Chapter 984 Balalaika

While Sinafa was still thinking about what Sanders said, the woman in the bar finally responded.

"There are indeed rules, but whether you are a guest or not is hard to say."

The beautiful voice made Sanders stunned for a moment. But soon, he adjusted himself, and then stretched out his fingers and gently rubbed them, and a little bit of fine sand and dust leaked out of his fingertips.

As soon as these sand and dust fell, they were blown to the distant cliff by a gust of wind for no reason.

The cliff is still a long way from the cemetery. If someone is on the edge of the cliff at this time, they can see a graceful figure slowly appearing here. She casually gathered the sand and dust that had flowed from Sanders before, and she wrapped it in her palm.

"The quality is not bad. It seems to be from the sixth floor of Jiao Zhilin. Haha, you are quite brave." She whispered and threw the sand and dust down the cliff.

Under the cliff is the boundless sea.

The sea was calm, but when the sand and dust fell, it raised low and mute waves.

Looking at the tiny wolf head, the woman's eyes flashed with nostalgia, and she hummed a little tune softly.

The tune sounded gentle and lingering at first, but after careful exploration, you will find that there is still a faint sadness in the bright melody, which cannot be dissolved or forgotten.

The melody was leisurely, soothing the splashes of the waves and also reaching the cemetery.

"Hey, is that woman humming? But from where it comes from, it seems that she is not in the bar?" Madeline frowned.

"Compared to this humming, what makes me more curious is what Lord Phantom said before. Also, what does the qualification that the man in the bar said mean?" Vifit's eyes flickered.

"The most important thing is that Lord Phantom seems to have taken the initiative to come to this resting place." Brufen also expressed his doubts.

Sanders came here to save Angel, which should be certain. But to save Angel, they can actually cooperate with them from inside and outside, and there is no need to enter the resting place.

Obviously, Sanders not only wants to save Angel, but he also has his own demands.

Listening to their previous conversation, it seems that "business" and "guests" were mentioned. What did Sanders take the initiative to come to the resting place to trade?

Nowadays, most people are confused. There are not many people who really listen to the tune. On the contrary, the army of bones and the grave knights listened to the humming seriously, and even slowly returned to the ground with the humming.

The bones drilled into the ground and continued to sleep.

The grave knight returned to the coffin, closed the coffin and rested.

When the humming reached the end, the entire cemetery returned to the silence and emptiness when they first entered. Only the rubble on the ground and a large number of ground cracks proved that a fierce battle had taken place here not long ago.

Although the humming has stopped, the aftertaste is still echoing in the cemetery.

When everything returned to silence, the woman on the cliff took a deep look at the calm sea for the last time, and then her figure gradually disappeared.

At the same time, everyone heard a voice from the bar again.

"The deal is done, come in." This time, the voice was less frivolous and more sad.

Sanders knocked his hat on his chest and bowed slightly. Then, he stepped into the bar.

The light wall that blocked Sinafa before did not appear this time.

Sinafa hesitated for a moment and wanted to follow in, but found that Sanders could go in, but she was still blocked by the light wall.

Sinafa's expression turned black in an instant, and she snorted coldly and returned to Dojibir's back.

As soon as she returned to the door of the Frost Church, she heard Brufen muttering to herself: "The deal is done? When did Lord Phantom make a deal with her?"

"It should be the sand dust from before." Sinafa was standing behind Sanders at the time, so she clearly saw the sand dust flowing from his fingertips.

Sand dust? The thing traded with the woman in the bar was sand dust?

Seeing that everyone was still confused, Sinafa snorted coldly: "Wait until Sanders comes out, and everything will naturally have an answer."

The lights in the bar were dim, and people outside had no idea what was happening inside.

Only occasionally could they smell the faint aroma of wine wafting out from inside, which made Sinafa, who was greedy for wine, unable to meditate quietly.

After about ten minutes, the curtains of the bar were lifted, and Sanders, who put on his hat again, pushed open the door and walked out.

After Sanders left the bar, he turned around and bowed slightly to the door: "Thank you for the hospitality."

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of high heels stepping on the floor came from the bar.

Everyone seemed to think of something and looked over immediately.

But they saw a pair of slender white legs and exquisite red high heels, exposed under the curtains. Then, a hand with nails painted with nail polish stretched out the curtains and slowly lifted them up.

In everyone's pupils, the face of the woman leaning against the door of the bar was reflected at the same time.

