Everyone had their own secrets. Zhang Heng didn't ask Shen Xixi how she got the small scale and what kind of agreement she made with Justitia, the goddess of justice, that night. Shen Xixi also didn't ask how Zhang Heng knew where Yogurt and 1810 would meet.
Both she and Black Swan followed Zhang Heng here. That was why they appeared at the critical moment and prevented one, no, two tragedies.
Now, Zhang Heng had two Grade-B game items, second only to the top executives of some major guilds. However, his biggest secret was the extra 24 hours. To Shen Xixi, Zhang Heng had been investigating Yogurt's kidnapping with her all night. In fact, Zhang Heng left Shen Dongxing's apartment after midnight. Using the tracking skills he learned in the Deduction dungeon, it took him about four hours to find the two. After that, Zhang Heng did not kidnap them. Instead, he quietly implanted a Trojan horse program to monitor and locate Yogurt and Shen Dongxing's phone.
If 1810 admitted to it after he arrived, the investigation would end here. If he refused to admit to it, Zhang Heng could quickly find Yogurt and Shen Dongxing.
In any case, the matter was finally resolved. However, 1810's original team was disbanded. When they parted ways, Black Swan hinted to Zhang Heng that if he was willing to play with her, something might happen between the two of them. However, Zhang Heng declined her offer.
Since the beginning of the game, Zhang Heng had never thought of forming a team. Although the difficulty of the proxy war dungeon had increased, he could handle it alone for now.
Other than that, Zhang Heng also asked 1810 for the remaining payment.
The latter did not have enough game points to pay, and the Death Illusion had been exposed. In the end, he decided to give Zhang Heng this Grade-C game item with one more use.
Zhang Heng thought about it and agreed to the deal. The Death Illusion was a special game item. It was a good trump card, but it also had certain limitations. Once its characteristics were known, it would be completely useless. Zhang Heng didn't care, though. As long as he could use it in the dungeon, he didn't expect to fake his death to get away.
In just one night, he had obtained three game items, especially the last game item of the Shadow series. After saying goodbye to Black Swan and Shen Xixi, he did not go anywhere else. Instead, he went straight to the checkpoint and found the bartender lady.
"Ha, you actually managed to gather this set of items. You're quite efficient," the bartender said after seeing the four items on the table.
"You said that when I find all of them, I can inherit part of the original owner's power," Zhang Heng said.
"Yes, that's right. But I also told you that you have to go through some sort of test." The bartender lady said as she picked up the Shadow Key. "You only have one use left for this thing. As for the new thing you got, once you decide to inherit its power, whether you succeed or not, you won't be able to use it again."
"I know, but it doesn't matter."
The Shadow Key and the Shadow Foot were both E and F level game items. Their value was limited, and they had been used before. The Shadow Key only had one use left. After thinking about it, Zhang Heng decided not to wait. After all, he already had a lot of game items on him, but he only had a pair of hands.
In contrast, the game items were overflowing. Every time he entered a dungeon, he had to think about what to bring with him. It was as painful as thinking about what to eat and wear every morning. Instead of that, he might as well switch to an agent-like ability.
"Since you don't have any objections," the bartender lady shrugged, "when do you plan to take the test?"
"Does there need to be any pre-ritual?"
"Of course, the ritual needs to be done, but it's very simple. If you want to, you can do it now."
"Then let's start now," Zhang Heng said.
…
In less than a quarter of an hour, the bartender lady completed all the preparations. Zhang Heng watched from the side, feeling that she was no different from her usual bartending routine. The only difference was that she had replaced the ingredients she used with some strange ones, including lizard tails, rat skulls, and the like. She smashed all of them in the wall-breaking machine, and the bartender wrapped them in some suspicious tobacco and rolled them into a homemade cigar.
Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, I know it looks a little traditional, but it can't be helped. Those ancient guys loved it. As early as BC, the Mayans and Indians smoked tobacco. They believed that it allowed them to communicate with the gods. This recipe was also left behind by the Mayans," the bartender lady said. "Don't underestimate this thing. It's not easy to gather all the raw materials in modern society. So, whether you succeed or not, you have to pay me 50 game points."
"What should I do?" Zhang Heng took the cigar.
"Just carry the four game items with you. It's best if they come into contact with your body. Then, light the cigar. By the way, do you have any other game items? Leave them with me first. Otherwise, they may interfere with communication, especially the game items left behind by some powerful beings. The original owner of this Shadow Series should have passed away for some time, and there's not much power left behind. You'd better not have too much hope."
"Huh?"
The bartender lady thought for a while and decided to explain, "If the original owner is still alive, it's almost impossible to get the full set. After all, if it's not for a special reason, no one would want to share a part of their power. Sharing a part of their power means accelerating their decline. As an agent, you should know this. So, the set of game items you got should belong to a very ancient existence."
Zhang Heng nodded and temporarily stored all his game items in the game checkpoint according to the bartender lady's instructions. After that, he sat cross-legged on the booth and placed the four game items on his lap, sticking to his skin. After everything was done last night, he lit the cigar and took a deep puff.
The taste … it wasn't as disgusting and strange as he imagined. There was even a strange fragrance mixed with it.
It seemed that being a Mayan priest wasn't too unacceptable a profession.
Zhang Heng took a small puff, then took two big puffs. White smoke rose in front of his eyes, but the strange thing was that it didn't spread around. Instead, it hovered around him, getting thicker and thicker.
Zhang Heng fell into a half-awake state. He had lost track of time and where he was. When the cigar was finished, the smoke dissipated on its own.
Zhang Heng looked at the scene in front of him and frowned.
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