"I didn't want to either."
As Murphy went to the balcony to collect the dried clothes and fold them up, he relayed what had just happened to Cui Si, saying:
"I can't defy the Clan Leader's order, even if it means marching to my death, I have to do it with a smile, right?"
"This isn't as simple as marching to your death."
Irritated, Cui Si quickly finished her porridge in an improper manner, grabbed the bag and took out a slender scroll with a spiritual energy encryption device from it.
And a seal for decryption.
She fiddled with the two items and said:
"Who sends a secret message with a decryption seal? Little Murphy, you're being used as bait by Salockdale."
"Huh? So, the message is fake?"
Murphy wasn't surprised at all, but in response to his question, Cui Si shook her head and said:
"No, the message is real! But they definitely used coded language. If you can deliver the message to the Midnight Hunters, they'll translate the real message. If you die at the hands of the witch hunters, the superficial information in this secret order would be enough to mislead them into the trap of the Blood Vulture Clan.
Pursuing two co-existing possibilities and advantages, Salockdale's classic style.
The only sacrifice is you, my poor heart-warming descendant."
Cui Si paused here.
She glanced at Murphy who was facing away from her, rolled her eyes and stretched her voice to Murphy:
"But you've accepted the mission, now it's too late to back out, as the infamous useless elder, I don't have much to give you. Considering the year you served me, there's a secret compartment next to the third pillar in the basement. It holds some things from my past.
You should find them useful.
I need to take a nap now, my head hurts... My, how should an elder like me have been worn out by an addiction to alcohol, unacceptable! So from now on, I'm quitting drinking!
Uh...
Never mind, I'll drink one more day today.
I will quit tomorrow for sure!
So it's decided, Little Murphy, give me money! I want to buy liquor!"
"...Go sleep for a while. I'll buy it for you when I go out for a walk tonight."
"Wow, little Murphy, you're so warm-hearted! Come, give me a hug...Wait! You're leaving tonight, who's going to buy the liquor! You dare to deceive me, Murphy! Don't run! I'll beat you!"
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The basement of Cui Si's estate was spacious, the destruction from a psychic explosion a month ago was still very evident, fragments of bricks and tiles were scattered around, the shadow that seemed unable to be wiped off from the floor gave Murphy a chill as he stepped into the darkness.
After all, the body's original owner died here.
This is an ominous place.
"If we really swapped lives, then you should be sitting in an air-conditioned office in the summer exploiting your employees, and I would be suffering here for you, and even having to support that monster mother of yours."
Murphy clasped his hands and said softly:
"If you, who are discontent with mundanity, have inherited the position I struggled to gain for a decade in that world full of supplies, then you should be content with a life without any worries about food and clothing. Don't become a ghost here to torment me, a place where supernatural power truly exists, or else I won't be polite!
You're a dead ghost, I'm a vampire.
Since we're all ghosts, who's afraid of who!"
After completing this mysterious "ritual", Murphy found the secret compartment under the third pillar as instructed by Cui Si and took a package from it.
An exquisite dark red Protective Leather Armor that includes boots and gloves, a scarlet cloak embroidered with patterns, and a cool Gauntlet Swift Sword. All of them are refined artifacts standard to a Blood Clan Elder, probably a final memento of Cui Si's past glorious era.
So she really pulled out her last resources?
"The spiritual energy leak is a bit serious, has it not been maintained for hundreds of years?"
Murphy held the Swift Sword and played a flower trick with it gracefully. His muscle memory retained the remnants of Blood Vulture Swordsmanship, but it was unfortunate that this originally spiritual-powered object had now turned into a chunk of ordinary iron.
It was still sharp enough, though.
He put on the Protective Leather Armor, fastened the clasp of the cloak, then put on the matching vampire black mask on his face and finally pulled up the hood of the armor.
A mysterious Blood Clan image was immediately formed.
Although there was no mirror, it goes without saying that he looked extraordinarily handsome.
After all, the handsome face that didn't require any work to enjoy a comfortable life was the only thing that Murphy could be proud of now.
["Real Different World" test-version administrator system installation package extraction progress: 100%! System installation begins, please wait!
Character card module installation...Test permission allocation...Alpha database binding...Information resonance and Spiritual Psychic Projection module initiation...Authorization completed...Personalized extension mode embedded...Newbie guide module activated...
The time of testing is near!]
The moment Murphy finished changing his equipment, the semi-transparent character card in front of him erupted with a burst of radiance, engulfing all of Murphy's vision.
As if he was thrown into a mysterious nebula, stars twinkled wherever he looked, and the originally simple character card was constantly being installed with new modules, quickly becoming incredibly complex.
In such circumstances, it's hard to accurately perceive the passage of time, but it didn't feel uncomfortable, it was like waiting for a newly downloaded program to start running while sitting in front of the computer.
As the starlight in the background dimmed, a refreshed interface appeared before Murphy: