kensent asked doubtfully.
"Because there is no one who can do this in the world of Faerûn. Even if the God of Death collects souls and distributes them to the gods, there will still be demons who come to steal the souls." Wen Rensheng said calmly.
"It seems that you are not an ordinary person. That's right. How can a person who can save gold coins from the incarnation of God be ordinary?" Kensent smiled.
Then in Wen Rensheng's eyes, a flash of smoke flashed over the cloaked man's head, and then a leopard's head appeared.
