With his heavy chains slung casually over his shoulder, the iron cobbler hummed an unpleasant ditty as he strode aggressively into the office. As he entered the office, through the faint glow of the stone, he saw the new human player sitting in a chair in front of the computer, watching him calmly.
As for the veteran player who has been in the copy for over three days ...
The iron cobbler gave Xing Feng a contemptuous glance and threw the iron lock to the floor with great force, cracking it.
"Where is my shoe polish? You two untrustworthy humans, how many times have I given you the chance, how many times, time and time again, you have only brought me inferior shoe polish to make things easier. I tell you, the Iron Shoemaker will not let anyone cheat him, so this time if you don't produce the real shoe polish, prepare four drops of bad shoe polish, or else ..." The Iron Shoemaker's ugly face broke into an excited grin, "use your blood instead! "
The iron cobbler's voice was like thunder, shaking the room slightly.
Tang Mo took the shoe polish out and placed it on the table. He looked at the iron cobbler with a calm expression, "That's all there is."
Xing Feng strained his neck and when he saw only one drop of shoe polish on the table, he stared incredulously at Tang Mo and blurted out, "You just killed three shoe polish wolves, you left one drop in the last game, plus the two drops I gave you, how can you only have one drop of shoe polish!"
Tang Mo glanced at him, "I said I only have one drop, so that's one drop, no?"
Xing Feng was so anxious that he crawled on his hands and knees towards the table: "You've just given him only two drops of shoe polish and let him draw my blood once. This is the second time. Two times in a row, the shoemaker will go to that room and drain the player's blood! Aren't you and that player friends, and you're going to watch him die from having his blood drained?"
Tang Mo: "Are you worried about his safety or are you worried about yourself?"
Xing Feng suddenly stalls.
Tang Mo laughed: "You've just had 400 cc's of blood drawn, another 1200 cc's at once will surely kill you."
Xing Feng's face changed for a long time, and his voice was low: "You think I still have shoe polish hidden away? There's no more, there really isn't. I've given you all the shoe polish I have. I really don't have any more shoe polish. I can't make it up this time, and if you really want me dead then I can't help it. You even killed your friends, you're definitely not an official player, you're actually a stowaway!"
Tang Mo ignored him and turned his head directly to the iron cobbler, "Draw blood."
Xing Feng: "You ...!"
The Iron Shoemaker had been watching with interest while Tang Mo and Xing Feng had been talking. He loved the sight of humans killing each other, it was the most delicious feast of all. He had seen the same feast three times before, yet each time he had found it delicious and sweet, the ultimate pleasure tingling his rough taste buds and making him feel that he had made a worthwhile trip out of the Underlander kingdom to come here.
The iron cobbler hemmed and hawed as he picked up the nails and eagerly walked over to Xing Feng. He lifted the long nail and was about to drop it when Tang Mo's voice rang out, "Wait a minute."
Interrupted, the iron cobbler was displeased, "What for, have you found shoe polish again?"
Tang Mo: "Is the shoe polish really only here?"
The iron cobbler didn't understand him for a moment, "I told you to look for it then it must be here, would my honest and loving iron cobbler still deliberately trick you into coming here to a place where there is no shoe polish for you to find shoe polish that doesn't exist?!"
Tang Mo suddenly asked, "How many people have died in this room?"
At these words, Xing Feng, who was huddled in the corner, suddenly stiffened. The iron shoemaker's hand slowly stopped holding up the nail. He looked meaningfully at Tang Mo for a long time and then smiled sinisterly, "Three people. You are the fifth human to enter this room."
As soon as the words left his mouth, a sharp knife came stabbing rapidly towards Tang Mo's back. The man was so fast that he didn't even look like he was limping. His right leg, which looked atrophied, was now stomping hard against the wall, driving a knife hard into Tang Mo's waist.
As if it wasn't the first time he had seen such a sight, the iron cobbler let out a chuckle as he looked on. When the knife went in, however, there was no sound of it entering the flesh. The cobbler gave a surprised "eek" and Xing Feng looked up in disbelief at the young man in front of him.
In the dimly lit room, Tang Mo held the sharp knife with two fingers. The tip of the knife was only a centimetre from his lower back, but no matter how hard Xing Feng pushed, the knife remained firmly between Tang Mo's fingers and could not be moved.
Xing Feng roared, "Aren't you so badly injured that you can't even stand and can only sit!"
Tang Mo said indifferently, "It's a lie that I can't stand, it's true that I'm more seriously injured. But even if I am badly injured, I still have more than enough to deal with you."
