People are in the heavens, wealth can rival a country

Chapter 139 The Wrong World
Tang Sen froze for an instant.

He stared at the words on the wallet.

"It's not right, it's absolutely not right."

The purchase funds of the previous two worlds, whether it was the endless purse or the ring of mithril, were all described as gifts from the worlds, but for this unremarkable wallet, the name of the giver was blacked out, so it was impossible to see.

Tang Sen also saw this blacked-out form in the procurement mission.

He immediately noticed that the product named "Shepherd's Extraordinary Characteristics" has a prefix: "Product 1."

After that, there are two lines of blackened text, which cannot be distinguished.

Then there is the purchase deadline.

He guessed that there might be more than one commodity in this world. Judging from the short purchase time of only six months, his travel this time might not involve those blacked-out words, and he only needed to purchase commodity 1.

"No, maybe not even six months."

Tang Sen didn't know what the existence with the blacked-out name was, but the words on the wallet clearly had the title "He".

This word is usually used to refer to gods.

There were gods in the two previous worlds, but Tang Sen didn't think the gods in this world would be as friendly as those two worlds.

Tang Sen could feel the strong malice from the word "coming".

Combined with the energy that people can't recall but is absolutely unpleasant when they crossed over, Tang Sen couldn't help squinting his eyes.

I'm afraid this shopping trip will not be too pleasant.

"Ok?"

The man in front heard Tang Sen's stagnant footsteps and turned around.

Tang Sen quickly put away the wallet and returned to a sluggish state before the other party saw him.

"Is the order to be maintained for such a short time?" The man carefully looked at the skeleton in front of him for a while, and after confirming that the other party hadn't made any moves, he muttered to himself.

Then he shouted again: "In the name of Death, I command you to follow my steps!"

The two set off again, climbed over the wall from a hidden corner of the cemetery, avoided the avenue, and shuttled through the alleys.

The shadow of the house covered the crimson moonlight from time to time, allowing Tang Sen to regain his physical body. Unfortunately, the man was only too busy to notice this. Soon, the two came to the door of a row house.

The man carefully looked at the houses on both sides, making sure that no one noticed him, quickly took out the key, opened the door carefully, and then looked back at Tang Sen: "I order you in the name of death, come in!"

Then, when he saw the skeleton soaked in the crimson moonlight, he seemed to show a strange smile.

"Is it a hallucination?" The man was slightly startled, and his thoughts, which were crowded with fanatical thoughts, suddenly cooled down a little.

He suddenly regretted his decision to bring the resuscitated dead home. Although the skeleton seemed to obey his orders completely, it was a dead thing after all.

"I can't sleep tonight, I have to keep staring at him." The man thought cautiously, "When it dawns, I have to find a sufficiently secluded place to hide him."

While thinking this way, the skeleton has already approached, and the boundary line of the shadow of the house spreads up from the skeleton's feet.

Flesh covered it inch by inch.

This strange scene strangled the man's throat and almost froze his thinking. It wasn't until the flesh and blood completely covered the skeleton's face, revealing the black hair and black pupils, that the man reacted suddenly. His hands and feet were cold, and he opened his eyes. Mouth wants to shout.

But Tang Sen took two hurried steps forward, covered his mouth, and closed the door with his backhand.

"Professor Rhett—"

Tang Sen said in a low voice, "You invited me in."

Professor Reid trembled all over, broke free from Tang Sen's hand, took a few steps back hastily, and sat down on the floor.

"You better not shout."

Before the other party couldn't help screaming again, Tang Sen said, "Think about what you did tonight."

"Professor Rhett, you don't want your neighbors to know that you took your students to dig graves, do you?"

The silent observation along the way was enough for Tang Sen to collect enough information and find out the weakness of the terrified professor opposite.

There was a hoarse airflow in Professor Rhett's throat, and he gasped violently several times before he stammered: "I order you to back off in the name of death! Get out of my house!"

Tang Sen smiled and remained motionless.

"Unfortunately, the name of the god of death does not seem to order me."

Professor Reid's face was pale, and he was naturally aware of this. From the moment the other party spoke, his excitement and enthusiasm for successfully resurrecting the dead disappeared without a trace.

He found sadly that this strange existence dug out of the grave by himself was acting all the way until he followed him into the room.

"What the hell are you?" He stepped back with both feet until he hit the corner of the sofa in the living room: "What purpose do you have!"

