Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1007: Chapter 51: Where in the World Is the Path to Immortality? (13)

Dragon Tiger Mountain Taoist Master can communicate with the yin and yang, and the appearance of the first Heavenly Master was also to sweep away the malevolent spirits of the human world… Feeling the state of the soul, for the Dragon Tiger Mountain Taoist Master, can be said to be an introductory cultivation.

In this box, dozens of souls are constantly emitting an aura of hatred and despair… Probably, it’s the wailing over having their lives harvested, only to be confined in this small box.

At this moment, Mo Mo pressed his head down, his voice somewhat heavy, “I don’t know what the Purchase Coin really is… but, is it really okay for you to do this?”

Nero, who was happily gulping down a large pint of beer, glanced at Mo Mo from beside her glass, maintaining the posture of drinking.

“To get what you want, are you trampling on these lives arbitrarily… treating them as mere transaction goods?” Mo Mo’s voice sank further.

Nero blinked and put down her large glass in her hand, curiously asking, “I say, little brother, you’re not one of those justice types, are you? Ah… that’s really boring. The rules weren’t set by me in the first place, I’m just following them. Besides, why shouldn’t I spend the money I’ve earned with my skills?”

“What a joke!” The table suddenly made a loud noise—caused by Mo Mo slamming his hands hard on the table. He stood up abruptly, glaring down at the indifferent white-haired girl, “Do you even know the weight of life?! How can you just… just like that!!”

“Oh, you really are that kind of person.” Nero waved her hand, “Looks like we have no chance of teaming up, once we finish this meal let’s each go our separate ways… Also, little brother, don’t you feel you’re disturbing others?”

The diners around the small restaurant all looked over towards them.

In a fit of rage, Mo Mo directly reached for the box filled with souls.

“Don’t touch that.” Nero said coldly.

At that moment, Mo Mo felt as if countless devils were staring at him, the surroundings were filled with a tangible murderous intent, making his body instinctively stiff.

He subconsciously looked into the eyes of the white-haired girl… these were not eyes a human should have.

“You want to save these souls?” Nero said indifferently, “Sure, but you’d better be prepared to get cut down… I’m actually not someone who’s easy to talk with.”

“You…”

“I still say the same thing.” At this moment, Nero took back the box, “I’m just following the rules. It’s under the rules that I’m doing this. If you have any dissatisfaction, then go find the one who set the rules.”

The immense killing intent had never subsided, under Nero’s gaze, Mo Mo felt more and more pressured… even exceeding the usual situation with Young Master Bai Hu, Huang Baifu.

“Forget it.” Nero stretched lazily, the tangible killing intent in the air vanished instantly. She stood up, slung the art tube over her back, “Anyway, it doesn’t matter if I’m alone.”

At the moment Nero turned and left, Mo Mo suddenly sat back down, his head lowered.

He subconsciously reached for the hilt of the Black Wooden Sword leaning against the table but found that even though he gripped the hilt, his fingers still felt unsteady… the strength, the method had yet to recover.

“Oh… almost forgot.”

But Nero’s voice sounded in front of him again, causing Mo Mo to abruptly look up, his whole body tense.

Nero merely picked up a skewer of grilled meat on the table, smiled and said, “Thanks for the treat… little Mr. Justice, bye~”

And she left gracefully.

The small restaurant resumed its bustle unbeknownst to him, while Mo Mo’s mind was filled with one thought: the one who set the rules.

The one who set the rules… the one who set the rules… Was it the Senior’s rule?

Using human souls as trading currency.

“Senior, what are you…”

…

After leaving the small restaurant, Nero glanced around the street, biting on the grilled meat skewer while muttering, “Little Mr. Justice… probably something the boss would like, this so-called noble character.”

Walking through a lane, a stray dog poked its head out of the alley, looking pitifully at Nero… or more precisely, at the grilled meat in her hand.

Nero stared at the miserable dog, eating the rest of the skewer piece by piece, and finally threw the bamboo stick with the last piece of grilled meat onto the ground, but the dog just looked, hesitating to move forward.