Global Cards: I Create Oriental Mythology Card Group

Chapter 220 [Red and white collision] 3.0, Goldman Sachs lost (two in one)

"Strong man, strong man!"

Calling hurriedly, with a bit of straightforwardness, echoed in Goldman Sachs' ears.

He turned his head to look, and saw a ghost hiding in the bushes, looking towards him.

"Liang Shanbo?"

Gao Sachs covered his aching forehead and glanced him up and down: "Are you still 'alive'?"

"Marvin was in a hurry to get married, and he didn't find me for a while, so he left in a panic..."

Seeing Gao Sheng's distressed appearance, Liang Shanbo said cautiously: "The strong man went to [Duruoshan Ghost Temple]?"

"Hmm." Goldman Sachs said unhappily.

"Hey, Shan Gui and Jiang Zhu, the two empresses, are both..."

Before Liang Shanbo finished speaking, he was interrupted by Gao Sheng with a wave of his hand: "I've already been beaten up, what's the use of your fart?"

After all, he took a long breath and looked at the ghost with gloomy eyes: "I don't care if you are an NPC derived from a card or a clone of the year, the rules of the field card are there, and you should provide me with help and guidance. "

"Say, where is your funeral procession?"

Liang Shanbo looked at him firmly, and said, "Under the mountain."

"Under the mountain..."

Goldman closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath.

Since the funeral procession was at the foot of the mountain, why did he make a special trip up there?
"I was beaten twice for nothing."

Gritting his teeth, Goldman raised his hand and turned out several cards.

Cracks appeared on the border of the blue brand card with the bald old man on the cover.

In order to use it again, it must be stored for a long time with mental power.

[Catastrophe and Necropolis Circle] Not to mention, being stabbed repeatedly by Brother Zongzi, the original source was damaged.

Just accumulating and nourishing will not play a big role, and high-quality materials of the same type must be added.

Looking at all the cards in his hand, the blood stamen flower king is still in good condition and can be used as a bodyguard.

Then there is [Yuanxi Qianwang Mausoleum Protector Figurines].

Although the card surface was a bit bleak, it didn't suffer too much damage, and the support scene was okay.

only……

[Fanjiang Fish Scale Armor] lost two sets, and [Ten Xin Diaolong Fire Gun] also lost three.

"Calendar..."

Gritting his teeth, Goldman Sachs couldn't help feeling angry when he thought of the stolen equipment.

Immediately consuming part of his mental power, he recited the card's real name, and forcibly recalled the bald old man's natal magic weapon: [Heifengxie Arm Repairing Bone Nail], holding it firmly in his hand.

This card was made by himself, it is connected to the Sea of ​​Consciousness, and it can be recalled.

As for the rest...

[Refining Pills and Pounding Medicine Pestle], [Silver Threaded Copper Clothes from King Qian's Mausoleum], and [Reciting Black Wind Bronze Bell] are all things he has only recently acquired.

In the eyes of ordinary card masters, it is an equipment card that urgently needs to establish a spiritual sense and strengthen the connection with the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the eyes of a card maker, it is a "part", but in a professional term, it is a "material".

There is no such thing as a "fetter" at all.

After being taken away, naturally it cannot be called back.

Therefore, after getting a good material, the card maker will often come up with a story in line with its style and characteristics at the first time, and transform it into its own card.

This behavior is also known as "shuffling".

Yingtai and Daiyu are actually products of this kind of thinking.

The saying "Materials don't stay overnight" has been integrated into the blood of card makers as early as hundreds of years of the dark card makers era.

They are already the luckiest group.

To make the "material" into its own shape, you only need to make up a reasonable story.

Ordinary card masters still need to spend a lot of time and energy to cultivate bonds, spirituality, and hand feeling, so as to strengthen their connection with the sea of ​​consciousness, which is simply not too difficult.

Normally, as soon as Goldman Sachs gets these materials, it should transform them into its own cards.

However, time is limited, and not everyone is like a calendar, and their heads are comparable to the knowledge base of mythology.

In just two or three days, it would be good to be able to change the bone nails, and the rest can only be used directly.

As a result... it's all cheap.

These are actually okay to say, after all, they are all his own fault.

What really made him uncomfortable was actually the motorcycle.

This so-called suspended motorcycle is an industrial creation based on the card technology tree, and it is inherently devoid of spirituality.

Rely on a key to identify people.

He just thought about it, put the key away, and kept the motorcycle running, so that he could escape at any time.

No matter how particular the year is, there is always a bottom line.

Just like the sentence his brother knew from the ruins and often chanted: "The besieged master must be quelled, and the poor will not be oppressed."