Xing Feng's young and svelte face flashed for a moment with a variety of complex expressions, but his eyes suddenly flashed and the corners of his mouth curled up in a wicked smile. Tang Mo sensed a hint of something wrong and a faint sound of wind came to his ears. In the darkness of the room he could not see what was coming with the sound of the wind, and with his powerful hearing he discerned the direction of the sound and ducked his head backwards to avoid it.
A thin steel needle flew quickly past Tang Mo's eyes and, with a whoosh, into the bookshelf behind the table.
This is just the first one.
Xing Feng showed a hint of surprise when he saw Tang Mo avoid the needle, but he wasn't worried. He stepped aside as three needles came from three directions at once. The needles were coming from underneath the computer desk, and Tang Mo was sitting on a chair, so he immediately kicked it out of the way and dodged from side to side to avoid the needles.
The next moment, a fourth needle shot out of the middle of the bookcase.
Tang Mo had already been blocked from moving to avoid the first three needles, and could not avoid this one. Tang Mo's eyes fluttered as he reacted too quickly, pulling back his right hand and ripping up the computer monitor on his desk. Tang Mo waved the computer monitor, that terrifying dynamic vision allowed him to find the needle in such a dim environment, and then with a clink he struck the needle, sending it flying out.
"Ah!" A grunt of pain rang out.
Tang Mo turned his head in surprise.
The iron cobbler laughed out loud when he saw the situation clearly: "Hahahahahaha, after killing the first two players in the same way, you're finally the one who died on top this time? Hahahahahaha, that's hilarious. Killing yourself by a trap you set up, the Underlander Kingdom can't find a joke that funny in a year."
The needle struck by Tang Mo went straight into Xing Feng's arm. It was a very small wound, not fatal in any way. But after the needle went in, Xing Feng's arm turned black as fast as the eye could see. He fell to the ground in pain, covering his arm and wailing.
Tang Mo rushes up to it.
When Xing Feng saw Tang Mo coming, he also thought he was going to help him regardless of his past. When Tang Mo walked over to him, he grabbed Xing Feng's other hand, which had not yet turned black, took out his knife and cut his wrist with great force.
Bright red blood dripped from Xing Feng's wrist.
Half of Xing Feng's face turned ebony. Looking at Tang Mo's cold and bland expression, he struggled to pluck out a few words from his throat, which was half dumbed down by the poison: "You ... are not ..."
Tang Mo drained about 400 cc's of blood and looked up at him, "Is there poison on the needle?"
Xing Feng, not knowing what he meant, nodded with great effort.
Tang Mo: "I don't have the antidote."
Xing Feng's eyes widened and he stared at him with a deadly stare.
Tang Mo: "So, there's no saving you."
The black poison crawled all over Xing Feng's body and stained his last arm. Tang Mo let go of his arm before it turned completely black and borrowed a small bag of blood from a plastic bag. It was all Xing Feng's blood.
Xing Feng, all black, stared straight at Tang Mo, but he was already dead.
From the time the needle was hit to the time he died of poison, everything took thirty seconds.
After Xing Feng's breathing stopped, a crack began to appear on his skin. Like the cracked earth in a drought, the cracks crawled all over his body. Tang Mo watched the strange scene from the sidelines, but the iron cobbler, with an amused laugh, stepped forward and stamped his foot on Xing Feng's face.
Xing Feng's body seemed to turn into broken pottery, and as the iron cobbler's foot fell, his body turned into broken clay and clattered all over the floor. Like every playful child, the iron cobbler jumped up and down on the floor, trampling the broken clay into crumbs and finally fusing it with the floor, turning it into a black powder.
Tang Mo eyed the black floor with a complicated look, "Is ... an alien power?"
Tang Mo has never heard of such a horrible toxin.
After Earth came online, the player's physical fitness took a quantum leap from what it was before, but Xing Feng was actually turned into powder without even uttering a word in the face of this poison.
Tang Mo is unable to use his powers and props once the side quest "Find the Iron Shoemaker's Shoe Polish" is opened. The same must be true for Xing Feng. But assuming Xing Feng used his powers to make a batch of poison needles in advance, he will no longer be able to use his powers once the game starts, but the needles he has already made will not expire and he will still be able to use them.
This poison could be his psychic ability.
The iron cobbler said, "Abnormal ability? This is not a supernatural power, hahahahaha. This is the black poison from the tail of the big centipede on the first floor of The black tower! I don't know where this kid got the black poison from that big centipede, it's fun to step on it, just like stepping on sand."
