After dying a hundred thousand times, I become a god in a strange world

"Everyone, there are always opportunities in crises!" Wang Dehai suddenly said loudly.

For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to him, an ordinary person.

He was obviously an ordinary person, but at this time he was acting calmer than an ordinary spiritual master.

"The nightmare has no entity in reality, but now the entire Green Vine City is covered by its mysterious realm, which is equivalent to us all entering the dream. Only the dream can harm the dream!

This is our opportunity!

As long as we find the true nature of the nightmare and defeat it, we will naturally be able to survive this crisis. "

"Wang Ju, what you said is easy. Not to mention whether the nightmare can be defeated, just finding the nightmare is difficult. Green Vine City is so big and it is in its treacherous territory. Where can I find the nightmare?"

Wang Dehai was not angry when faced with the doubt, but looked at Yang Ming: "Captain Yang, take out that thing."

Yang Ming nodded, then turned and left.

When he came back, he had a dark golden box in his hand.

This box is completely made of soul steel. There is no gap in it, and it is actually welded shut.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the box.

Then, Yang Ming pulled out a dark golden short knife from his waist and slashed the box hard.

A sour voice sounded.

The next second, the box opened and there was a pen inside.

A very old black fountain pen, like a product of the last century.

As soon as the pen appeared, a strange and cold atmosphere began to fill the conference room.

It was as if the pen was alive, with a pair of eyes full of hatred staring at everyone, making people shudder.

"This is...a trick weapon!" someone exclaimed.

Compared to Fang Xiu and Yang Ming, most spiritual masters do not have and have never seen any magic weapons.

Every artifact is very precious and not just anyone can own it.

Wang Dehai introduced: "Yes, this pen is a trick weapon, and the Bureau of Investigation named it the Pen of the Immortal."

"Bixian!? Is he the Bixian from the Bixian game that those mentally retarded young people often play?"

"Yes, time is running out now. Let me give you a brief introduction. Using this pen, as long as you pay a certain price, you can get the answer you want."

Hearing this, Fang Xiu's heart moved.

Pay a price to know the answer?

Isn't this exactly what you need?

If this pen is really so magical, then I can use it to understand the strange truth.

"Wang Ju, do you mean to find out the whereabouts of the nightmare's true form through the pen of the Immortal Brush?"

"Exactly." Wang Dehai nodded: "However, the more important the question you ask, the higher the price Bixian will charge. The price is random. Sometimes it may require you to have a finger or a pair of eyes, or it may require you to have a finger or a pair of eyes. It's the heart, the head..."

Hearing this, everyone fell silent.

It's okay to have fingers, but if there's no heart and head, wouldn't the person be gone?

Who dares to use this kind of price?

Most spiritual masters are not selfless people. They are unlikely to be willing to sacrifice themselves to help others ask questions.

So everyone fell into silence, no one wanted to say anything.

Everyone is thinking, with so many people present, someone will always come forward. Why should I take the risk and ask?

At this time, someone suddenly suggested: "This is simple, just find a death row prisoner and ask him if he can?"

Wang Dehai shook his head: "Only spiritual masters can use the pen of the Immortal Brush."

The scene fell into silence again, and the spiritual masters present began to look at their noses, noses, and hearts in silence.

Yang Ming looked at the silent crowd and scolded directly: "Look at you bunch of cowards, you don't need to ask."

As a third-level spiritual master and a captain, his strength and position were there, so naturally no one dared to retaliate when he scolded everyone.

Even if he usually has a bad temper, he still chooses to remain silent at this time, for fear that after he talks back, Yang Ming will say, "Why don't you ask?"

Yang Ming picked up the pen, found a piece of white paper and started to ask.

Wang Dehai looked worried: "Yang Ming, you..."

Yang Ming grinned widely: "Wang Ju, don't forget that my ability is luck. If you ask me, the price may be just one of my JB hairs."

Wang Dehai nodded reluctantly. He knew that until now, only Yang Ming would ask.

Other spiritual masters are not so selfless.

For now, we can only pray that Yang Ming's lucky ability will work and everything will be safe.

The Investigation Bureau must not lose Yang Ming's high-end combat capability during this critical period.

Just when Yang Ming was about to ask, Fang Xiu stood up in front of everyone.

"Let me do it."

As soon as this statement came out, the entire conference room could hear it.

Shock, doubt, disbelief, curiosity, and other expressions appeared in everyone's eyes.

A strange look flashed in Yang Ming's eyes, and then he laughed loudly: "What are you doing, Fang Xiu? You want to steal the limelight from me? I can't give you such a good opportunity to perform."

Wang Dehai was even more worried and said: "Fang Xiu, let Yang Ming do it. His ability is luck, and this kid has a lot of trump cards. Bixian may not be able to kill him."

Facing the two people's dissuasion, Fang Xiu said calmly: "I'll be fine."

"Fang Xiu, now is not the time to show off your strength. Yang Ming is the strongest and has the best luck. He is the most suitable..."

Wang Dehai still wanted to dissuade him, but was interrupted by Fang Xiu: "I told you, nothing will happen to me."

Wang Dehai was slightly stunned. Looking at Fang Xiu's calm expression, he already had a guess in his mind.

Fang Xiu is so sure. Could it be that he has seen the future? Do you know that nothing will happen to you?

After thinking about this, Wang Dehai pondered for a moment and said, "Yang Ming, let him do it."

Yang Ming obviously thought of something, and finally nodded and handed the pen into Fang Xiu's hand.

At this time, the uninformed people looked at Fang Xiu with mixed eyes, including admiration, ridicule, and incomprehension.

They really couldn't imagine that such a holy lady would sneak into the team of spiritual masters, and they would fight for her to die.

Fang Xiu didn't know what everyone was thinking. The reason why he rushed here was just to confirm his own thoughts. He could use this opportunity to ask the questions hidden in his heart through death.

He would also like to thank Nightmare. If it weren't for Nightmare, he didn't know when he would know that the Investigation Bureau still had such a treasure.