Because her voice was so amazing, they also had expectations for her appearance. But after seeing her, they found that she was not really beautiful.

Big wavy hair, slender eyes, slightly thick lips, and a small red mole on the edge of her lips.

It was not a stunning beauty. At first glance, it seemed a bit ordinary, but after looking at it for a long time, you can feel a strange and charming charm.

This charm is not reflected in the face, but in other details.

For example, the graceful figure, the bright red skirt and messy hair fluttering in the wind, and the apparently casual but enchanting posture when leaning against the door rail.

Even the long-handled pipe lying in her palm was full of charm while puffing away the smoke.

Not beautiful, but extremely charming.

"I once heard that Balalaika is a more charming existence than a succubus, and now it seems that it is indeed the case." Sanders praised softly.

The woman known as Balalaika smiled faintly: "I accept your compliment, but the praise in your mouth is useless. Next time we meet, the transaction must still follow the rules."

Sanders: "Naturally."

"What is the deal you are talking about?" At this time, Snaffa's cold voice suddenly intervened.

Sanders glanced at Snaffa and did not answer.

Balalaika took a deep breath from his pipe and exhaled thin white smoke, his face looming in the smoke: "As a person who respects rules, I will not reveal what the guest's deal is."

After speaking righteously, the conversation changed: "Of course, if you are trading with me and want to ask about the contents of his transaction, I can also tell you."

Sanders' expression remained cold, unchanged at all.

However, Sinaifa continued to ask: "It seems that the transaction with you is trading information?"

Balalaika just smiled and said nothing, whatever the transaction is, it all depends on what the other party needs.

"If I want to make a deal with you, what will I have to pay?" Snaffa continued to ask.

"Resurrection Sand."

Resurrection sand? Snaffa was stunned. She had never heard of the material of resurrecting sand. Could it be the sand dust thrown by Sanders before? So, why did this woman named Balalaika trade with Sanders?

"If you don't have the Resurrection Sand, but you have something that I'm interested in, I can still trade with you." Perhaps because of the previous transaction with Sanders, Balalaika was much more pleased with this group of humans.

"Something you're interested in? Like?"

A gleam of light flashed in Balalaika's eyes, and Snaffa suddenly felt a chill all over her body, as if someone had looked at her from beginning to end, and even the things hidden in her private space were clearly visible.

Snaifa raised her head and looked at Balalaika warily: "What did you do?"

Balalaika clicked her tongue twice: "Didn't you show me the things I'm interested in? It's a pity that although there are two things on you that I'm interested in, judging from the ownership of the marks, they are not your."

Suspense flashed across Sinaifa's eyes. She did have two of the most precious items on her body, but those two items were temporarily placed with her by... Monkey.

Balalaika shook her head regretfully, and suddenly, her eyes looked behind her through Snaffa.

Angel's figure fell into Balalaika's eyes.

Balalaika suddenly smiled, stretched out his slender finger and pointed at Angel: "There is something in you that I am very interested in. Are you willing to trade with me?"

Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on Angel.

A hint of darkness flashed in Sanders' eyes: "Does he have what you need?"

Balalaika raised an eyebrow: "Yes, there are more than one."

More than one? ! Snaifa couldn't help but look at Angel. It might be understandable that the two items belonging to Lord Monchi on her would arouse Balalaika's interest. But as for Angel...is there anything comparable to him?

"For example?" Sanders' voice suddenly turned cold.

"His right hand is very good." Balalaika said this with a hint of inexplicable meaning.

For a moment, all eyes were on Angel's right hand.

Although there was an illusion to cover it up, if those present looked carefully, they could still notice something strange about Angel's right hand.

It is larger than the left hand, and has light green lines floating on it.

Looking carefully, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it. However, since Balalaika has been named, there must be something fishy.

Snaifa remembered that Brufen had said she wanted to study Angel's right hand before, and she had ridiculed her at that time. Now it seemed that there was something fishy about Angel's right hand?

Brufen showed a look of regret. His previous attempt to take a sample for investigation failed, but now that Sanders has appeared, he wants to study Angel's right hand again, which will probably be difficult.

Sanders, standing in the cemetery, was actually surprised.

Obviously a year ago, Angel only had changes in his right palm, but now his right forearm has also changed?

Could it be that Angel saw the person in the nightmare world again during this period?

Could this be the reason why Angel came to the abyss specifically to look for him?

When Sanders was confused, Balalaika added: "Besides, I'm also very interested in the thing on his chest..."