No matter how bad it is, there are still veterans guarding outside, with his strength at the forefront of the four-star blue product, he will never lose sight of the motorcycle, right?

It's a pity that he overestimated the quality of Ji Nian, and underestimated Kaling's heart to protect the card maker to the death.

"Ugh."

At this point, he only blamed himself for not making up stories so quickly. As for the calendar...

"Even if I lose the cards in my hand and go to the river to find a fish, I will smash his head out!"

After all, he raised his hand and turned out a gray-framed vehicle card.

This card is far less cool than the hover bike.

From the surface alone, it is a 24-share bicycle with adjustable seats.

The same is true.

He rented this card at the parking lot downstairs of the hotel for 30 yuan, covering half a year.

Originally, it was just a fresh picture, but I didn't expect it to be useful one day.

"How do you adjust this seat..."

Goldman Sachs, who came from a wealthy background, drove a customized electric car for children when he was a child, and a sports car made by himself when he was a little older. He basically had no chance to touch bicycles.

What's more, I was so anxious that I squatted there and studied for a long time, but I didn't know how to adjust the seat.

"Strong man, you buckle this knob, and then try to break off the seat."

The calendar is a little helpless, if the ink continues like this, he will not be able to catch the first bus back to Qingshan.

As Liang Shanbo, he mentioned it from the side.

"That's true."

Goldman adjusted the seat to the height that suited him.

The joy brought by the freshness and sense of accomplishment washed away the tiredness on his face in just an instant.

"Thank you."

He subconsciously said something, and after he realized it, he immediately turned his head and saw Liang Shanbo floating behind him.

"It's time for a strong man."

Liang Shanbo chuckled and landed on the back seat, weightless, like a gust of wind.

"You still tell me the truth..."

Gao Sheng said in a deep voice, stepped on the pedals, pounded and turned over, the movements were natural.

It was obviously his first time riding a bike, but he looked like a chasing boy.

"How dare Xiaosheng lie to benefactor?" Liang Shanbo said sincerely.

"Then why do you say that my protection money was smashed by Ma Wencai's copper plate?"

Goldman Sachs asked coldly.

"Ma Wencai does have a piece of protection money, Xiaosheng has absolutely no lies!"

Hearing this, Liang Shanbo raised three fingers, pointing to the sky.

"Barely trust you once."

Goldman Sachs snorted coldly, and continued: "Then tell me, what will be the consequences of the collision of joy and sorrow?"

"Happy mourning..."

Liang Shanbo fell into melancholy when he heard the words, and looked up to the sky and sang softly: "I only want two hearts to make a good couple, but who knows that it will be difficult to marry Zhu Yingtai in this life. I am full of grief and anger and have nowhere to complain... Infinite joy turns into ashes!"

While singing, pointing fingers and shaking shoulders.

"Where the hell do you get so many dramas? Get down to business!" Goldman Sachs interrupted sharply.

"Happiness and mourning collide, it's an extremely evil sign, and there may be disasters." Liang Shanbo replied honestly with his hands on his knees.

"Then I'll record the whole process of your reunion..." Goldman Sachs paused slightly.

Liang Shanbo replied: "Nine deaths and a lifetime."

"Then there is still a [-]/[-] chance of winning, tell me, what is your life?" Goldman Sachs said brightly.

"Uh." Liang Shanbo rearranged his language after hearing the words: "The strong man may have misunderstood, Xiaosheng said 'nine' is an imaginary number..."

"I don't care if you're good or bad, just tell me what the 'life' is. There's so much nonsense."

"The 'life' is tied to Ma Wencai's body."

"Ma Wencai? What does this have to do with him?"

"A strong man should know that the Ma family and the Zhu family have entered into a marriage contract. As long as this contract exists, Yingtai and I will be strangers in the 'jurisprudence'. Happy and mournful collisions will bring about disasters. But if... "

"I can't get the marriage contract back. I just got beaten up and didn't even see the shadow of the marriage contract." Goldman Sachs was quite honest.

"If we really can't get the marriage contract, we can also find Ma Wencai himself and ask him to unilaterally tear up the contract, which can also dispel the evil spirit."

"Ma Wencai himself? Where is he now?"

"The front is tall and the back is short, and there is a long box."

"I'm guessing riddles with you here? Speak human language!"

"The back is short and the front is tall, with a long box."

"..."

Goldman Sachs fell silent for a while, didn't say anything, and only accelerated the pedaling of the shared bicycle.

Others say "going up the mountain is easy and going down the mountain is difficult", but he went down the mountain faster, which was far easier than when he came.

