"I don't know the origin of these words either..." Feng Ling said weakly.
"What does this weird thing look like? A box of mithril. No matter how terrifying and violent it is, it would have been killed by humans long ago. Money touches people's hearts. Aren't humans in your world greedy for money?"
Pan Hao winked and said, "It's not difficult to kill such a physical monster, right? One missile isn't enough, so use two to knock it over to the ground and peel off the mithril on it."
Feng Ling clenched her fists, a little nervous, recalling the horrific scenes in the elevator room.
She didn't know how to explain.
"In that...our world, this kind of...mithril weirdness is not very common."
Finally, she took out the dark hatchet.
A very powerful wonder!
For some reason, Pan Hao had this feeling in his heart: This knife is the real highlight, and can even become the foundation of a small country.
In comparison, that lump of mithril is nothing.
He took a deep breath and looked at the hatchet excitedly for a moment.
A hot breath came from the blade, and unconsciously, it gave people a strong desire to kill.
Pan Hao closed his eyes. After a few seconds, his eyes regained clarity: "Put it away first. Don't let others see this knife."
"That's right." He rummaged through the box and found a piece of leather, and said with some reluctance, "use this piece of leather to wrap it up. This is a rare treasure left by the saint."
Sure enough, after wrapping the hatchet in leather, it no longer showed any murderous aura. It seemed to have turned into an ordinary knife, with restrained murderous aura.
"Was this knife also snatched from Weird?"
"Yes...yes." Feng Ling nodded vigorously.
Pan Hao took a sip of tea and thought hard in his mind. In the past, with such huge benefits in front of him, he might have been jealous and greedy.
But after seeing a wider world, his pursuit of material things is actually not that big anymore.
My life is going well now, I am just a little curious and have no interest in the idea of robbing by force.
In addition, this little girl is involved with the saint, and may even be under the saint's gaze... it is even more impossible for her to have any bad thoughts.
Pan Hao was silent for a moment, shook his head and said: "Although things are good, as an elite from another world, you should also know the rules of the world. Ordinary economic interests cannot allow a world to take huge risks to save it."
another world."
"Only a saint would have compassion and go to great lengths to save you."
"How did you come to this world?"
"I came here by elevator...I...I was actually dead, but for some reason, I came back to life..." Feng Ling organized the prophecy a little and briefly described the whole process.
But in Pan Hao's ears, this experience was nothing short of thunderous!
This...isn't this similar to his experience?
He was a person who "should" die.
He should have died in Arcadia Village, the same fate as the rest of the expedition.
But now, he survived.
The ability to turn back time!
Pan Hao couldn't help but smile with joy: "I see, you are here because of the saint's help."
"I'm just saying, how can a little girl like you handle such a difficult thing as 'traveling' and still get so many trophies? If you could travel easily, the world would have been in chaos."
"Where is that elevator?"
"Disappeared……"
After discovering the traces of the saint, Lao Pan was extremely enthusiastic. He walked around the room and drank a glass of water. The high-quality Tieguanyin could not quench his enthusiastic heart.
He is like a fanatical believer in a religion who is about to see the god he believes in, even if there is only one believer in this religion.
This kind of fanatical feeling is unimaginable to others.
But he was a little scared, and extreme fear slowly grew deep in his heart.
Feng Ling looked at his enthusiastic look, closed her eyes, felt the flame in her mind, and asked cautiously: "Who is the saint...?"
Pan Haodao: "Actually, I have been thinking about who the saint is and whether he is a human being... I always feel that he is not a real human being. This is actually better!"
"The power of a saint cannot be possessed by humans. You don't have to think too much about it, as long as he is silently helping us."
"Since the saint helped you and came to this world, he must have his intentions. There has been a game between him and the terrifying existence in your world. Let me think about what his intentions are..." Pan Hao calmed his head and thought hard.
stand up.
Now, he really wants to do something meaningful!
As the only survivor who escaped from Taoyuan Village, he naturally knew a lot of information, and he quickly thought of the "anchoring dispute".
It is difficult to defeat a real "devil" head-on. The only way is to remove the anchor and make it sink.
But what is the use of the saint bringing this woman here?
This woman only has a small ability, and is obviously not the main anchor of the "Unknown Demon God". What's the use of bringing her here?
There was a soft "pop" and a strange sound came from the next room.
"Wait a minute." Pan Hao quickly ran over to take a look.
When I saw the scene inside, my heart almost stopped beating!
In this room, there is a statue of a saint enshrined, but now, the statue is cracked, just like the wooden statue in Ganlu Temple in Taoyuan Village, with its head split into two halves.
"Fa, what happened?"
His entire scalp was numb, the confusion and unknown suddenly surged into his soul, and goosebumps arose on his skin.
That feverish feeling gradually disappeared.
(What does this mean... saint... this statue is just an ordinary white jade, not a rare thing...)
(Why did it suddenly break?)
I thought about it for a while.
(The game with the devil is not a game, nor is victory inevitable. The dangers involved are unimaginable... I understand. I was rash just now. Facing a woman who has traveled through time, I should be suspicious and cautious. Saint
This is reminding me.)
Thinking of this, I was sweating profusely and almost overturned!
After living a comfortable life for too long, it’s hard to make the switch.
Pan Hao's pupils dilated and he thought of another possibility.
(This woman may be the hidden anchor of the unknown demon, but she doesn't know it... The saint may also have done some kind of trick on her. I have to test her.)
He rummaged through the boxes for a while and found a delicate box containing an insignificant bunch of fluff.
Although it is insignificant, it is a sacred beast in ancient mythology. The down of the nine-color deer has been Pan Hao's most proud collection in the past few decades.