Global Cards: I Create Eastern Mythic Card Deck

"Why does my back feel so cold?" Goldman said.

Having also broken through to the silver level of mental power, his senses are also extremely sharp.

Ba Ye just rode the motorcycle away with his front legs, when he noticed something was wrong with his back legs.

But I didn’t think about the motorcycle being stolen.

——How unworthy a person is to take advantage of someone’s absence and ride away on a motorcycle.

No matter how chronological he is, he is still one of the most talented people in Eastern Kyushu. There must be a limit to his shamelessness.

Hmm... there should be.

"call……"

Goldman Sachs breathed a silent sigh of relief.

It felt like there was a stone stuck in my heart, and I was extremely depressed.

"I don't know what else is waiting for me in this temple..."

Stick to the courtyard wall and sneak into the temple.

With the blessing of the skill card, he was almost "transparent" and rolled on the spot and got into the courtyard.

But under the dark blue sky, moss climbs the steps, dark clouds cover the city, and the crescent moon remains in the morning glow.

Bluestone temple, flowers growing along the futon.

Then I saw three poles of mottled bamboo and five or six mountain flowers.

A few branches of green pines are always hanging with dew, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close.

Seeing this scene, even Goldman Sachs, who had a somewhat crazy and arrogant temperament, couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Compared with this [Du Ruoshan Ghost Temple], his [Shijie Town] is really like a slum.

Cold and dark.

"Such a good arrangement... I don't know how much thought the calendar put into it."

Goldman Sachs kept silent and walked "swaggeringly" in the courtyard of the small temple, looking east and west.

The more I look at it, the more satisfied I become.

"Okay, that's great."

He caressed the stone lampstand in the courtyard and said in his heart.

Even the weird rocks can be carved into something like this. I don’t know how much ingenuity the designer has hidden in his heart.

When he thought that such a good design was made by Ji Nian, he felt a complicated feeling in his heart.

"God has no eyes," he said softly.

"Mrs. Zhu, your Majesty is waiting for you in the front hall."

The voice coming from the front yard was cold, as cold as the cold wind.

"Huh...yeah."

Mrs. Zhu probably had a cold, and her voice was thick and dull.

The eyes of the bald old man who followed secretly moved slightly, and he felt vaguely strange, but after all, he was limited by the quality level and was not that high in spirituality.

He was stunned for a while and didn't react.

He had to drag one arm behind Goldman Sachs to protect him.

"You came."

The sound coming from the hall was cold, like the March breeze in the cold spring.

"Miss."

The voice that sounded immediately was soft, with the intellectual tenderness that had accumulated over time after reading poetry and books.

If you only hear the voice but don't see the person, you will know that the owner of the voice must have been a lady and a talented woman in her youth.

Even today, she is a gentle mistress who is loved by her servants.

"This should be Mrs. Zhu." Goldman Sachs thought.

At the same time, the front hall of the small temple.

The tape recorder with a rather steampunk style was running slowly, and a ray of bronze light came from the top of the machine, illuminating the two roulette wheels.

Sound flows.

"Uncle Liang Shan's remnant soul is still there. If we find some helpers, I'm afraid your daughter's marriage to that young master of the Ma family will be difficult to consummate."

Daiyu sat on the stone platform to the right, her eyes cold and her lips aligned.

"I also ask the empress, for the sake of the faithful women who have worshiped and prayed devoutly every day for decades, to ensure that these two children have a happy marriage and continuous blessings."

The woman seemed a little surprised when she heard this, and her voice had a hint of prayer.

"As the saying goes: It is better to demolish ten temples than to destroy one relationship. That Liang Shanbo became the county magistrate at a young age. He is indeed a good match. You... sigh."

Fairy Jiangzhu’s words contained a bit of helplessness.

Mrs. Zhu moved her lips and sighed softly, but she didn't say anything, just kowtowed lightly.

But Goldman Sachs heard her voice.

"The county magistrate... sesame seeds are as big as mung beans? They have nothing to do with the family at all."

"As the saying goes, 'The rich family is against the rich family, the bamboo family is against the bamboo family', so when getting married, it is important to match the right family."

"I wish that the glory and future of the entire family rests on Yingtai..."

"County magistrate? Worse than the Ma family's servant."

Mrs. Zhu thought of this, but the expression on her face was truly pious.

The fairy known as "Empress" also seemed to hear her voice, and said with a little helplessness:

"Then leave the marriage contract between your daughter and Mr. Ma's family with me. You can handle the wedding ceremony yourself, and I will protect the marriage contract."

"The letter girl thanked the empress, thanked the empress!"

"Go."

"Yes."

The voice gradually drifted away, and Mrs. Zhu and her two maids seemed to have left.

Goldman leaned back outside the hall, blinked twice, and looked with his head, but saw nothing.

"Are you looking for me?"

The bone-piercing cold wind swept to the back of Goldman Sachs' neck.

He was stunned for a moment, then he raised his long knife and swept it behind him, but only hit an afterimage.

He reacted very quickly and looked back, only to be hit on the right side of his face by a string of dark red beads.

First there was pain, then half of my head and neck felt numb and cold.

"hiss……"

Goldman Sachs couldn't help but gasp.

Fortunately, before entering the temple, I attached some defensive cards and equipment to my body, so I didn't break the defense on the spot.

But the scene that followed made him a little unbearable:

The flowers on the woman's dress were actually made of a dense layer of maggots.

Countless white flesh worms gathered in one place, twisting and squirming, making people physically and mentally uncomfortable.

At this moment, the layers of worms suddenly became smaller, so small that it was difficult for him to see them clearly.

Then it turned into a burst of white mist, drifting and hitting his face.

"[Insect habitat plate]?"

Goldman Sachs subconsciously exclaimed, and when he reacted, he immediately shut his mouth.

While using mental power to form a barrier, he retreated hastily.

And the [Catastrophe Circle of the Dead] he brought was also a gelatinous summoning card.

Its approximate appearance is a black translucent substance composed of countless painful and ferocious humanoid figures gathered together.

Goldman Sachs realized something was wrong and quickly ducked in, letting the white mist hit the black gel.

White smoke was seen curling up, and the dead people who formed the "circle" kept wailing.

“This approach doesn’t feel like [Insect Roost].”

Goldman Sachs made a quick judgment, used the circle of dead people as armor, and punched the kind face.

"Boom."

Mrs. Zhu took the punch lightly.

The ten fingertips became black and sharp, and the hands were spread apart, like ten sharp knives, stabbing together.

With just one face-to-face encounter, the defense of the circle of dead people was broken.

The slightly blackened hands with blue veins, like two iron tongs, tightly wrapped around Goldman's shoulders.

Goldman Sachs couldn't break away, and could only watch as two rows of rotten teeth like rusty nails came quickly.