Perhaps it was due to an illusion, he always felt that the "driving experience" of this shared bicycle was better than that of a hoverbike.

"The front is tall and the back is short, a long box..."

Not long after arriving at the foot of the mountain, Gao Sheng couldn't help thinking deeply when he looked at the iron house with a tall front and a short back.

This is what he built after the tent was burnt by the corpse poison, and it should be a very regular cuboid.

But now... half crushed by an uprooted tree.

"I……"

Goldman's lips moved, and he was stunned for a long time, but didn't say anything.

"The shape of this house does not correspond to the saying that the front is tall and the back is short? Ma Wencai'maybe' is here."

"Strong man, why don't we go in and take a look."

Liang Shanbo encouraged from the side.

"Ah."

Came all the way, chatted all the way, Goldman Sachs increased some trust in "Liang Shanbo".

But as the saying goes, one must be on guard against others.

Looking at the iron house that was half smashed down in front of him, a hint of relief flashed in Gao Sheng's eyes.

Swallowing, carrying a long knife in one hand and a bone nail in the other, under the protection of Xuerui Kao and five mausoleum guards, he kicked open the twisted door.

thump!thump! !thump! ! !
Under all kinds of tension, his heartbeat gradually became faster. Goldman Sachs took a deep breath, first let a few Kalings into the room, centered himself, and moved slowly.

During this process, no changes occurred.

Except that half of the iron house collapsed, the rest of the layout was the same as before.

This surprised him quite a bit.

In his mind, this place should be looted, and Ma Wencai sat in a "blank" with a wicked smile.

But now, everything is normal.

And this is the biggest problem.

"Where did you go wrong?"

Gao Sachs rubbed his chin, and a sincere face suddenly flashed in his mind, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, and a chill rose all over his body.

Turning around subconsciously, he saw the funeral bridegroom in a blood robe and red flowers hanging on his front, smiling and looking at him, his expression changed suddenly, and he suddenly swung his sword...

"what."

Gao Sheng subconsciously exclaimed, took a few steps back, and hurriedly swung his knife to block, but only an afterimage passed by.

When he came back to his senses, there was no shadow of the groom, only Liang Shanbo, who was full of concern, stood by the door, motionless.

"This is... the hallucinations caused by the lack of mental strength and blood energy?"

Goldman Sachs pressed his slightly throbbing temple, sat down on the undamaged chair, his ears humming softly.

"Hearing hallucinations..."

The two symptoms struck at the same time, and Goldman Sachs was really unable to hold on.

So he ordered the mausoleum guards to open the windows, thinking about ventilating first.

The next moment, there was a mountain wind blowing.

Then came a cold, damp, white and gray fog.

"Cough cough!"

Goldman subconsciously coughed twice.

He smelled the smell of corpse-rot hidden in the mountain wind.

"Brother Gao."

At this time, Liang Shanbo who was guarding the door suddenly spoke and bowed his hands to him.

Instead of being called "strong man" as before, he was renamed "Brother Gao".

"Brother Xie Gao is willing to fulfill my marriage with Yingtai."

"The coffin comes, and the soul returns. Xiaosheng can only accompany Brother Gao to this place."

"Happiness and mourning collide, it's too dangerous. Brother Gao really doesn't have to take such risks for me, a lonely ghost."

"It's enough to have this friendship."

After all, the white smoke drifts away.

Seeing this scene, Goldman Sachs took a few deep breaths, feeling a little heavy in his heart for some reason.

After simply adjusting his mood, he turned his head to look out the window, and saw a black coffin with the words "Fu" and "Shou" written in red pen slowly appearing in the white mist.

"Ugh-"

The rather sharp suona sound seemed extremely heavy at this moment.

Zhi Zha Pu led the paper flower horse, and slowly moved forward step by step.

Gao Sheng shook his head, only to feel that the whole world had turned into black, white and gray.

Countless paper money with round square holes fell on his shoulders through the tin roof.

"Brother Liang!"

There was a sudden cry from heaven and earth, which made people feel sad and horrified when they heard it.

"A farewell to a mountain temple is a farewell to eternity, and there is no fate in the world to grow old together."

"I thought that people in Tianshui wished for a married couple, but who would have expected that the name was not listed in the marriage book."

"It originally meant that you pulled the red rope to climb the magpie bridge. Who would have thought that the magpie would sing before the crow."

"It originally meant that you came on horseback to meet Sheng Xiao, but unexpectedly, your soul returned to Naihe Bridge overnight."

"I thought of taking a sedan chair when I passed your door, but I didn't expect to come here in white clothes to pay tribute to my filial piety."

