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"Take care, boss! Come visit Ancheng when you have time. I'll treat you to some fun. Mingyang City is fine too, but Lao Xie probably won't invite you to play adult games. He's too serious," the Ancheng Department Head said cheerfully.

Wu Wang and the two of them exchanged information for a while.

They confirmed the reward for completing the "Haunted Village" walkthrough and he satisfied a few minor questions of his.

Those were about the impact of the instance on reality and the existence of Calamity Holes.

The truth was even more shocking than Wu Wang had imagined.

Although the saying goes that history is like a little girl who can be dressed up however you like, Wu Wang never thought she could wear so many strange clothes.

He learned from Xie Zhi that—

The influence of instances on reality isn't just something that's happening in modern times. Humanity's distant past has also been altered by contemporary or future players.

Because there was a player who experienced and cleared an instance set in ancient history.

He played the role of a lieutenant general in it.

The ultimate goal of that single-player mission was to win a small battle.

Afterwards, the Bureau of Unusual Matters investigated that history.

They were shocked to discover that the method by which the lieutenant general won the battle, as recorded in the annals, almost perfectly matched the actions of that player.

The only difference was that some of the tools and equipment from the Spirit Disaster game were rationalized in the historical records, and there was no mention of products that didn't belong to that era.

"Fortunately, this type of instance has an extremely low probability of appearing. 99% of players will never encounter one in their lifetime," Xie Zhi said with relief.

Indeed, if a large number of players could experience instances that affect reality, things would have gone haywire long ago.

Wu Wang obtained the information he wanted.

He agreed to contact the Ancheng Department Head or Xie Zhi in three days to personally hand over the walkthrough to one of them, and they would bring the corresponding reward.

In reality, this was just a pretense.

After all, Wu Wang would only go to Xie Zhi.

He couldn't stay in Ancheng forever.

He would eventually have to return to Mingyang City. Otherwise, if he was away from home for three or four days, his second sister, that kitchen destroyer, would probably be eating instant noodles for every meal, and her nutrition wouldn't keep up!

Of course, the transaction for the extra money could be appropriately delayed for a while.

Nightmare-level instances weren't easy to find, and Wu Wang wasn't the type to push his luck.

After confirming the time, the Ancheng Department Head dispelled the barrier. That item could be actively deactivated by the caster, otherwise, it would last for 24 hours.

Leaving Yin Yuan Mountain, he returned to the city.

Wu Wang booked a high-speed train ticket back to Mingyang City for tomorrow. Of course, he was still using a fake identity.

He could just find a hotel to spend the night.

He hadn't been walking on the street for long when—

He was stopped by a woman with heavy makeup and slightly revealing clothing.

The strong, pungent perfume on her body almost made him black out.

"Handsome, looking for a place to stay? We also offer special ethnic dance services here," the woman winked at Wu Wang.

Her intentions were obvious.

It was late at night, and there were few pedestrians on the street.

As a result, some shady gray industries surfaced and started working.

Wu Wang suddenly realized and, after looking around, lowered his voice and asked cautiously, "What kind of ethnic dance? What kind of costumes?"

The woman's eyes lit up at this.

She didn't expect that her casual question would actually interest this seemingly serious young man. It seemed she was going to get her first customer of the night!

So, smiling charmingly, she gently hooked Wu Wang's arm and whispered in his ear, "Of course, it's that kind… ethnic dance without clothes. How about it? I can give you a discount."

Unexpectedly, Wu Wang's face immediately darkened.

He slapped her hand away.

Muttering and cursing, he said, "Crazy woman! How am I supposed to know which ethnic group you are if you're not wearing clothes? Trying to pretend to be a minority to trick me into watching a fake performance to scam money? I'm not falling for that!"

With that, Wu Wang's figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

Leaving the streetwalker alone, disheveled in the wind.

Only after a moment did she recover and curse through gritted teeth, "Grass mud horse! You're the crazy one! You really think you're watching ethnic dance? Look at you @\u0026!%"

The curses behind him gradually faded as he quickened his pace.

Wu Wang cheerfully found a decent-looking hotel.

He took out Zhang Weihao's good brother's ID card, checked into a room, and lay down contentedly.

He opened the Daily Shop and started browsing.

He had seen an item before that he was quite interested in.

But because of the Yin Yuan Village incident, he didn't have time to take a closer look and figure out how to buy it. Now he finally had time to study this shop.

