Chapter 611 : Chapter 201 Stitched Corpse - Global Game: Comes with Portable Store

"We found several strange corpses here. They are very strange. You need to come and take a look."

Zhou An led Su Changxing towards the warehouse, "When we met them, they seemed to be living people, their consciousness was unclear, but they could still speak."

"What kind of person?" Su Changxing asked.

Zhou An thought for a while and said: "I can't describe it well, you will know it when you see it."

There was air-conditioning in the warehouse, and three corpses were lying on the ground. There were sutures one after another on the corpses' bodies.

Two of the corpses were separated and cut off by sword blades, which should be Zhou An's sword.

"The sutures on their bodies were not sewn by us, but were there before they died." Zhou An explained.

There were too many stitches, and the three corpses looked like flesh-and-blood dolls that had been stitched together.

"Their internal organs were turned into a puddle of mud. I don't know how they are still alive like this." Zhou An continued.

The tragic state of these corpses was disturbing, and the several members of the Security Bureau who followed them looked uncomfortable.

Su Changxing observed these corpses and saw some clues: "These people are all blood puppets, sewn with minced meat and broken bones. They are probably the methods of doomsday cultists. They are very bloody."

"They may maintain a certain sense of self, but they are also manipulated behind the scenes."

Zhou An thought for a while and said: "Then shall our transaction continue? There are very likely doomsday cultists among those people. Wouldn't selling to them mean selling to the doomsday cult?"

Su Changxing listened to the corpse on the ground and pondered and said: "Deal, why not trade, I will go there myself."

……

Night had just fallen.

Hundreds of people gathered in the ruined library.

They were all players who came to buy pendants. They wore masks on their faces and wrapped themselves tightly to hide their identities.

"Where are we? Didn't we agree to trade here?" A strong man wearing an Ultraman mask said loudly, and his voice was very real, without any disguise.

Everyone else knows his identity. Wang Chenghu is also well-known in the player circle. He has an upright personality and although his strength is good, he is not an extraordinary person.

"I don't know. The time for the transaction hasn't come yet. Maybe it will come later." Another person wrapped in a scarf said.

"Are you all here to trade guide pendants?" Wang Chenghu asked, looking at the people around him.

He thought there might only be a few people trading, but he didn't expect there to be so many.

This also means that there are many guide pendants flowing out from the Security Bureau. The reason why they wear masks to hide their identities is because they heard that the origin of these pendants is abnormal.

Normally, if the Security Bureau does not have enough internal resources, it should not sell them to outsiders.

"Yes, I am anyway."

"Me too."

Some people around him responded that they were all people who came to trade.

But if they are all buyers, what about the sellers?

The dark library fell completely silent.

No one spoke anymore.

They all came here for the guide pendant and felt that everyone around them was a competitor, so there was no need for so much discussion.

A crisp step came from above, accompanied by a faint firelight.

A clown wearing a red and green mask appeared on the platform above holding a lamp, "Ha, you guys are so early."

Suddenly, everyone's eyes turned this way and saw Su Changxing holding an old wooden box in his hand.

They all thought that there were a large number of guide pendants inside.

Many people's breathing became rapid, and desire and reason collided with each other.

"Where is what we are trading for?" asked a man wearing a grimace mask.

Su Changxing gestured to the box in his hand and said with an exaggerated smile: "The things are here, but the quantity is limited, only 50, and there are more than a hundred of you here."

Wang Chenghu shouted: "What should we do? The one with the highest price will get it? This is not what we agreed before."

Su Changxing looked at this burly man who was half a meter taller than him, nodded slightly, smiled and said: "Of course not, I only give this thing to designated people."

Another person asked: "The designated person? Are there any criteria for the designated person?"

Su Changxing put the lantern on the railing: "No, whoever I like is the designated person. There is no so-called standard."

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While he was talking, green figures appeared in the library, floating in the air, beside the walls, and on the ceiling.

Hundreds of evil spirits surrounded the entire library, a cold atmosphere lingered in the space, and the dusty windows were covered with a layer of frost.

Some people who had ulterior motives saw this scene and completely calmed down, knowing that the person dressed as a clown in front of them was probably extremely powerful.

Su Changxing pointed at Wang Chenghu and said: "The next person I point to will come up to trade... the person wearing the Ultraman mask, you come up first."

Wang Chenghu didn't expect that Su Changxing would ask him to go up first. He was full of joy and hurriedly walked up the stairs: "Thank you, Mr. Clown."

Su Changxing leaned against the railing and said casually: "Do you know me?"

Wang Chenghu chuckled and said, "I used to be a member of the Mutual Aid Association. I escaped from Donglin City. Of course I know your name."

Su Changxing nodded: "Well, let's go in."

In the room inside, Zhu Xinxue was also sitting on the bench wearing a similar clown mask, holding paper and pen in his hand.