"I don't see Brother Liang, I see the graveyard, and I cry out to heaven and mourn."

"The fate of the two is bound to be difficult to change, how can you marry Ma Wencai?"

The sound of sorrow is near and far away, sometimes it seems to be close to the ears, sometimes it seems to be far away in the sky.

Goldman Sachs looked around, but he was still not sure where the singing came from.

Seeing that the spirit team was less than ten meters away, they were about to crash into the iron house.

From such a close distance, you can even see the smile, blush, and stickers on the paper figurine's face.

Without saying a word, Goldman Sachs climbed over the wall and rushed straight up the mountain.

But at the corner, they bumped into a sending-off team head-on.

Suona, relying on the leader, and the servants follow each other.

The sedan chair is dark red and looks like a coffin.

There are two white gauze lamps in front of the sedan chair, and three thousand paper silver ingots behind the sedan chair.

A cold wind blows from the mountains, the curtain of the sedan chair rises, and the lips of the bride move.

"Brother Liang, you are so cruel."

The voice was extremely cold, as if a gust of wind was blowing from behind his neck, making Gao Sachs tremble.

He subconsciously turned the front of the car and kicked the pedals.

After a while, the team was left behind.

But where can I go next?
The sending team seemed to be eyeing him.

No matter where he goes, he clings to him firmly and follows him neither far nor near.

His ears always echoed the singing that was like a reminder:
"Brother Liang, you are so young and cruel..."

"Are you willing to give up relatives, friends, elders, and classmates?"

"Black hair go, white hair, how do you call Gaotang?"

"Leaving without saying a word, Yingtai's heart is heavy."

"Han Chuang has cultivated brilliant talents, but it's hard to achieve success just by going away."

"My name is Brother Liang Ying, and it hurts like a thousand arrows piercing through my heart."

Due to the serious blood loss, Goldman was struggling a little after pedaling for a long time.

Hearing the singing that was getting closer, he gritted his teeth and pumped his pedals with all his might.

But bicycles are like that.

It runs smoothly at ordinary times, but at critical times, it loves to lose the chain.

Fortunately, Goldman Sachs reacted quickly enough, turned over quite dexterously, and quickly put away the bicycle.

He took out the hook and safety rope again, and tried to fall from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain.

"The top of the mountain, the middle of the mountain, the bottom of the mountain..."

"It didn't take long to climb up again..."

"Ji Nian is here to walk the dog..."

Goldman Sachs, who was almost exhausted, finally noticed the truth.

Ever since he fell into this field, he has been counted as dead by the age.

Now there is no turning back.

"I just don't know where Marvin is..."

He has done his best, and he has nothing to say when he loses, so he is naturally relaxed.

The only regret is that even in the end, he failed to solve the riddle left by "Brother Liang".

"A long box with a tall front and a short back...what the hell is that?"

Goldman Sachs was thinking about it until he tied the safety rope to his body.

It has to be said that before Liang Shanbo dissipated, the not-so-good sensational scene touched his heart.

I can't say that I was very moved, but since I was a child, I have only my brother by my side and no friends. I have never seen such a scene, and I feel quite fantastic.

Just like that bicycle.

Never seen it before, everything is new.

"Ugh-"

"Ugh-"

Two up and down suona tunes sounded in his ears at the same time, Gao Sheng paused, and slowly loosened the half-tie safety rope.

Even without him leading the way, Liang Zhu got together.

There was an overwhelming sound of suona, and copper coins and paper money fell on him one after another.

A piercing coldness rises from the soles of the feet and reaches the top of the skull.

"It's over."

Goldman slowly closed his eyes.

"In the end, I still lost to Ji Nian."

He said in his heart, sitting on the ground.

I only felt a huge cloudy wind coming from all directions of the world.

His body is like a solitary boat in a raging wind and waves, capsizing at any time.

"Brother Gao!"

At this time, a familiar voice suddenly came from his ear.

Straightforward and rough as always.

"Liang Shanbo?"

Goldman subconsciously opened his eyes, but only saw a heavy coffin.

"Hee hee hee."

That eerie laughter resounded from the coffin.

Goldman tilted his head, looked at the appearance of this longevity tree, and was stunned on the spot:
"The front is tall and the back is short, a long box..."

"Isn't this a coffin..."

"Liang Shanbo, Ma Wencai."

"Okay, so good."

At this moment, Goldman Sachs understood everything.

Just like teaching him how to adjust the bicycle seat before, Master Ji who was lying down had a kind heart. He didn't want him to leave any regrets, and he took the initiative to announce the answer to the puzzle...

Goldman Sachs, lost.

(End of this chapter)