"Old gambler, you are not a matchmaker. If I want one, can you still get me one?"
Lin Tianze responded with a smile from a distance and glanced at the wooden frame.
Then he withdrew his gaze and walked towards the old ghost.
On the one hand, Lin Tianze knew that he was not strong enough to pick up this thing. Since he couldn't take it away, he had no choice but to throw it away.
Wooden racks are excessive items in the game and can be synthesized by spending 20 wood. Their function is to store small items such as potions.
[Item: wooden frame]
〖Can be placed to increase room comfort〗
〖Items of suitable size and weight can be stored on the shelf. The larger and heavier the item, the smaller the quantity that can be stored〗
Compared with space storage boxes made of wood and metal ingots, wooden shelves are just tasteless decorative items that are a pity to throw away. It is not a pity to throw them away.
In Lin Tianze's impression, the biggest role of the wooden shelf is that by collecting 10 units of ancient books from the ruins and adding 20 pieces of wood, a production site "bookshelf" can be synthesized at the workbench.
If it were a bookshelf that could make books and other items, Lin Tianze might not be able to do it so easily. Now, it's just a semi-finished wooden shelf.
As a person with a flexible moral bottom line, Lin Tianze decided to use the ancestral secrets of the Fourth Natural Disaster to "pick up" ancient books from the homes of kind and friendly villagers in another world. He would use them to make a bookshelf. If he didn't have it, he would visit us later. Just pick one up and use it when you come back.
The only thing Lin Tianze is afraid of is that the books in this world will not be able to be combined into a bookshelf because the painting style does not match.
After all, as a book in the magical world, it is only a parchment scroll collected from ruins.
Anyone can understand books about the feudal era.
As a parallel world, paper, which is still one of the four great inventions, was invented as early as the Han Dynasty.
Although books nowadays are slightly monopolized by lords and lords from aristocratic families.
It is really difficult to collect all 10 parchments that Goldfinger recognized as books, and you might get stuck at that step.
"Hey, if you really want it, I can really get you one." The old gambler said with a teasing wink, "I'm just afraid that the girl will dislike you, a little novice monk who is still a secular person."
"Dislike it? Between the mass graves and the lonely ghosts in these eight villages, which ghost is more upright and fairer than me. In terms of talent, there are a few ghosts like you who can read and write their own names before and after their lives."
The sloppy old man scratched his messy hair and stared at Lin Tianze as if looking at some treasure.
"Huh? Brother Lin, when you say this, I suddenly realize that your conditions are too good, and you really can't find any faults."
"In addition, you were born with offensive ghost skills as soon as you became a ghost. You have good looks, talents, and abilities. I heard that there is a big ghost in Shiliting Town who has practiced for more than 600 years, but I have not found it yet. Partner, I think you can..."
"Stop it...stop it..." Lin Tianze took seven or eight steps forward to stop the other party's nonsense.
When the ghosts in the underworld mention this, it is comparable to some people's aunts, six mothers-in-law and relatives urging them to get married during the Chinese New Year.
Lin Tianze also had a little understanding of this. This was a result of the iron law of reincarnation in the underworld.
I don’t know which ghosts and gods from the underworld set the rules, saying that weddings and funerals are necessary stages in life, and that passing on incense to ancestors cannot go against human ethics.
Lin Tianze felt speechless. This push for marriage is really hell. No one wants to die early! How does it affect you? There is a rule that unmarried male ghosts and female ghosts cannot be reincarnated.
Stopping the other party's continued teasing, Lin Tianze joked back to the sloppy old man who came to him.
"Old gambler, where did your daughter come from to introduce me to you? Could it be that she is your descendant in the mortal world? Your granddaughter and granddaughter remembered you, an old man, and burned paper on your grave to establish contact so that you can see them."
"Fuck you, I did not do human affairs during my lifetime. I sold my wife, children, and children. I figured it out before I died. Unfortunately, it was too late to regret it! I dug a hole and buried myself."
It won’t hinder their eyes either. As the saying goes, out of sight and out of mind, future generations won’t be able to find my grave, and I don’t want to see them clean and divided!”
"Really?" Lin Tianze stared straight at the sloppy old man, and had an intuition that he could see through the other person's inner thoughts beneath the surface.
