Bring some numerical shock to the summoning world

Editor: Sinai Desert Region Government

Title: Rumors hurt others and yourself

Our district's social governance monitoring system recently detected several unusual data fluctuations. Analysis revealed that a small number of individuals, posing as "concerned citizens" without verifying the source of the information, abused reporting channels to maliciously infer outstanding individuals, such as exemplary practitioners in the camel milk industry chain and model taxpayers of the Sand Scorpion Chamber of Commerce. They also indiscriminately reported smuggling and drug trafficking, leading to the malicious closure of prominent entrepreneurs and seriously disrupting the healthy operation of our district's economic ecosystem.

The Sinai Desert Region Government solemnly reminds citizens that abusing reporting channels and spreading rumors are actions that cannot be tolerated in the Kingdom. We urge citizens to seek truth from facts and not to blindly believe rumors and harm the hearts of outstanding entrepreneurs.

Sinai Desert Region Public Opinion Control Center Report Hotline: 1001001001

Chapter 14 Haha, it’s time for the humorous part

Living Dead Mutual Aid Society.

Tucker and the name of the organization behind him.

The Golden Kingdom's attitude towards the living dead is not very friendly. These creatures that survive in the gap between life and death are often not very friendly. Only a small number of the living dead can keep a clear head and not try to find a street to eat fresh meat buffet every day.

To prevent the Kingdom of the Golden Dead from wiping them out entirely due to their "too urbanized" rhetoric, some sane undead formed a mutual aid society to help each other survive in the human world. The undead in these mutual aid societies were often born sane and lacked the killing instinct, but Tucker was different.

He was enlightened by Zhou Li Guang.

To be precise, as an ancient being, Tucker's resurrection in this era destined him to become a killing machine. But it just so happened that he was resurrected under Victoria's toilet, and when he broke out of the ground, he came face to face with Zhou Li, who was in the midst of releasing his passion.

Then he was beaten to death by Zhou Li until he lost his spiritual consciousness.

He also developed a drinking habit.

"Master Zhou, are you going to deal with the Sand Scorpion?"

Tucker handed over a cup of tea like a lackey, then asked curiously, "The Sand Scorpions rarely kill people. How dare they mess with you?"

"Contact the Living Dead Mutual Aid Association in the next two days and help me find out two things."

Zhou Li did not answer Tucker's question. Instead, he picked up a knife from the counter beside him and carved a magic circle on the table between the man and the skull. "This is a restriction of a great mage. Ask those old antiques to see if they know him. Then help me check if there are other forces behind this restriction."

"okay."

Tucker didn't mind Zhou Li carving a picture on his beloved antique table. He wouldn't mind if Zhou Li carved one directly on his forehead. In a sense, Zhou Li treated Tucker like a father treats his son.

After all, Tucker was delivered by Zhou Li in a sense.

"The second thing is, help me find someone."

Zhou Li carved a portrait of a woman on the counter. Looking closely, he could tell it was the girl named Lan Ling from before. "She has pink hair, is quite short, and looks pretty good. She should be from the royal city."

"Hey?"

Tucker was stunned for a moment when he saw the portrait on the counter, and then said in surprise: "Isn't this a coincidence?! This is Lord Henyin!"

"?"

Zhou Li was stunned for a moment, "Huh? Who?"

"Hate Sound, the famous death rock guitarist!"

Tucker quickly stood up and trotted behind the counter. He pulled out a short-sleeved shirt made of ordinary material and put it on. He tugged at the corner of the shirt and excitedly showed it off: "Ms. Hate Sound is the guitarist of the famous death rock band [You Go! YOUFK]. I'm her die-hard fan. A year ago, I got a front-row ticket for their national tour. She almost pulled out my ribs and smashed my guitar! I love Ms. Hate Sound's manic metal strumming. It's so powerful! Master Zhou, you don't know the classic songs of You Go..."

"stop."

Zhou Li directly reached out his hand to stop Tucker's preaching behavior, and said indifferently: "You know her, right? Then do you know who she is?"

"Zhou Lanling, you can find it in the Magic Encyclopedia."

When talking about Hate Yin, Tucker's tone and expression were very excited, and his ribs began to tremble:

"At the age of six, he made his mark in the Royal City. At the age of seven, he joined the Bard Band. At the age of eight, he got into rock music but was expelled from the band. At the age of eleven, he became a disciple of rock music master Ornn. At the age of twelve, he became a death rock musician. At the age of sixteen, he formed the band You Roll. At the age of seventeen, he led the band on tour. At the age of eighteen..."

"Okay, you can shut up now."

Zhou Li once again witnessed the terrifying power of the chef. He even wondered if if Lan Ling kicked Tucker, would Tucker carve "On XX/XX/XX, the great Lord Hate Yin kicked me" in the box containing his soul.

"Do you have anything to ask about Lord Henyin?"

Tucker came over and asked cautiously, "Did she offend you?" after scraping his hands and making a sound of bones rubbing against each other.

"That's not the case."

After Zhou Li finished speaking, Tucker's face turned pale instantly, although his bone face was originally very pale.

"I have some connection with her, so I'm asking around."

Tucker breathed a sigh of relief after Zhou Li said this. As a fan of Hen Yin, he was extremely afraid that Zhou Li would say "Hen Yin wants to kill me" next. Then he would be in a dilemma of whether to help Zhou Li, who is like his biological father, or Hen Yin, who is like his biological mother. At that time, he would be in a dilemma between loyalty and filial piety.

"Oh, yes, there's one more small thing."