The iron cobbler had a look on his face that said "I wouldn't give it to you even if you wanted to stomp on it together", but Tang Mo was silent.
He wasn't above stomping on a human corpse for fun, and Xing Feng had already been trampled to powder, so he couldn't have done it if he'd wanted to.
At this point Tang Mo finally realised why none of the players who died in this room had left their bodies behind. Their bodies had been disposed of by Xing Feng with this black poison.
As long as there is a body, the later can discover at a glance how the other died.
Not drained of blood and killed by the iron shoemaker, but by his own companions. Seeing the corpse's death, the new player would not have believed Xing Feng's words. Even though Tang Mo had never trusted Xing Feng and was suspicious and wary of him, he did not realise that Xing Feng had already set up a trap in the room and that at least two of the three players in front of him had died at his hands.
There is no light in this room, Tang Mo only has glowing stones. Xing Feng's trap is hidden very discreetly, with four pins under the desk and one behind the bookshelf. Each pin points in the direction of the chair in front of the desk. According to normal behaviour, players will either be injured or tired after fighting with the shoe polish wolves. At this time, most of them would choose to sit on the chairs and rest.
Because you have to talk to the person on the other end of the computer via video call, you have to be in front of the computer. The best place to rest is in a chair.
Xing Feng's injuries are real, his being so badly hurt that he can't move is fake. He starts acting the moment a new player enters the game, pretending that he is vulnerable. If the new player cannot get through the game, he kills the new player to keep himself alive. And why must he kill the new player and leave him alone ...
Tang Mo lifts his head and looks at the iron cobbler.
Having had enough of the good show, the iron shoemaker threw the iron locks over his shoulder and said contentedly, "Well, now you are the only one left here. Although you can't give the full four drops of shoe polish, your game is over for now. Hey, hey, hey, not enough shoe polish, now it's time for me to go find that human in the grocery room. Drain his blood and make the most beautiful specimen of the Underlander Kingdom!"
The iron cobbler leapt towards the door of the office with a large iron nail in his hand.
Tang Mo said, "When there's only one player left here, the game will end and you won't force him to give you shoe polish again?"
The iron cobbler stops and turns his head to look at Tang Mo. He looks at Tang Mo with mockery and ridicule in his eyes, as if he sees a new Xing Feng through him. Now you can learn from that human, even if you can't find my shoe polish, as long as you survive to the end, you won't die. Let's see, ah, the computer is broken, where should you set the trap? How about setting traps in the ceiling?" The Iron Shoemaker was very positive in giving Tang Mo advice, "No one can climb that high to observe what's on the ceiling, where to make a trap will surely kill your new companion."
Tang Mo's heart grows cold.
That's the hardest part of this game. It's not finding the shoe polish, it's not participating in some weird Happy Quiz, it's having a companion who wants to kill you every second of the day to stay alive. You try everything to find the shoe polish to get through the game, but he knows that if he kills you, he can live.
Even if you can't get through, if you die, he can live.
In this way, the chances of finding shoe polish are even closer to infinitely zero.
The Iron Shoemaker was still deliberately trolling Tang Mo, giving him the idea to kill his new companion, when an icy voice rang out.
"Who says I didn't find shoe polish."
The iron shoemaker's voice paused as he swept Tang Mo up and down and said indifferently, "Well, well, so you still want to save that human. But even if you give me four drops of shoe polish now, I'm not going to drain that human's blood. As long as next time, you don't give me five drops of shoe polish ... hey hey hey, I'll go and drain that human's blood just the same."
Tang Mo did not speak. He pulled the fruit knife straight out and raised his left hand. He slashed his arm with determination, and the blood flowed down his arm and into the plastic bag in which he had just filled with Xing Feng's blood.
The iron cobbler's face instantly sank and his smile disappeared.
Bright red blood gurgled out of Tang Mo's cut, filling a small plastic bag in no time. This was no problem for Tang Mo, even if the wound he had just inflicted in his fight with the four shoe polish wolves was ten times worse.
He stared intently at the tiny plastic bag, watching his own blood merge with Xing Feng's a little at a time.
The two men's blood was so mixed together that it was impossible to tell whose was whose. Tang Mo stared at the blood in the plastic bag, and when he reached a certain amount of blood (over 400 cc's like Xing Feng's), a blinding white light lit up in the bag. The light was so bright that Tang Mo could hardly open his eyes, but he did not avert his eyes and continued to stare at the bag.
