I'm weird in Tokyo

Chapter 215 212. System Protection Ability!

He successfully fooled An Xiaoxiao, and sold to An Xiaoxiao the leg ring he got from the woman in the dance hall last night at a high price, the vendor was overjoyed.

After sending An Xiaoxiao away enthusiastically, and confirming that An Xiaoxiao disappeared at the end of the street and would not return for a while, the vendor immediately cleaned up his stall full of inferior mechanical products.

He's running now.

Although An Xiaoxiao didn't have much social experience, he just observed that An Xiaoxiao was carrying all kinds of ingredients in his hands, and it was obvious that she didn't eat so many rich ingredients by herself.

Through An Xiaoxiao's words and actions, the vendor can be sure that there are other people in An Xiaoxiao's family, and they are probably very close people.

An Xiaoxiao is so innocent, she must be well protected by her family.

After she goes back, she will probably show off that she bought a self-defense attack speed leg ring, so that the people at home who are waiting for her to cook can rest assured of her.

Once she introduces her like this, the person in her family who cares for her will definitely know that she has been cheated.

In order to prevent the other party from coming to find him, this is not the first time the small vendor who has done this kind of thing is going to run away with money.

Avoid the limelight first, wait for a while before he comes out and continues to do business.

The small street vendor who thinks he is so smart doesn't know that he is now being targeted by Kurosaki Ryoma.

Dare to fool around on Kurosaki Ryoma's servant, and was also seen by Kurosaki Ryoma, his next fate is doomed.

After packing up the stall, the peddler started his escape with money.

Loitering around the streets of Cyber ​​City, making sure no one was following him, the peddler made his way to an out-of-the-way part of the city.

In the past, when he did some business that harmed others and benefited himself, he came here to avoid the limelight.

Just as he was about to step into the hut, he stopped.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but the hut in front of him looked like a huge black mouth.

"Am I hallucinating?"

The small vendor rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the so-called hallucinations.

However, after rubbing his eyes, he found that the huge black mouth in front of him became more real.

A gloomy and terrifying atmosphere came oncoming, and traces of lingering black mist gushed out of it, filling every corner of this area in an instant.

Chaotic whispers came from all directions as the black mist gushed out, surrounding him.

Fear quietly grew, and cold sweat broke out on the vendor's forehead.

He had a strong premonition in his heart that if he went in, he would die inside.

This is the era of mechanical punk. As a person of this era, small vendors shouldn't believe that there is such a thing.

But driven by the desire to survive deep in his heart, the vendor instinctively wanted to escape here.

"I can't stay here for long..."

Muttering something to himself, the vendor's voice trembled all the way because of fear.

Not wanting to stay here for a moment, the peddler turned around and tried to move but couldn't move.

He lowered his head tremblingly, and found that his feet were being tightly grasped by two sticky, skinny black hands.

And the ground he stepped on was filled with filthy sticky black water at some point.

In addition to the two sticky black hands that grabbed him, one sticky black hand after another protruded from the ground covered in black water.

Those black hands writhed crazily on the black water, dancing wildly as if they were dancing a dance declaring death.

The small vendors were completely taken aback.

How could such a magical scene appear in the age of mechanical punk with such advanced technology?
Isn't this kind of horror that does not conform to scientific logic only in movies?

The brain is like a crashed computer, and the peddler is completely in a state of confusion and his thinking is stagnant.

It wasn't until he felt his hair was wet that the peddler recovered from the horrifying scene.

Suppressing the fear in his heart, the peddler slowly raised his head to see what was dripping water on his head.

It was good not to raise his head, but when he raised his head, a scene that frightened him even more appeared.

A thick and long black tongue was hanging above his head, continuously dripping saliva like saliva.

"What the hell is this place, I want to get out of here!"

Finally, the peddler couldn't stand the horrible scenes here one after another, and let out a hoarse cry of collapse.

He struggled desperately, trying to get rid of the shackles of the black hand.

But no matter how he struggled, he was firmly restrained by the black hands protruding from the black water.

Originally, it was fine if he didn't struggle, but now that he struggled, the wildly writhing black hands around him stopped dancing wildly and stretched towards him at a crazy speed.

This time, not only his legs were bound, but his whole body was wrapped around by black hands that could be shaped at will.

In a short while, all parts of him except his head were tightly wrapped by black hands.

The peddler cried.

He didn't do anything bad, but he often did some deceitful business. Why did he encounter such a horrible thing?

The black tongue continued to drip viscous liquid to the top of his head, and the originally quiet black tongue became agitated.

"You...what are you going to do?"

Under the horrified eyes of the peddler, the squirming black tongue suddenly fell, wrapping him and sinking into the huge black mouth formed by the original house.

Bang!
The huge black mouth made the dull sound of the door being forced to close, closing from top to bottom.

Accompanied by a desperate roar of being eaten, the black tide here gradually faded away.

The black water, black hands, black mist, and black tongue all dispersed, and there was no difference from usual here, as if all the horrible scenes just now had never happened.

Except for the pile of shoddy mechanical products dropped at the door, which proved that a small street vendor who specialized in cheating came here, there was nothing left.

At this point in the screen, Kurosaki Ryoma, who was sitting in An Xiaoxiao's home, stopped watching the vendor's execution.

At the same time, a string of words appeared in the center of his weird system interface:

[Achievement achieved: Black-hearted traders of counterfeit and inferior products will not see the sun the next day! 】

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Nai Heiying next to the string of words also made an enthusiastic voice.

【Master, are you satisfied with the service this time? 】

"It's not bad, Xiao Nai, are the strange scenes that appeared when the peddler was executed just now a manifestation of the system's capabilities?"

Kurosaki Ryoma is quite satisfied with Xiao Nai and the system's clean service this time, but he is a little confused about whether the weirdness that appeared just now is the ability of his weird system.

Facing Kurosaki Ryoma's question, Xiao Nai also patiently answered his questions.

[Yes, master, those strange scenes are indeed the ability of the system.

To be more precise, it is the protection ability of the system, in order to protect you when you encounter dangers far beyond your current strength! 】

While digesting the information provided by Xiao Nai, Kurosaki Ryoma continued to ask:
"You said that, I remembered, the last time I met the Cthulhu Gluttonous God Servant that I couldn't deal with for the time being at the barbecue restaurant, it was the system's own protection ability that helped me settle it?"

[Yes, master, so there is a system, you don't have to worry about any dangers, it doesn't matter if you mess around, the system will solve all your troubles for you! 】

(End of this chapter)