Strange national destiny: My Chinese-style horror scares the world

Everyone looked at each other.

They suddenly realized that the rules of this copy might not really be for them to fight and kill, but to make money by trading with the evildoers. Only by making enough money could they leave alive.

Of course, the system does not set a time limit, which means you can stay here as long as you want.

But no one wants to stay in this hellhole forever, so it’s best to finish it as quickly as possible and leave early to enjoy the place.

But the terms of this deal are a bit too harsh.

He actually sells his eyes.

Will they be forced to sell their hands and feet, or even their internal organs, in the future?

It's like a freak who likes to play "iwantplayagame", and every time he makes the participants lose a body part or even get seriously injured in order to complete the challenge.

"Wait a moment, let's discuss it."

At this time, everyone decided to think about it first, so they walked away from the old beggar.

"If you ask me, we should just kill this guy. He said he wanted to buy eyes, which means he must have money on him. We sell the eyes to him for money, and if we kill him, we can also get money from his body." Someone suggested.

Others suddenly thought this made a lot of sense and became eager to try it out.

But the next second, an idea suddenly popped into their minds.

【no】

This idea came out of nowhere and was very strange.

But no one cares where this idea came from, they just think it was their own idea.

They soon found the reason themselves.

"Is it possible that if we kill this beggar, he will disappear, just like the monsters in some games, and all the money he has will be gone too?"

"Furthermore, if we help him, he might provide some very important intelligence later on, which we would miss."

"That makes a lot of sense. So what should we do? Should we really sell him the eyes?"

Even with the current medical methods on Blue Star, eye transplant surgery is not possible, so if you lose your eye in this copy, even if you return alive, it cannot be cured and you will have to be blind for the rest of your life.

After discussing for a while, everyone returned to where they had been and started bargaining with the old beggar.

"How about we each donate an eyeball?"

The person who was speaking had some vision loss in his left eye, and the other person had some astigmatism in his right eye.

These two eyes are the most cost-effective to sell.

The old beggar shook his head after hearing this and said, "No, I only want two eyes of one person."

These words made everyone's heart skip a beat, as it meant that the deal could not be made. Soon, someone became murderous and wanted to kill the old beggar to see if he had any fraudulent money on him.

"If you really don't want to give me your eyes, you can go to the ghost market in front and buy a pair." said the old beggar.

Ghost city?

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

They had only heard of markets in some rural areas, but had never heard that there was a Gui market in Gui.

But from the literal meaning, we can see that this is a place for transactions between ghosts.

Everyone now finally understood what this copy was for. It simply required them to go to the Gui Market, trade with the Gui, and then find a way to save up 1000 Gui Money.

As for what this thing used for trading is, no one knows, but it definitely won’t be good for them.

What made everyone feel most frustrated was that they were well prepared this time, and they wanted to fight against the monsters in the copy head-on and kill everyone.

But the result is this.

It's like punching cotton, making people feel depressed and want to vomit blood.

"How about we just kill this old man and see if he drops some ghost money. If he does, then we can go and kill everyone in that ghost market."

Everyone walked away and discussed it again, and someone made a suggestion.

"No, I don't think it's appropriate. We'd better be cautious."

"He's right. Aren't we learning enough from those Dragon Kingdom dungeons? Many people used brute force and died miserably. Some dungeons aren't meant to be cleared by force."

"Hiss—whatever you do, it's better to do it quickly. The bandages on my body are a bit tight, and now it's a bit difficult to breathe."

The last person who spoke was a man cosplaying as a mummy, but the bandages on his body were obviously not ordinary bandages. They were like pythons, constantly wrapping around and tightening his body, as if trying to strangle him to death.

Other people who were holding strange objects were also in a very bad situation. The side effects of these strange objects were very obvious and caused great harm to the users.

This has side effects that are more than ten times greater than the strange item in Su Yi's hand.

These things are basically the result of countries taking the initiative to allow their own countries to revive strange things, and then constantly trying them. If they hit the right one and find a strange item that they can still control, they will collect it for research and finally put it into use.

But they are all extremely destructive and aggressive, or they have very terrible curses.

Belonging is a double-edged sword.

"let me help you."

The man holding the bloody cross walked over. If you look closely, you will find that his hands are actually tightly clenched on the cross.

The cross appeared to be made of a piece of metal with steel thorns wrapped around it. The iron thorns pierced the man's hand, and the blood that was dripping was not the blood of the cross, but his.

But he could not take his hands off and had to hold the cross tightly with both hands.

At this moment, he raised his hands and dripped a little of his blood onto the man wrapped in bandages.

As soon as the blood fell on the bandage, the bandage immediately began to twist like a snake scalded by hot water.

Drop after drop of blood fell on the bandages in different places. When most of the bandages began to twist, the wrapping force naturally became much looser.

"H-Thank you."

The mummy man let out a long breath. He was naked and one could see that the skin under the bandages had been dented and some parts of the skin had begun to fester.

He looked like a living, rotting corpse, emitting a foul odor.

"I'm a little dizzy."

The man holding the cross withdrew his hand.

His face was already very pale, and now it became even paler, even his lips began to turn white.

After his hand, which was holding the cross, was pierced, the pain he endured was twice as much as normal.

He himself was the person with the lowest pain perception found in the whole country, but even so, this kind of pain still made him sweat coldly and his body tremble constantly.

"Okay, let's go and take a look at that spooky market." said a man dressed in a puppet suit.

His skin was gone, replaced by a layer of skin from the outer part of a puppet sewn onto the surface of his flesh. The stitching was poorly done, and it looked like hideous centipedes crawling all over his body.

The blood had coagulated and turned black, and it smelled foul.

His entire face looked like a furry bear. Apart from his mouth that could open a crack and his two nostrils for breathing, only his two lidless eyes were exposed.