Star Trace Gate

Ren also felt that burning paper on someone else's behalf was a bit outrageous, but the address on the box didn't have much information, and he couldn't figure out any clues. He could only see a house number 3999.

He thought for a moment and decided to finish this task first and then go upstairs to take a look.

Soon, Ren Ye came to the outdoor square on the first floor with the box in his hand. This place was more like a hollowed-out courtyard in the center of a large shopping mall, surrounded by alleys that extended in all directions. There were some scattered pedestrians, but they were all young people in love, holding hands and strolling, or finding a place to eat in seclusion.

Ren also found the place to burn the paper according to the information on the box. It was a very quiet alley with many garbage cans and restaurant waste nearby.

"brush!"

He stood in the shadow of the alley, stretched out his hand and pointed at the ground, and the Phoenix Fire Stove fell steadily to the ground, becoming the size of a temple incense burner.

This stove can be big or small, either as tall as a mountain or as small as a toy in the palm of your hand. It is very convenient to use.

After the Phoenix Fire Furnace stood on the ground, Ren threw all of Set A into it, and then summoned the Human Emperor Sword.

"boom!"

He threw a tinder into the stove, lit the offering, then immediately closed the lid and stepped back a few steps, ready to call upon the Human Emperor Sword to scare away the ghost.

In the furnace, the offerings were burning, and a cool evening breeze was blowing around.

Ren also became extremely alert, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, but after waiting for a long time, the ghost still did not appear.

"Ok?"

He suddenly felt strange, thinking: "I have encountered ghosts in the previous six deliveries, but why is there nothing this time? Could it be that I am burning the sacrifice in the furnace and the ghost can't see it... It shouldn't be so blind, right? Can't it see through things?"

Open flames are not allowed here, so Ren Ye thought of burning fire in the stove as a symbolic worship. If that's not right, then the only option left is electronic ancestor worship, using LED lights or something.

After a while, the offerings in the furnace burned out and went out completely, but the ghost still did not appear.

He thought for a moment, turned the stove over, scattered the ashes of the offerings toward the corner, and then placed all the offerings, fruits, cigarettes and alcohol.

"Your family may be too busy, so they have no choice but to ask me to cook for them. Don't be picky, life is hard these days... If your family members don't work like slaves, they won't have the money to buy you meal A. Go ahead, go ahead, take everything, and spend as much as you can."

Ren Ye clasped his fists slightly, then turned and left.

……

ten minutes later.

Ren also walked into room 1804 and saw the old lady again.

She was still sitting on the stool making paper figures, and asked hoarsely, "Have they all been delivered?"

"It's delivered." Ren Ye nodded slightly.

Under the dim light, the white-haired old lady paused for a moment with a frozen expression, as if she was sensing something.

Ren didn't dare to disturb him and just waited quietly.

After a moment, the old lady said softly, "Okay, this last deal is done."

"The last order?" Ren was also stunned.

"Yes, the remaining offerings in this room...are all for me. This is the last order." The old lady sighed, lowered her head, took out twenty gold coins from her pocket, and threw them on the ground with a clatter: "Go ahead, the offering box you want is at the door."

Ren also felt that the old lady was talking nonsense, but he couldn't help but ask: "Auntie, 3999 was burned on behalf of others, but I saw the previous six... uh, not very clean things, so why the last one...?"

"hehe."

The old lady chuckled: "Because the last one can't be summoned."

Ren also frowned in thought.

“There are too many people in this building whose souls cannot be summoned...!” the old lady murmured softly, then waved her hand again.

"Okay, you should go to bed early."

Ren Ye stepped forward thoughtfully, reached out to pick up the twenty gold coins, turned around and walked to the door.

The light in the room was too dim. Ren Ye approached the door again and found that there was a shelf with various evil objects, magical props, etc. on it, just like a tomb-robbing display cabinet.

As he approached, he saw a bronze statue of a big-headed doll, and suddenly its head moved.

"Boss, congratulations on your prosperity! Congratulations on your prosperity...!"

A very childish child's voice sounded, startling Ren Ye.

He immediately looked at the palm-sized bronze statue and said in astonishment: "This... this sound?!"

"The Ghost Child Statue of Youshan Mountain." The old lady replied without even looking up, "Many big shots like to raise little ghosts, whether to pray for blessings and ward off disasters, or to curse others maliciously. In short, it's a custom that they travel through mountains and rivers, and even through star gates. Inside the bronze statue, there is the ghost of a four-year-old child. It comes from Youshan Mountain and is a special underworld body. In order to get it, someone killed the child's entire family and extracted his ghost... It is locked in this bronze statue for eternity, and everyone it sees will say congratulations and prosperity."

"Congratulations on your prosperity, congratulations on your prosperity...!"

The tender voice of a child rang out again.

Ren Ye stood at the door, but he always felt that there was a pair of round little eyes lurking in the bronze statue, staring at him.