"You think even if they know where your grave is, they won't go to your grave and burn half a piece of paper. No one will feel sorry for your death. Your children will not leave a drop of tears. They will only be relieved. You are afraid
When you see them smiling, come to your grave and scold you, right?"
"You...you...you..." The slovenly old man looked like a scar had been uncovered. His originally bloodless face was now as purple as pig liver. He pointed angrily at Lin Tianze and was about to explode.
"Stop! Old gambler, please wait for a moment." Lin Tianze took the lead and spoke to stop the old ghost. His brows suddenly furrowed. Those words were not what I wanted to say, but what I could see.
I always thought that after becoming a ghost, I could see different things. I thought it was myopia that caused me to have floaters.
"Stop..."
"I want you to be quiet." Lin Tianze's angry voice echoed in the mountains and forests at night. The wooden sword appeared in his hand, aiming at the old gambler who was affecting his thinking.
Lin Tianze also felt that what he said was a bit ridiculous, but it was indeed true.
It was just a normal joking chat, but when I looked at this old ghost, my vision suddenly blurred, and the world in front of me changed.
To be precise, this old ghost has changed.
His face, body, and limbs were all covered with words, and these words were the simplified Chinese characters of Lin Tianze's previous life.
Countless words are like advertisements on modern squares and electronic advertising screens, running slowly on the old ghost's body.
Lin Tianze subconsciously read a line of text running on the other person's chest.
Because I became a spiritual body, the problem of "concentration" caused me to focus most of my attention on these words.
Then he read it out unconsciously. After reading out all these words, Lin Tianze suddenly realized that the words he read seemed too much for this old man.
Then when Lin Tianze was distracted, his vision became momentarily blurry again.
After that, the world in front of Lin Tianze returned to normal, and the words on the old gambler's body also disappeared completely.
Lin Tianze ignored him, his anger was suppressed by the wooden sword, and his expression became ugly.
His brain was working rapidly, analyzing what text he was seeing now? Why did he see such a thing?
Don’t you have a second golden finger?
The old gambler, who was about to explode, looked at the wooden sword that was almost attached to his waist. Knowing how powerful this sword was, he could only suppress the shame and anger of having the scar opened.
Waiting for Lin Tianze, who was wandering in the world, to come back to his senses again.
The old drug addict didn't have to wait long, one by one might be proposed by Lin Tianze, and then one by one might be eliminated.
Excluding most of the reasons that he could think of, Lin Tianze felt that he should have found the answer.
After eliminating all possibilities.
There is only one answer, ghost magic.
From the perspective of this world, life is yang and death is yin.
After death, due to separation from the body (entity), the imbalance of yin and yang becomes a pure yin thing (soul).
The soul cannot move in the human world, so it can only move in the underworld (a level inaccessible to living people).
One drink and one peck, could it be destiny that after death, the balance of yin and yang is broken, and all ghosts will naturally accumulate some extremely weak spiritual power.
Then, based on the obsessions before death, or the occupation held during life, or the hidden innate characteristics, ghosts can use their weak spiritual power to display various special abilities after death.
Common ghosts can break walls, cause hallucinations, turn into adults to confuse others, and make people think they can hear the voices of their loved ones. These abilities are collectively referred to as ghost magic.
I have used a golden finger to disguise myself as a blessing-type ghost technique. While deceiving others, I almost forgot that as a ghost, I can theoretically have special abilities.
Putting away the wooden sword in his hand, Lin Tianze bowed his hand to the other party apologetically.
With one lie, a second lie is needed to conceal it.
Lin Tianze quickly organized the words in his mind, and in a few words he was able to explain away his strange behavior and performance just now.
There was something wrong with my cultivation, and I became obsessed with demons and ghosts, so I lost my mind.
This reason is not a reason, but it is still somewhat credible. Is it normal for a ghost to go crazy?
As for the old man who has experienced ups and downs, and his brain is a bit down, believe it or not.
Does it matter?
As a superficial friend whom I cut from the east side of the mass grave to the west side, if we part ways since then, will it affect my life?
The answer is: no.
He and I were not on the same path to begin with, so there was no point in parting ways.
Friendship? Friends? A Piao, a different world from my own species, is a bit far away.
I have to say, this is really sad. With age and mental maturity, I don’t know when, just like the villain in a murder case caused by a steamed bun, I lost the innocence of trusting others.