[Avalon Sheath Low-Quality Replica (Common)]

[When the holder inserts their sword into the sheath, the aura of their sword will be completely concealed, and in the absence of drawing the sword, the sheath will slightly increase the holder's resistance, reducing incoming damage]

[Note: Saber! The King Arthur who loses her scabbard will eventually lose Britain!]

[The attributes are trash, but so what? This is just a low-quality replica, what do you expect? — From the blacksmith player (Gan Jiang Moye)]

Seeing the note at the end, this equipment was actually created by a player?

Wu Wang was a little surprised.

It seemed that there were some skills within the Spirit Disaster game that could forge equipment, and presumably items could also be made, like potions in RPG games.

Speaking of which.

Although this scabbard was [Common] grade.

But its effect was quite suitable for him now.

The effect of [Xiaochuan] could only be seen when it was held, but it was a broken sword, and it was strange to hang it on his body. Moreover, anyone with eyes could immediately see that this sword was extraordinary.

Otherwise, who would hang a broken sword on their body if it didn't have some special effect?

That broken sword was also flashing with purple-red eerie light.

If the scabbard could help conceal its aura, it wouldn't easily attract attention.

Now the only problem was—

The price wasn't very nice.

Wu Wang glanced at the Disaster Coin figure.

[3000]

It seemed that he only had the two thousand Disaster Coins given for clearing [Haunted Village]. Where could he find the missing thousand?

The transaction with the Bureau of Unusual Matters also included a portion of Disaster Coins, but that was three days away.

The Daily Shop wouldn't wait for you.

It said it would refresh every day, and it would definitely refresh on time every day. If he waited until tomorrow, he wouldn't see this scabbard again.

"Speaking of which… has anyone ever successfully bargained with the shop? Why are there so many bizarre mechanisms everywhere in the Spirit Disaster game?"

Wu Wang's expression suddenly became unnatural.

When Bai Li Dao explained the Daily Shop to him, he actually added a strange bit of trivia—this shop had a bargaining mechanism.

It seemed to be a wicked taste of the Spirit Disaster game.

If you tried to bargain, a virtual boss would pop up and argue with you.

But he was very sharp-tongued and strict.

Every player who tried to bargain was scolded badly, and when they came out, they found that the price of the item had increased by about 10%. It was a case of trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice.

Not only that, but the failed player's ID would also be hung on other players' Daily Shops the next day.

To be mocked and ridiculed!

To severely humiliate the loser!

As far as he knew, no one had ever successfully bargained.

"F*** it! I'll take a gamble and turn my bicycle into a motorcycle! No injections, no medicine, just sit here and chat with you. I call it talk therapy!" Wu Wang prepared himself mentally.

Then, he fiercely selected an option that was so small it was almost invisible at the bottom—[Bargain].

In the next second, an image of a bald man with bulging eyes and a furious expression appeared in front of him, his eyebrows almost knitted together as he looked at him with fierce eyes.

Before Wu Wang could open his mouth.

This virtual boss struck first: "Want to bargain? Why don't you piss and look at your own ingredients? A poor b*stard like you is the type who goes out to eat with friends and pays AAB, friends pay AA, and you lick your B face to eat!"

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Dude, this is too aggressive!

Wu Wang hadn't encountered such an opponent in a long time.

He immediately perked up and retorted, "You're not simple either! Doing business as a奸商 is the best, I bet your bald head reflects the light brighter than your life's future!"

"The identity of a virtual person makes you arrogant? I think you're getting on in years, aren't you still single? If that's the case, you must have saved a lot of money, right? If not, isn't your wife also a virtual person? Second-dimensional bald-headed private house is really disgusting!"

Virtual Boss: "?"

Dude, aren't you here to bargain?

Why are you starting with personal attacks?

Where's the bargaining part?

Are you just trying to curse each other with me?

But things had come to this point, the shop's virtual boss couldn't show weakness, so he could only curse back with a dark face, changing words.

The sound of passionate interaction began to echo throughout the room, and the foul language gradually escalated from personal attacks to greetings to relatives.

Taking the female eighteenth generation of the other party's family tree as the radius, and the reproductive organs as the center, inflicting range-based mutual harm.

A hotel waiter happened to pass by.

Hearing the foul language coming from inside.

He couldn't help but become increasingly strange.

He remembered that this room was just a boy inside himself?

Wouldn't this guy be mentally ill?

Why is he cursing himself?

So he quickly left, feeling a little unlucky.

The battle inside the room continued.

Beautiful greetings were still being exchanged.

Harmonious and resonant, high mountains and flowing water, meeting a kindred spirit.