[MTL, BL] My Cards Are Perfect (Unlimited)

26: Ghost Cards: The Apartment in the Morning

It looked like an ordinary piece of wood.

But the fortune-teller's eyes suddenly lit up, and he rubbed his hands together, carefully holding the piece of wood, "Yeah, so willing."

"It's useless for me to keep it."

Su Mingxuan said, "But do you know what this is? "

This thing doesn't even have prop information, but it can be brought out by him from the copy.

"I know." The fortune-teller took out a metal box, put the wooden blocks into the box solemnly, looked up at Su Mingxuan, and crushed each other with his two fingers, "Well, to answer this question, that's another price. ."

Su Mingxuan said funny, "But I don't have anything else on my body."

"If you really want it, it's all about the unknown props of the gods, do you dare to ask for it?" The young man put his arm on the table , and tapped the table with his fingers.

"Cough... how dare you dare." The fortuneteller coughed twice, "Then, I should give the first place a face, and I will tell you this little question for free."

"This wood, in fact, is a For other players, it's a powerful thing that can block out smells." The fortune-teller stroked the box, acting as gentle as if he was treating his lover, "But for me, it can make a beautiful face. The raw material for skin."

"..." Su Mingxuan

was a little speechless: "So, I thought you were mysterious, what important item is this, and I almost asked you to give it back to me."

The bad things are known to all players, and he also knows that he especially likes to use various skin care products to try to make his bark-like face smoother. In the words of female players, it is "our room. There are not as many skin care products here as there are fortune-tellers."

There is also a rumor among the players that Meiji, who loves beauty, also tried to grab the skin care products of the fortune teller. Of course, this is true or not, and whether it was grabbed in the end, no one knows.

"Hum~" The fortune-teller was in a good mood when he got something good, hummed a little tune, and put the box into the space.

"Then now that you have been paid, can you answer my question?" Su Mingxuan's soul was still protesting and exuding discomfort, urging him to go back and lie down.

"The vessel...?" The fortune-teller restrained the joy on his face and said, "If you mean—[the vessel of the gods], I know a little bit."

Su Mingxuan: "Hurry up and say it."

"Don't worry, don't worry. The fortune-teller said comfortingly, "[God's container] is unique, it is more rare than the only item."

"To make such a thing, at least thousands of people's flesh|body is needed. He lowered his voice, and his words seemed to reveal blood, "Crush these thousand people... Stir, water, just like pouring mud into a mold."

"And then sacrifice the souls of these thousand people, Reinforce the container, only in this way can we make a container that can hold gods."

"...Oh?" Su Mingxuan tapped the table a few times with his finger, "Then what do you mean, the one I used as a token of the copy The props are the lives of thousands of people?"

"How could it be." The fortune-teller sold off and dragged the end, "This is just a routine practice, and as for the unconventional, unfortunately, I don't know. After all, That's something that involves the realm of gods."