Ten seconds later, Tang Mo gets a good look at the contents of the bag. He closed his eyes and lifted the corners of his lips. He sighed with relief and gave a faint smile, "Do you ... have to go and drain him now?"
On the other side of the factory, in the grocery room.
Fu Wenduo looks at the four options in front of him with a calm expression.
Wang Xiaotian held her cute cartoon face and shook her head: "Choose, Fu. Miss Turkey has finished her warm-up exercise and she can't wait to tear you apart. There are only ten seconds left, so choose quickly and don't waste Miss Turkey's precious time."
On the title box hovering in front of Fu Wenduo, the following line is displayed -
"Question 13, what is Miss Turkey's cousin's name?"
"A. fire chick, B. fire two chick, C. turkey cousin, D. turkey chicken."
Fu Wenduo's eyes wandered over the four options. Wang Xiaotian is already impatient, and Fu Wenduo presses the options at the last second.
Wang Xiaotian smiled happily, "Cousin C. Turkey, congratulations on the wrong answer! Please ask player Fu to accept the punishment 'challenge Miss Turkey and survive three hours in Miss Turkey's hands'. So now, Miss Turkey you can head to the reality copy ... Eh, Miss Turkey you left in such a hurry and went so soon?!"
Fu Wenduo pressed one hand to the dagger and the next a giant turkey appeared in front of him.
"Gu Gu Gu Gu, Fu Wenduo! I'll tear you to pieces!!!"
The two-metre tall turkey fluttered her two large wings and dashed in front of Fu Wenduo with a dexterity that did not match her size at all. Fu Wenduo quickly dodged it, but the big turkey outpaced him with a double stomp of her feet. Hatred and anger consumed the Great Turkey's senses, and all she could see was this damned stowaway, the damned stowaway who had taken her turkey eggs and whom she could not get back!
"Coo, tear it to pieces!!!"
The turkey flapped down with one wing and Fu Wenduo ran backwards, stepping on the wall with one foot and flying through the air to avoid the blow. At the same time, with a flick of his wrist, his military dagger sliced between his fingers in a beautiful flourish, and the blade came forward and stabbed the turkey straight in the throat.
"Clang--"
There was a crisp metallic clash and the turkey was unharmed. Fu Wenduo took two steps backwards and steadied himself with one hand on the ground.
The giant turkey laughed mockingly, "Can you hurt me with a weapon like that? Stupid human, coo-coo!"
As she speaks, the big turkey rushes forward again. She didn't need to make any extra movements, Fu Wenduo's knife couldn't hurt her by a single feather and she had to keep avoiding it. Soon, on a collision course, the turkey's claws made a bloody gash on Fu Wenduo's cheek. With a sinister laugh, the giant turkey took advantage of the situation and tried to kill Fu Wenduo.
Fu Wenduo put his arms in front of him to block the blow, but his whole body was slammed into the wall by the force of the blow. Fu Wenduo fell to one knee, his dagger having just been jolted away from him in the close fight with the big turkey and landed on the far side, he propped himself up on one hand and looked up at the dagger.
The big turkey kicked the dagger behind himself and smiled grimly, "You have nothing but your hands to fend off my claws next time. Fu Wenduo, this is all karma for you stealing my turkey eggs coo!!!" At the words, the big turkey was about to charge up again.
It was at this point that a loud child's voice rang out across the room -
"Dingdong! Complete side quest two: find the Iron Shoemaker's shoe polish."
The big turkey's movements froze in mid-air as Fu Wenduo raised his head slightly, a hint of surprise on his face. The next second, he curled his lips and stood up. Fu Wenduo moved his wrists and craned his neck again. He felt the strength that was gradually returning to his body as he slowly lifted his head and looked at the giant turkey in front of him.
The big turkey's feathers stood up all over his body, "Goo ... goo?"
On the small TV, Wang Xiaotian exclaimed, "Ah, this is the end of the special edition of Happy Quiz? That's too soon. Miss Turkey, please finish your personal feud with the contestant, because in ten minutes this copy of reality will be closed and the crew will ask Mr. Iron Shoemaker to bring you back with them.
Giant turkeys swoop in front of the TV screen: "Goooo, help goo ...!!!"
Two months ago Fu Wenduo almost killed this turkey, and now two months have passed.
Fu Wenduo smiled as he looked at the turkey, who had been strutting her stuff a moment ago, and with a flip of his right hand, the lower half of his arm instantly turned into a pitch-black, sharp weapon. He said in a low voice: "You are called Miss Turkey, why is your cousin not called Cousin Turkey? MOMO is not going to be returned to you, but you still have ten minutes ... to get your revenge."
"Cooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"
Ten minutes later, standing in the open space of the food processing plant, Tang Mo sees Fu Wenduo approaching from a distance.
Fu Wenduo has not a single wound on his body, but Tang Mo himself is covered in bruises. These wounds look serious, but they are only superficial, and Tang Mo does not even need to use earthworm tears. Now that he has recovered his powers, his body's self-healing ability has returned to normal, and it only takes half an hour for these wounds to heal on their own. Except for some wounds where the shoe polish wolf had bitten off the blood and flesh, it would probably take two to three days to recover as before.
Fu Wenduo looks at the wounds on Tang Mo's body and frowns slightly, his eyes resting on his left arm.
Tang Mo laughed, "I just cut this one myself. The iron cobbler's shoe polish is human blood, so I had to get some blood to win this game."
Fu Wenduo: "Didn't you try this once before and the answer wasn't human blood?"
Tang Mo explained, "I had the Iron Shoemaker draw the blood of another player that time, and that player was already dead, and his blood really wasn't shoe polish." Tang Mo didn't say how Xing Feng died or who killed him, but Fu Wenduo sensed a bit of truth in his cold words and didn't ask more.
Tang Mo continues, "Four clues. First, every human has seen the iron shoemaker's shoe polish; second, the shoe polish wolf loves to eat shoe polish; third, shoe polish has the quality of fusion or hardness; and fourth, shoe polish is obtained from humans." Tang Mo looked at Fu Wenduo and smiled, "Every human being has seen his mother's blood at the moment of birth, and the blood is from a human being. The shoe polish wolves love to eat my flesh and blood, to be precise. I deliberately put some blood on the ground before I fought with the four shoe polish wolves, and they really couldn't wait to flock up and lick the blood. And in the end, the shoe polish was fused."
One person's blood won't do, Fu Wenduo thought, "It takes two human bloods fused together to do that?"
"Maybe so." Tang Mo said, "Or maybe, the real shoe polish should be the player's blood. 400 cc's of human blood is equivalent to one drop of bad shoe polish, and it's possible that two players' blood, or two drops of bad shoe polish, fuse together to make the real shoe polish. That's what I just did. Before that player died, I picked up some of his blood and added it to mine to make real shoe polish."
Fu Wenduo: "Another possibility, is the real shoe polish the player's blood?"
Tang Mo: "Shoe polish is fused and a player's blood cannot be made into shoe polish. But it's also possible that in the room I was in, only my blood was taken or only another player's blood was taken, so that none of what was taken was 'player's blood'."
Fu Wenduo understood. He did not participate in Tang Mo's game, but in these few words he understood what Tang Mo meant.
Tang Mo said: "Any one person's blood is only 'part of the player's blood'. The real shoe polish is the blood of the players, and any less than one person's blood will not do. That's the second possibility."
I'm afraid Xing Feng never imagined that Tang Mo didn't want him dead, that he didn't have to kill Tang Mo at all.
Tang Mo didn't know the two players Xing Feng killed, he wouldn't have been so overwhelmed with justice that he had to avenge Xing Feng's death for two strangers. There are still a few people in the world who have clean hands since Earth came online, and even Tang Mo himself has killed more than one person.
Tang Mo began by trying to fuse his own blood with Xing Feng's to see if shoe polish could be made. He asked the iron cobbler if the shoe polish was only in this factory to find out if he could make shoe polish without Fu Wenduo's blood, which he could not get.
The iron cobbler gave him a positive answer, so he then decided to take a chance and try it.
If this time was not right, he would have another chance. He will give four drops of shoe polish to the iron cobbler and save Fu Wenduo's life. He and Fu Wenduo would have one last chance. He would not use the king's gold coin to escape until the moment of truth. For one thing, it was too valuable, and for another, once he was gone, Fu Wenduo's side was almost certain to lose.
Tang Mo had long speculated whether the players who died in this facility were only two, as Xing Feng had said.
While Fu Wenduo has one player there, Tang Mo has two.
Could it be that the basic requirement for this copy is a minimum number of two on one side and one on the other? In that case, when there are three corpses on Fu Wenduo's side, there can't be two corpses on Xing Feng's side.
If you fail, the player in Xing Feng dies and the player in Fu Wenduo is drained of blood and turned into a dry corpse. One for one, plus Xing Feng, and the plant will always have one more player than the grocery room.