He looked at the bronze statue carefully, thought for a moment and asked, "Auntie, is this your shelf? Can these magical weapons be sold?"

"Originally, some can be sold, and some cannot be sold." The old lady said softly: "But after today, there is no point in keeping them..."

Ren Ye turned his head to look at her, and asked in a mysterious way: "Then can you sell this Youshan Ghost Child statue?"

"One million star sources." The old lady replied.

When Ren Ye heard this number, he thought to himself, "You've already made a paper figurine for yourself, so what's the point of asking for money? Why not just give it to me for free..."

However, when he stared at the old lady's sinister profile, he resisted the urge to ask a question: "Okay, I'll buy it."

"Pay the money and the little ghost will be yours." The old lady continued to slowly paint the last touch of color on the paper figure.

There's a saying that goes, ride a bike to the bar, save where you can and spend where you can.

He faced a three-set A package for 300,000 yuan, but chose to take the risk to go through the mission, and was unwilling to pay for it. This was of course to save some money. After all, the average reward for completing a second-level S-level mission was only about 300,000 yuan, and this price could almost hire three second-level A-Buddhas.

In addition, there are often a large number of clues in the Star Gate missions. Once missed, there may be a lack of information, so being lazy is not advisable.

But when it comes to spending money, he won't hesitate. For some reason, this ghost child statue in Youshan always gives him a sense of familiarity, as if it is something stained with the power of reincarnation. Moreover, he doesn't have such a magic weapon in his hand now, and his beloved concubine can also control and nourish the soul...

The most important thing is that he just had a moment of "Madonna heart" overflowing. When the tender child's voice shouted "Congratulations on your prosperity", it really touched him and made him feel pity.

"Crash!"

One million star sources fell to the ground, and Ren also put the statue of the ghost child in Youshan into his consciousness space, pushed the door and left.

In the dim living room, the old lady painted the paper figurine with the final touch of color, making it come alive under the red light.

The paper figure looked like an old man and looked very ordinary.

The old lady sat on a small stool and looked at him, sighing softly, "Nobodies die on the battlefield, while those who work for others sit in high places. You and I have worked hard for the Craftsman's Mansion our entire lives, but one of us died on a battlefield with thousands of miles of barren land... and the other will die in the building he built... Why, why!"

"what's your name?"

“Who knows…!”

……

The disappeared floor, inside the heavenly palace.

Li Changfeng was sitting in the Jade Pavilion, drinking tea.

There were many "palace maids" with bright eyes and white teeth, who were busy placing exquisite meals and cakes on the table.

At the door, Yin Hu and Tan Pang stood like minions, unable to say a word. They could only watch the big shots commanding their troops.

Beside the round table, a military officer with a fierce and foolish look whispered to Li Changfeng, "...I think the order from the General Office will be delivered soon. We must get this batch of goods as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to clean up later, sir."

"I know." Li Changfeng held the teacup, blew gently, and said calmly: "Many people have come to Fulai County, waiting for the last batch of supplies from Tiangong Building. I brought you here secretly just to intercept them first..."

"The situation is already decided. Only a fool would really use this batch of supplies to fight against the chaotic madness." The military officer whispered, "Too many people are robbing. If we can take it away today, we can clean it up in three days."

"Ah."

Li Changfeng nodded slightly and said no more.

Not far away, Pan Lianrong came over and said in a soft voice, "Master Li, I have asked everyone to prepare everything. You can relax for a while..."

……

Downstairs, Ren Ye returned to the basement again, stood in front of the big iron gate, and summoned out the Phoenix Fire Furnace by imitating others.

The old lady gave him a reward for completing the task, which proved that the method of burning sacrifices in the furnace was feasible.

"Wow!"

He threw the last box of meal A into the stove, and then placed the offerings in front of the door.

In the cold underground garage, the sound of dripping water floated in the air in an ethereal manner.

"boom!"

Ren also used something to burn fire to light the offerings in the furnace, and walked over and chanted softly, "...My three friends who died suddenly, the seventh day has come. I'm here to give you some clothes to wear and some money to spend..."

"Woo!"

A gust of cold wind blew up the dust on the ground, and ripples surged in the puddles.

"Crack!"

At this moment, the heavy door of the inner treasury hall suddenly opened a corner slowly.

In the endless darkness of the inner vault, only one lamp suddenly lit up, illuminating a table.

“Crash, crash, crash…!”

Immediately afterwards, the sound of mahjong being rubbed was heard very clearly outside the room, floating in the empty space.

"Come on, come on, come in and play a few rounds...!"

"Old Yan, we are short of one person!"

"...!"

Ren Ye heard the voice and immediately turned around to look at the crack in the door.

At this moment, a childish voice suddenly rang out from the ghost child statue in his consciousness: "Boss, danger, danger...!"