"Can you ask granny to draw a door for us?"
Han Dong wanted to save some time on the journey.
"Where are you guys going?"
"Lock the building."
As long as it was not related to Lighthouse or places with S-grade ghost stories, the granny could easily draw a door that was directly connected. It was similar to a wormhole … This was the source of power.
Creak!
When Han Dong and Abel pushed open the door, they directly arrived at a building that was pieced together by various keys.
It was the home of the 'key maker'.
In the collection of ghost stories bought from Mr. Aha, this key maker was listed as a member of the [Scary Ghost Stories] side.
It was a special A-grade ghost story, and the [Lock Building] where it was located had extremely strong self-protection measures.
Even if a powerful person came to cause trouble, the defensive measures of the Lock Building would not be effective, and the key maker would be able to reach different areas through the door.
Han Dong followed the 'rules' from last time and quickly found the key maker's main room.
A dwarf with a large ring of keys around his neck and a dwarf with key rings on his hands and feet was sitting on the chair.
When he saw Han Dong arrive, he showed a fierce expression.
Two 'key men' whose outer shell was made of keys and whose inner core was powered by gears were guarding the two sides.
"You shouldn't have come here … Now the streets are filled with people looking for you! Although I'm not from Lighthouse, I don't completely belong to Scary Ghost Stories. My position is neutral. "
A wanted poster was directly thrown at Han Dong's face by the dwarf.
"Oh … If you kill me and my companions, you'll get permanent high-level administrator status, effective immediately. Do you value us that much? "
The dwarf urged, "Leave quickly, if you stay here for too long, even I will get into trouble."
Han Dong did not intend to leave and continued, "This time we're here to ask you to create a special key … In about 24 hours, we'll come back to pick it up."
After that, Han Dong showed the Rolex on his wrist.
At the same time, he added, "If we can deal with Lighthouse, we're willing to give you more private land in the future and allow you to open a larger key factory."
"The moment Lighthouse is built, it cannot be overthrown … Come here to find me on time in 24 hours! If you're five minutes early or late, I won't meet you. "
"Thank you, keymaker."
"Wait …" The keysmith suddenly called out to the two of them. "The lights of the entire theme park have been turned on. Even if you use the power of origin to come here directly, there is still a possibility that you will be discovered … Destroy my two guards and then stab me."
Han Dong did not move.
Instead, a giant white bear attacked from behind.
"Force Palm"
Abel's full-powered palm strike crushed the guards who tried to resist.
It then turned into a white wolf and tore open the keysmith's abdomen with its sharp claws, revealing a portion of his internal organs.
"Wait, that's not enough … This level can't fool Lighthouse."
Han Dong's thought flickered.
A crimson ghostly figure condensed in front of the Key Craftsman, and a blade covered in evil aura cut off his arm.
"You left from the top floor … In the bone key manufacturing room that you have been to, there is a pipe used to discharge the body that can reach the underwater area.
Right now, there are tens of thousands of eyes on you on the streets.
Try not to take the main path. Make use of your relationship with Mr. Aha and find some 'old things' who don't care about worldly affairs. If you can get their help, you can at least live a little longer.
Remember, come to me on time to pick up the goods … "
"Thank you."
As Han Dong and the others left.
The midget locksmith stared at the incision of his broken arm.
Due to the evil aura, the wound was difficult to heal, and even the inlaid gear structure inside could not operate normally.
"What a ruthless attack …"
Just as the midget locksmith picked up his broken arm and tried to reassemble it.
The lights in the channel that should have been cut off began to flicker continuously …
Under the light.
A man with a strong physique, half of his bangs covering his eyes, and wearing a tight suit quickly took shape … There were faint electric arcs flowing between his arms.
The flashlight shone at the keysmith in a low-light mode.
Sizzle!
Even the weakest light made the keysmith's skin evaporate quickly, revealing the metal structure under the skin.
A clone of Lighthouse came and personally investigated.
…
On the other side.
Han Dong and the midget successfully arrived at the sewer.
Because of the Rolex on his wrist, the 'refugees' living in the sewer treated Han Dong as a close friend of Mr. Aha and bowed their heads to express their respect.
However, the refugees below were too weak and had no value at all.
Moreover, the sewer area had many limitations.
Han Dong had asked Mr. Aha a long time ago if he could use the sewer to move forward in the theme park.
The answer was no.
The area that the sewer could lead to only took up 13% of the entire theme park … Most of the areas had been destroyed by Lighthouse, and there was the possibility that there were spies among some of the refugees.
After moving down for a short distance, they encountered a dead end and could only go to the surface area.
Clang!
When the manhole cover was opened.
It corresponded to a recycling station for 'waste'.
It was different from the recycling station that was filled with scrap iron and cardboard.
Most of the things that were piled up here were 'living bodies'.
This was an unrestrained theme park. Some of the ghost stories had strong expressions of desire, and they were not restrained, resulting in the reproduction speed of their offspring to be much faster than that of humans.
However, Lighthouse was also responsible for 'population monitoring'.
Every once in a while, a comprehensive census would be conducted to clean up the newborns who did not have a birth certificate.
Due to the large number, some of the 'waste' that did not taste good would be sent to the recycling station by various ghost stories. They could be exchanged for a sum of money from the boss here.
After accumulating a certain number of limbs, the recycling station would compress and cremate them in a unified manner.
…
"This scene, it's quite interesting …"
The broken limbs that were piled up like a mountain were essentially ghost stories, and they were not completely dead.
A large number of broken arms were crawling here and there.
Some of the heads that were hibernating between the limbs were staring at the two people who crawled out from the sewer, and they smelled a rare wild animal.
At the same time, there were many wanted posters floating in the recycling station.
"They are wanted criminals!! Take their heads to see Master Deng, and we can get a permanent residence permit … We can continue to live. "
For a moment.
The recycling station began to become restless.
The strange heads that emitted a foul stench recalled all their limbs, and after reassembling their bodies … they attacked Han Dong and the man from all directions like running zombies.
At the moment when the battle was about to start.
Whoosh ~
In the darkness of the night, a black thread that had been hidden quickly flew over.
It accurately penetrated the body of each zombie that was pieced together, and in a 'skewered' way, the dozens of zombies surrounding Han Dong and the man were all strung together on a line and sent into the fire not far away to be roasted.
A very powerful presence slowly walked over from one side.
So much so that the limbs in the garbage did not dare to have any thoughts of their own and all hid in the deepest part.
In the darkness.
The one who slowly walked out was the big boss of the recycling station.
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