weird world corpse

Chapter 290
All... all?

The skeleton patriarch looked at Fang Mu with an arrogant expression, but he didn't react for a long time, and he was really confused.

This person...has he never been beaten?Is it too arrogant?
He suddenly wanted to beat Fang Mu very much, but when he saw how Fang Mu was determined to eat him, he suddenly felt very melancholy.

Melancholy is really melancholy, he suddenly felt that he would not be able to, this was the first time he saw such a maverick person after living for so long.

Fang Mu rubbed his fingers again, and urged: "Hurry up, take out any good things."

The skeleton patriarch tried to calm down the anger in his heart, and stood up.

Fang Mu took out the butcher's knife, shaved his nails, and said casually, "If you want my help, you have to be obedient."

It seemed that this sentence hit the skull patriarch's life gate, the skeleton patriarch turned and went out, leaving a sentence before going out.

"follow me……"

Fang Mu smiled, put away the butcher's knife, got up and followed.

……

The skeleton patriarch led Fang Mu out of this room, walked around a path for about ten minutes, and finally came to another room.

This house is also made of bones, the difference is that it is very small, and there is a strange pattern on its door.

The pattern is outlined by thin lines, and the outline is the shape of a hand.

The skeleton patriarch stretched out his right hand. There was no flesh and blood in his hand, only bones remained.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp collision sound, and the skeleton patriarch's right hand pressed on the pattern, which just matched the shape of the pattern.

Fang Mu rubbed his chin, subconsciously said: "Is there a fingerprint unlock?"

The skeleton patriarch turned around and said in confusion: "What did you say? What unlock? This is a switch I set myself, and only I can open it."

Fang Mu shook his head and said with a smile: "Isn't it okay if you smash it? Do you still need to open it?"

"Even if I smash a bone, I can sense it." The skeleton clan leader released his right hand while speaking.

As the skeleton patriarch released his right hand, the door of this room opened quietly.

Fang Mu frowned slightly, looking at the things in the room, he just felt that this trip was really good.

I saw the room full of jewels and jewels, which were full of various weapons.

Including knives, guns, axes, etc., there are many weapons that Fang Mu doesn't know.

Weapons piled up like a mountain, filling the entire room.

Fang Mu scanned it once, thoughtfully.

Just from the surface, it seems that there are all weapons inside, and there is nothing else.

This room should be the treasure house of this village, but who said that the treasure house is full of weapons?
Fang Mu thought for a while, then frowned and said, "You are all weapons, nothing else? It's difficult for me."

The skeleton patriarch shook his head and sighed: "No, since we were born, it seems that we can only do this. Of course, we can do other things too, but they are very common. Only this is what we are best at."

Fang Mu walked to the nearest weapon and picked it up.

This is a long sword, with a hazy precious light flowing on it, it is not ordinary at first glance.

Fang Mu brushed the blade of the sword with his hand, and the long sword trembled.

The skeleton patriarch seemed a little uncomfortable, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

These things are all the treasures of their village, and they have worked hard to make everything by themselves, but now they want to give it away, who would be happy?
Fang Mu didn't care about these things, he opened the Qiankun bag and started filling it, so fast that only afterimages remained.

However, there is still a limit to the Qiankun bag, and after dozens of weapons are installed, it is already full.

Fang Mu thought for a while, turned his head and shook the Qiankun bag, and said, "Do you have such space-like things here?"

The tone is very kind, even very polite.

The skeleton patriarch was taken aback, and subconsciously glanced at his waist.

Fang Mu looked along, and saw a cloth bag hanging on the waist of the skeleton patriarch.

"Come on, give it to me."

Simple and clear words revealed an unquestionable tone.

The skeleton patriarch held the cloth bag and said cautiously: "This is not good, this thing is hard to come by."

Fang Mu said disapprovingly: "I said, I want them all."

The skeleton patriarch was at a loss for words. Seeing the other party's resolute expression, he gritted his teeth and handed the cloth bag over.

Fang Mu took it, opened the bag, and found a huge space inside, which was strangely empty.

It's strange to have something like a Qiankun bag, but not put anything in it.

As if seeing Fang Mu's doubts, the skeleton patriarch began to explain.

"We just know how to make it, but that doesn't mean we know how to use it." The skeleton patriarch said speechlessly, "I made this cloth bag after a lot of hard work. It's just hanging around my waist to show my identity, because only I have it."

Fang Mu thought about it, and it seemed that he did not see a skeleton carrying such a thing on the way here.

Turning around, looking at the weapon in front of him, Fang Mu began to pretend again...

Dozens of weapons were put into the bag again. After Fang Mu filled the bag, he hung it on the other side of his waist.

Seeing that at least two-thirds of the weapons had not been pretended to go, Fang Mu shook his head regretfully, and raised the butcher's knife.

"Slaying knife technique!"

Countless sword lights flashed and chopped on these weapons.

Precious light appeared on the weapon, but it was not hurt.

"You are really merciless." The skeleton patriarch said gloomyly: "Are you going to destroy them after you really can't pretend? Would you rather destroy them than keep them for us?"

Fang Mu withdrew the pig-killing knife, and said solemnly: "How can I, I'm going to help you test the strength, after all, not everything can be considered a treasure."

The skeleton patriarch didn't want to get too entangled in this matter, and asked: "You took the things too, so you can help us solve the problem now."

"Of course." Fang Mu waved the butcher's knife, and said, "Then where do I start? Didn't you say that there is a way to help me secure my victory?"

"Come with me." The skeleton patriarch said, turned and left.

Fang Mu pondered for a moment, and followed behind the skeleton patriarch.

……

The two walked back along the way they came, and walked back to the original room in less than a moment.

The skeleton patriarch sat back on his seat, and took out a box the size of a fist from the drawer, acting very carefully, as if it contained extremely important things.

The box is not locked, and there are vague reliefs on it, which may have been covered with pulp due to the age, so it is hard to see clearly.

The skeleton patriarch let out a dull laugh and said, "This is the thing that can solve the problem."

Fang Mu glanced curiously.

"Crack... squeak—"

The box was opened, making a tooth-piercing sound, as if the box would break if opened a few times.

When the box was opened, Fang Mu saw what was inside...

(End of this chapter)