My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 618 - 212.Brother Fu’s luck won’t be too bad - Alliance Hierarch adds more, ask for monthly tickets!【11/15】_2

Chapter 618: 212.Brother Fu’s luck won’t be too bad - Alliance Hierarch adds more, ask for monthly tickets!【11/15】_2

Tip!

This is a special weapon, which cannot be repaired once it is damaged.

Equipment Requirement: This item was crafted using special psychic energy techniques. Reckless use of it may lead to mind erosion by death psyche. Therefore, the requirement for using it is thought ≥ 8.

Manufacturer: Plague Rat King, Vladimir Zwigg

Item explanation:

"You know, they love these weird and gorgeous yet impractical trinkets..."

"Hmm, this thing could probably be a hidden drop in this duplicate?"

Murphy played with the chilly Reaper’s Scythe in his hand, then looked up at Cui Si and asked:

"You seem to be very skilled in death psychic power. Do you have the blueprint to produce this thing?"

"Yes."

Cui Si replied quite unhappily:

"The production of this scythe is not very difficult, it is just a small part of the ’Netherworld Curse’ technique, it can be separated without any problems. But are you sure you want your little players to learn how to create such an evil weapon?

They would be scorned by others as heretics! After all, who, in their right mind, would use this thing?"

"Evil? No, not evil."

Murphy threw the Reaper’s Scythe into his bag, intending to give it to Maxim as the championship prize for next week’s fight club. He brushed off the topic saying:

"My warriors won’t think it’s evil; they’ll only say things like, wow, that’s cool, I want one. Trust me, just adding a special drop blueprint is enough to keep them ’drawing prizes’ every day.

This duplicate’s difficulty is relatively high, perhaps we should set a special token and special reward for it.

There seem to be few accessories and rings in the previous exchange equipment..."

"I can use Elite Ghoul’s claws to make psychic energy accessories. As for rings, Ghoul’s teeth are a pretty good raw material."

Cui Si looked around and said:

"I just saw you practice ’Psychic Bullet Reflex’, that should be a basic move of the Bloodline Psychic Secret Swordsmanship Skill, where did you learn that from?"

"Necessary Evil Sect."

Murphy didn’t want Cui Si to know about everything that happened here.

He grabbed Cui Si’s wrist to leave, but she seized his hand instead.

The Blood Vulture Duke surveyed the area, which was already a mess from the fight. She said with suspicion:

"Did something strange happen here a while ago?"

"No, everything is perfectly normal."

Murphy said casually:

"I pursued the Plague Rat King to this place. He attempted to resist and was killed with one stroke of my sword. As a result, the forces behind him activated a covenant, summoned this thing and tried to kill me to silence me. That’s the whole story."

"Murphy!"

Cui Si looked upset. She said:

"You know why I came here! I sensed it. You just killed one of my descendants. I need to know what you two were really talking about. Why would my descendant be involved in this matter? How did he escape Salockdale’s pursuit?

They shouldn’t have been able to survive."

"I think it’s better for you not to know."

Murphy sighed, looked at Cui Si, and gently advised her:

"Let me deal with these things. You just keep being the Blood Vulture Duke, continue your idleness every day, continue fishing and drinking, and don’t bother or carry any extra mental burdens."

"Something happened, right? About me."

Cui Si held Murphy’s hand quite tightly. She asked quietly:

"You don’t want me to get involved because it’s troublesome? Maybe it’s about that ’Dusk’ we talked about before? They used my descendants and might even consider me as one of their targets?"

The atmosphere in the messy room grew quiet.

Murphy reluctantly came forward. He put his hand on Cui Si’s head, which was half a head shorter than him. He rubbed her smooth hair with a sense of powerlessness and complained:

"Why are you always this smart when you shouldn’t be! Didn’t I ask you not to guess?"

"So, I guessed right?"

Cui Si’s body shook. She said:

"So, what weird thing did I get involved in? What’s up with that descendant? Don’t hide it from me, Murphy. I have a right to know."

"How can I hide it from you if you guessed it."

Murphy took Cui Si’s hand and pulled her out of the worthless cave. On the way out, he told her all the conversation between him and Zivig.

The Blood Vulture Duke became more and more silent as she listened.

Especially after knowing that there were more than just Zivig who had survived Salockdale’s pursuit, and even established a stronghold in Charldo Harbour. Despite her extensive knowledge, she was now left stunned.

"You have to tell me. During your time at the bottom of the society, how many men were under you?"

Murphy asked seriously:

"We can now confirm that everything that happened to the Blood Vulture Clan and even the involvement of the Circle Tower are the work of ’Dusk’. The power of this force is quite exaggerated and your surviving descendants are clearly involved.

You have to tell me, Cui Si."

"I...I don’t know."

The Blood Vulture Duke rubbed her temples.

She lamented with an almost desperate tone:

"There was a time when I was engraving those who longed for immortality, not only to feed and accumulate wealth for myself, but also as a deterrent to Salockdale. I was telling him that once I was dead, everything he has done would be told to the Blood Knight and Lord Pa Ying through my descendants.