Zhou Li thought for a moment and added, "Where is the Sand Scorpion Clan's lair?"

Tucker's face turned yellow.

Tucker quickly put down the yellow-brown shacha wine, stretched out his hand and fiddled with his dislocated mandible twice, and after sorting out his language function, he reluctantly said:

"In Big Sugar."

"I mean."

Zhou Li was more patient. He reached out and shook Tucker's hand, saying earnestly, "If our dear Principal Victor was locked up in a remote membership room for offending the leader of the Sand Scorpion Clan, then where would this membership room usually be?"

Now I understand.

"Hey, you should have told me earlier."

Tucker smiled carefreely and tried hard to pull out his deformed hand. "The interrogation room is in the Sand Scorpion Mansion. Walk in from the main gate and turn left at the first intersection. There is an underground passage. You can see it as soon as you enter."

"Ok?"

Zhou Li raised an eyebrow and asked with narrowed eyes: "You know it very well."

"Hey, don't mention it."

Tucker waved his hand, rubbed his hips, and said, "A while ago, two Sand Scorpions came to me and asked me to help them interrogate a prisoner. But I was rushing to buy the same short-sleeved T-shirt as Lord Hate Yin at the time, so I directly refused. Now that you mentioned it, I realized that it was our dear Principal Victor who was locked up. I often go to the Sand Scorpion interrogation room, so I know where your principal is being held."

"Tsk."

Zhou Li frowned, tutted, and said regretfully: "Why didn't you go?"

"what?"

After a moment of hesitation, Tucker blinked and asked, "You want me to pretend to agree to the Sand Scorpion's interrogation request first, and then work with you to rescue Principal Victor?"

"No."

Zhou Li shook his head and said calmly, "You're strong-armed. You can give that sandworm Victor a good beating."

?

Is he really your principal?

Tucker, who was not very clear about the grudge between Zhou Li and Victor, laughed awkwardly and did not dare to say more.

"Okay, don't forget to help me find out about the restrictions."

Zhou Li stood up, glanced at the things on the counter, and then asked, "Did you find the things I asked you to buy for me?"

"almost."

Tucker tidied the table and said without looking up, "That thing you want is so weird. It needs to adjust the current, integrate the current, and the key is to have a socket that fits the mouse's mouth, which is a bit difficult. But the other thing will arrive tomorrow, and that thing is easy to make, but it's a bit... expensive."

"Just buy it."

Zhou Li waved his hand, then under Tucker's sad eyes, he casually fumbled around and took out a bottle of shacha wine, picked it up and left without forgetting to say a word.

"Drinking too much alcohol can cause osteoporosis. I'll keep it for you."

Chapter 15 Sand Rhythm

Zhou Li sold the Shacha wine he picked up for two silver coins.

The currency of the Kingdom of Jindian is easy to count: one copper coin is worth one yuan, one silver coin is worth ten yuan, and one gold coin is worth one hundred yuan. However, the purchasing power of one copper coin is roughly equivalent to ten yuan on Earth, which means that one silver coin is worth about one hundred yuan.

A bottle of wine can be sold for two hundred yuan, which shows that Tucker, the skeleton magician, is indeed very rich.

Victor can only drink tou gua shao.

And it is the lowest grade unfiltered tou gua shao.

Zhou Li slipped two silver coins into his bag, and the change jingled. Magical code payments had become popular on the Golden Continent. Simply entering a magic pattern allowed for a convenient and fast payment method, eliminating the need to carry cumbersome and heavy metal currency.

What? Why not the Sinai Desert?

If this place were any poorer, we would have to barter.

The architectural style of Datang City is relatively primitive and full of the charm of the Sand Scorpion people. So the question is, what is the charm of the Sand Scorpion people?

Zhou Li raised his head and looked at the strange building that looked like an upside-down chimney, remaining silent.

Brain-damaged, intellectually disabled, mentally retarded.

Any one will do, they will definitely meet one of these three criteria.

Although Zhou Li suspected that this building was a well built by the Sand Scorpion people using the architectural drawings incorrectly, he suppressed the urge to complain and walked forward and knocked on the stone door.

The door didn't open.

Zhou Li was very patient, or rather, anyone who could go to school in Victoria would be patient. If someone was impatient, they would be disgusted to death by Victoria's infrastructure, which was like sandworm shit.

Do you like the fact that there are three corridors but you can only climb into the classroom from the climbing area outside the corridors?

A moment later, a drunken Sand Scorpion, reeking of milk, pushed open the door. He was tall, with a blue tail, and his clothes were tattered. He held a cup in his hand. He glanced at Zhou Li and opened his mouth, his face smacked with the smell of fermented milk from drinking it without brushing his teeth.

"Looking, looking, looking...who are you looking for?"

Resisting the urge to punch the other man's chin into his butt, Zhou Li muttered, "Is your leader here?"

"The leader?"

The Sand Scorpion was stunned for a moment, then said drunkenly, "Our leader sheep was slaughtered and eaten. The Mountain Sheep Tribe can't complain because we ate stowaway sheep. You know, we like to eat everything except sheep, but we love to drink goat milk."

After a pause, the Sand Scorpion raised his cup and shouted with heroic spirit:

“Long live goat’s milk!”

For the first time, Zhou Li felt the word "powerlessness". It was not weakness, nor poisoning, but a mentally sound person who began to communicate with Changshu Arnold. If you ask him which one tastes better, sugar-coated cola or sugar-free cola, he will say that he is handsome.

When the left brain thinks, the right brain laughs.