Perhaps at the beginning, Xing Feng was not aware of the "only one player left to live" rule. He was lucky that he and another player were among the first to enter the copy. That player died before him and the cobbler told him "you can live without dying, as long as you kill one of your companions". From then on, he started killing people.
Xing Feng is dead, his thoughts, the things he did buried in time, and no one knows the truth anymore.
Without giving it another thought, Tang Mo took a look at Fu Wenduo. It's not often that he is so relaxed, having just had a thrilling game, and Tang Mo is in a happy mood.
You can only be friends if you have truly lived and died together.
-- The Pinocchio one doesn't count.
Tang Mo is in a joking mood: "You seem to have it a lot easier there than I do." He was referring to the lack of wounds on Fu Wenduo's body.
Fu Wenduo noticed that Tang Mo had dropped his guard a little, and he looked thoughtfully at the young man in front of him and said, "There are wounds, no less than yours. But my supernatural powers are related to this, and the wound recovers quickly after my supernatural powers are restored."
Tang Mo's mind wanders.
To be able to recover from such a serious injury in just ten minutes?
Tang Mo unmovingly surveyed the tall man in front of him, and began to secretly wonder what this man's psychic ability was, and by the way, calculate ... whether it was possible to get this man's psychic ability.
The iron cobbler comes listlessly through the doorway of the factory, dragging his heavy chains with him. In his left hand he holds an iron spike, a small black shoe polish suspended from the tip of the spike. It magically hovers there out of thin air, advancing a little with the iron cobbler's slow pace.
The iron cobbler walked up to Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo and gave them a casual look: "Well, as a hard-working and lovely iron cobbler, since you have helped me find shoe polish, I must of course give you a reward as well. Let me fix your shoes for you as a reward."
"Dingdong! Trigger main quest: watch the lovely iron cobbler fix shoes."
Tang Mo: "..."
Fu Wenduo: "..."
Something doesn't feel quite right?
Tang Mo finally realised what was wrong when one of his feet was left bare in the air and the iron cobbler took his shoe and started banging nails.
... Why does he have to do this childish, one foot in front of the other, stupid thing!
Fu Wenduo was the second shoe repairer. It seems that the iron cobbler had a grudge against Tang Mo and decided to repair Tang Mo's shoes first.
Tang Mo was really uncomfortable. Luckily he didn't have foot odour and his feet didn't stink, otherwise it would have been worse than losing the game if Fu Wenduo had smelt the strange smell. However, the iron cobbler seemed to have done it on purpose, and when he got Tang Mo's shoes, he pinched his nose in disgust and said, "It stinks!"
Fu Wenduo gave a low laugh.
Tang Mo completely blackened his face.
His feet really don't stink at all!
The cobbler thumped for a long time, and Tang Mo felt Fu Wenduo's eyes lingering on his bare foot for a while. He was wearing socks, but he felt weird and had to look away to carry out his main task of "watching the cute iron cobbler fix his shoes" accurately.
Ten minutes later, the iron cobbler had finished repairing Tang Mo's two shoes and it was Fu Wenduo's turn.
The iron cobbler held up one of Fu Wenduo's boots and as quickly as he did, he pinched his nose, "Ouch, it stinks!"
This time it's Fu Wenduo's turn: "..."
Tang Mo couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The two men's eyes met in the air.
Fu Wenduo's eyes are deep, Tang Mo calmly holds back his laughter.
"There, you two humans have your stinking shoes fixed. My skills as an iron cobbler repairing shoes are a household name in the kingdom of the Underlanders, I dare say second, no one dares say first. This time I fixed your shoes, so you can remember it for the rest of your lives."
The iron cobbler appears to be smashing his shoes with nails, but Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo's shoes appear unchanged from before. At this point, The black tower's clear beep sounded -
"Ding Dong! Complete the main quest: watch the cute iron cobbler repair shoes. Pass the realistic copy of 'That Lovely Iron Shoemaker' and receive the reward 'Magical Shoes'."
[Props: Magic Shoes]
[Owned by: Tang Mo, Fu Wenduo].
[Quality: Fine].
[Grade: Level 2].
[Attack Power: None]
[Function: Wearing these magical shoes, you can ignore gravity and walk on any flat surface at will, such as ceiling, water, etc.].
[Restriction: Can only be used once a day for one hour].
[Remark: Somebody help! Newton's coffin board can't hold it down!
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The author has something to say.
Tangtang: Such a powerful psychic power, how the hell am I supposed to get Mr. Fu's psychic power? ...
Mr. Fu: Come and eat me up and not pay me [grin