Online Game: Crazy Skeleton-Chapter 1242 - 1155 Fusion (Two in One)

"Better head to the Imperial City safe zone, it’s safer here. Also, try to use the Town Recall Scroll as much as possible and watch out for those Dancing Demons guild members. They’d kill you if they got the chance—be careful."

Bei Diao, fearing some mishap might occur during the trading process, began to give careful instructions uneasily.

"Yeah, alright."

At this moment, Su Ran was exasperated, feeling that Bei Diao was like someone going through menopause, chatting endlessly. It had been quite some time since the Dancing Demons guild issued a bounty on him; he would have died countless times already if he weren’t careful.

Moreover, his life was precious—a death meant a complete loss of his gear, so he couldn’t help but take it seriously.

"Looks like I need to make a trip to the Imperial City first. No helping it, the other guy generously tossed over ten million. What’s one more trip? With the teleportation circle, it won’t take long."

Su Ran didn’t even have time to check the remaining spoils of war and dashed into the teleportation circle, arriving at the second layer of the Imperial City Sewers the next second.

Safe zone.

Bei Diao was chatting with a burly man, easily guessed to be the top shield warrior of the gods and demons, Nan Qiang. They were always inseparable and quite closely related—this was common knowledge. There weren’t many players moving around them; the New Year’s task must have drawn a huge crowd, leaving few people in the safe zone. They were crazy indeed, all vying for a pet.

"What? Platinum equipment? Don’t bullsh*t me!"

Nan Qiang clearly didn’t believe what Bei Diao had said, disdainfully glancing at Bei Diao’s gear, "I know every hair on your body. With that gear of yours, not even a dark gold in sight, you dream of having platinum equipment?"

"True or not, we’ll find out soon enough."

Bei Diao flicked the folding fan in his hand, looking like he had everything under control, no different from a fortune teller.

"Son of a leg, you know my temper, trying to irritate me to death?"

Nan Qiang was so agitated he nearly jumped, the allure of the platinum weapon was like a massive bomb to him, making him intensely impatient.

"Why the rush, the guy will be here soon. Look at you, panting like you haven’t seen a woman in ten years, even your beard’s curling!"

Bei Diao chuckled, clearly enjoying himself as he teased Nan Qiang.

"Pah! Give me a platinum weapon, and I wouldn’t mind not seeing women for twenty years! Cut the crap, do you believe I’ll march over to your house now?"

"Can you not always threaten to visit my house? Haven’t you learned your lesson? Last time it almost caused a huge misunderstanding, my wife and I nearly divorced over it. We’re just starting to patch things up, if you dare come over again, I’ll break your legs!"

Whenever that incident was mentioned, Bei Diao was fuming—last time he was discussing the vital human issues with his wife when this idiot barged in, saying, ’continue, pretend I’m not here,’ then just sat down to watch the show, almost driving his wife out of the house from anger. It was awfully embarrassing!

"Hehe, still holding a grudge over that? Not like it’s my fault you were doing whatever in broad daylight. Don’t pin everything on me, I’m not taking the fall for this!"

"You..."

Bei Diao was so frustrated he almost choked, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness toward such a shameless person, "Just give up on that, I’ve changed the locks, you won’t step a foot in my house again!"

"Dream on, buddy. My lock-picking skills aren’t for show. I’ll just drop by at midnight and scare you to death!"

"..."

Bei Diao was completely out of patience with such thick-skinned, simple-minded individuals. However, spotting Su Ran from afar was like seeing a savior—he hurriedly waved, "Overturning Water bro, over here!"

"So the treasure was on you, little brother. No wonder you didn’t tell me. Were you afraid I’d fight you for it?"

Nan Qiang chuckled and rushed toward Su Ran like a bull in heat, attracting the curious glances of surrounding players.

"Hey, look, isn’t that Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained? How does he still dare to come back to the Imperial City? Doesn’t he know the Dancing Demons guild is looking for him? Should hide out for a bit!"

"Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained is a master; he’s not even afraid of those troublemakers from the Dancing Demons guild!"

"Overturning Water looks so cool in his black robe, way cooler than those cheap knock-offs!"

The players stopped and stared intently at Su Ran, discussions erupting around them, their eyes shimmering with unknown excitement.

After the forum posts by players stirred things up, opinions in the zone about him became divided. However, it also made Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained’s fame skyrocket, attracting even more fans.

"Guys, let’s hurry to the warehouse or we won’t even be able to walk out."

Watching all the strange glances converging on him, Su Ran gave a bitter smile, feeling like a monkey in a zoo with no privacy at all—too much to handle. Furthermore, he didn’t rule out the possibility of Dai Xuan ambushing him, especially since he had just caused him such a big loss; surely he hadn’t swallowed that defeat. Although this was a safe zone, causing a bit of discomfort was still plausible.