"Relax." Tang Sen looked at the room and noticed that the house is not big. After entering the house, there is a small living room with two sofas and a tea table. There are no oil paintings on the walls, but A row of bookshelves.

On the other side of the living room is the dining room and kitchen, and there is a staircase leading to the second floor in the corner.

Tang Sen walked over unceremoniously, sat down on the sofa, and picked up the books on the coffee table.

It's a collection of poetry, and the language looks ancient.

"Instead of asking my purpose, Professor Reid." Tang Sen flipped through the poetry collection casually, and said softly, "Didn't you wake me up from my slumber?"

"I, I didn't." Professor Reid couldn't even utter a complete sentence in fear: "I thought"

"You think I'm just an ordinary corpse." Tang Sen thoughtfully completed the words for him: "You just learned some specious occult knowledge and wanted to try it, but you didn't expect it to succeed."

"That's right." Professor Reid's fear was mixed with a trace of confusion: "But I didn't think about it."

"You didn't expect that I have my own thinking and is not under your control." Tang Sen said regretfully:

"Sorry, I let you down."

"No." Seeing that Tang Sen hadn't shown any malice, Professor Reid relaxed a little. He carefully got up from the ground, walked to the corner of the room farthest from Tang Sen and stood there.

"I'm sorry for waking you up," he begged, "I won't tell anyone about your existence, and you can tell that I'm just an ordinary person, can you let me go?"

"Of course." Tang Sen said without hesitation, "You should be able to see that I don't intend to hurt you, right?"

Professor Rhett took a deep breath, he squeezed out a pitiful smile, and said: "Then—"

"I have a lot of things I want to ask you." Tang Sen knew what he wanted to say. The frightened professor probably wanted to ask himself to leave his house.

So he directly interrupted the poor professor's words.

With the resuscitated skeleton installed for so long, Tang Sen's purpose was not just to scare him.

"You know it too, Professor Reid." He said, "I just woke up from the grave, and I don't know much about this world."

Professor Reid opened his mouth and swallowed back what he was going to say. He coughed lightly and said, "What do you want to know?"

"Everything you know." Tang Sen said with a smile, "Of course, you can start with the simplest things first."

"For example, where is this place?"

"My home." Just after Professor Reid finished speaking, he realized that he had said a nonsense, and quickly corrected it: "Specifically, Alka Street is in the North District of Backlund, and it meets the Hillston District."

"Becklund." Tang Sen found the key words precisely, and he murmured again, the smile on his face disappeared.

This was not the term he expected to hear, although he had already guessed it before.

After all, the shepherd, the Extraordinary characteristics, the crimson moon, and the changes in the holdings of the purchase funds all reminded him of what kind of world this is.

Crazy, weird, indescribable, malicious, and extremely dangerous.

This is the world of the Lord of Mysteries.

Naturally, Tang Sen has read this work. As a reader, he was also deeply attracted by the mysterious world described in the original work and the complex and magical potion system, but if he is asked to choose the world he least wants to travel through, I'm afraid this world will be one of them.

"In this way, the blacked-out text will be easy to understand."

There are gods in this world, not the gods in folklore that Tang Sen has heard, but weirder, crazier ones, most of which are malicious.

As ordinary people, even just knowing their real names, they may be polluted, start to hear some ravings, gradually become confused and even fall into madness, and finally become strange monsters.

Not to mention seeing their real bodies, it was enough to kill him in an instant. Tang Sen believed that the result would be the same if it were the giant dragon Smaug.

"What is certain is that because of the wallet, I have been targeted by an unknown god. No, maybe it was during my time travel to this world."

"But the good news is that I will no longer be targeted by other existences."

In addition to providing unlimited money, the wallet can also allow Tang Sen to avoid any form of attention from other existences and put aside the risks involved. This is undoubtedly a very powerful feature.

After all, not to mention those entrenched, malicious gods and hidden existences, in this world, divination and foresight abilities are not uncommon. An outsider, a purchaser who is destined to do something in this world, can easily It will attract the covetousness of others.

Without the feature of the wallet, Tang Sen suspected that he would be used or wiped out by unknown beings the moment he woke up.

Tang Sen took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"Everything in this world is unfriendly."

"But at least there is something to be thankful for."

"I finally have a way to improve my strength."

(End of this chapter)