"Pick it up quickly, it's very valuable!"
Charles was heartbroken, slapping his thigh. He had spent a lot of money to make this pen.
—Although that money was Xu Mu's salary, he didn't spend it, so it was better to refine it for him!
"Oh."
Xu Mu scratched his head, then bent down and reached out to pick up the fountain pen, raising it to his mouth and blowing away the dust.
Sunlight refracted, and the English on the pen tip still emitted a metallic sheen.
"It's something you can't explain again, I know."
Xu Mu shrugged and put the fountain pen back into his inner pocket.
Speed, strength, thought, drawing... these were not his strengths. He knew clearly that he was using another person's abilities.
But why his abilities were used by Xu Mu, Charles couldn't explain, so it was better to continue investigating the case. Although he was a robot, he thought the same way as Xu Mu in this regard.
Wu Kui's revenge must be avenged.
"Alright, I still have questions," Xu Mu scratched his head and pointed at the skull on the strip of cloth. "Why can black ink draw red patterns?"
Charles looked at the map, gazing at the colorful patterns. Just as he was about to speak, a current flashed through his mind. This was actually the supernatural ability of someone at night. Xu Mu was not an ability user, so he couldn't answer.
"Sorry, host, I cannot answer your question, but I can tell you what it means."
Charles flew out of Xu Mu's body, his data stream pointing to the map and saying:
"West Mountain, the red skull here represents that the danger level of West Mountain is Tier Four, Lord level."
Xu Mu followed Charles to look at the map.
He was referring to West Mountain, the most terrifying place in the Ghost Night domain within Xu Mu's cognition, known as the grave of anomaly users. From this map, its area directly spanned one-fifth of the Ghost Night domain, truly vast in scale.
"There's also Cemetery Mountain, which connects to West Mountain. The white skull on it indicates that there is a Tier Three threat here."
Charles coughed violently as he said this.
In fact, he had already seen the murderer of Wu Kui that night.
Xu Mu at night had chased those ghost swarms all the way into Cemetery Mountain.
"Cemetery Mountain?"
Xu Mu's eyes narrowed slightly. He was very familiar with Cemetery Mountain. Not to mention that last night, he had speculated that someone might be watching the battle from Cemetery Mountain. And he had hunted in this area since he was young, acting with impunity. The wolf packs there saw him as if he were the King of Hell. This damned place also had danger?
"Experts will naturally discover different dangers."
Charles's words were profound. After thinking for a long time, Xu Mu suddenly looked up and stared at Charles. When he was reasoning earlier, the mastermind was in Cemetery Mountain!
But that was just speculation. Because of that person, he had lost his memory of the night, but Charles hadn't. He knew everything!
"Heh heh... it's just as you thought. We have already met the person controlling the ghost swarms, and we know their background like the back of our hand."
"You know that guy, he wouldn't waste time avenging Wu Kui. But your strength is too poor. Seeking revenge on a Tier Three ability user single-handedly is simply suicidal."
Charles looked at Xu Mu, trying to find a trace of fear or any other emotion on his face. But Xu Mu's face showed nothing but icy killing intent.
"Youth is a wonderful thing."
Charles sighed. He remembered when he was Xu Mu's age, he had also done such reckless things.
"Considering you are too weak and Wu Kui helped me build so many weapons, I'll make an exception this once and allow you to go to the cellar to get some handy firearms."
Charles put one hand on his waist and the other on his chest, as if carrying something, staring excitedly at Xu Mu:
"Da da da, the kind that shoots blue flames!"
...
Many things that ordinary people cannot understand happen in the world.
Before the Apocalypse, people thought "The Primordial Records" was a fictional book, and the monsters and gods on it were fake. But after the Apocalypse, they all became real.
In the past, people worshipped deities because they could ascend to heaven and descend to earth, and bless the human world with favorable weather. But now, it seemed that humans themselves could do it.
Regarding the firearms on Blue Star, Xu Mu had only heard Charles describe their power and had never seen them with his own eyes.
To be honest, if that thing was as described by Charles—accurate over a hundred paces, swift as lightning, and capable of destroying a town in the blink of an eye, with power countless times greater than muskets—then what were ability users, or rather, ghost creatures, compared to it?
Thinking about these things, Xu Mu entered the cellar with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
Wu Kui's withered corpse was covered with a white cloth and placed high at the entrance of the cellar. Xu Mu moved it aside with some effort. He planned to bury Wu Kui after he was done.
Cabbage and radishes were placed on the side. Xu Mu, using the light filtering into the room, exclaimed with amazement:
"Sometimes, I really don't know whose home this is."
Xu Mu placed his hands on his hips and let out a long sigh. All around the cellar walls, many weapons were hanging, swords, forks, knives, and halberds of all kinds, like torture instruments in a prison.
And not only that, but in the middle of the cellar, there were many large wooden boxes. Xu Mu didn't recognize anything inside, but he guessed that these were the "Blue Star weapons" Charles had mentioned.
The cellar, originally used for storing vegetables, had now become a small arsenal.
"Life is like this, you never know whether surprise or coincidence comes first."
Charles transformed into a gentlemanly old man, holding a glass of wine, and said very politely. Xu Mu closed his mouth, frowned, and put on a thoughtful expression.
In front of him, there was a pile of stacked boxes. Their exteriors were covered with tattered cloths the same color as the walls. Just now, he had ripped off a cloth, and then he saw piles of weapons made of metal.
Some of them resembled muskets, but they looked much more advanced than muskets. There were also some weapons he didn't recognize piled on the ground, as tall as two of him, like carriages.
"Firearms, they don't exist in this world because of the scarcity of materials. We can only make this much for now."
As Charles spoke, Xu Mu carefully examined these pure black weapons and picked up a handgun.
Their cold and smooth bodies, the heavy feel in his hand, and the faint smell of gunpowder from the dark muzzle gave Xu Mu a sense of security.
"Welcome to the armory," Charles said with a smile.
"What you're holding is a Browning M1911, a .45 ACP caliber semi-automatic pistol, the undisputed king of handguns during World War II on Blue Star."
"I shouldn't need to teach you how to use it, because if you really don't know how to use it, teaching you now would be futile."
Charles's body circled around the weapon boxes. Below, the steel behemoths that could spew flames seemed to be imbued with a spiritual aura, reflecting a black sheen, like soldiers being reviewed by the emperor before battle.
"Take this too, an AWM bolt-action sniper rifle, 1270mm in total length, a 660mm precision steel barrel, a rifling twist of 254mm, a 5-round detachable magazine, a 10-12x scope, no iron sights. Its maximum effective range is 1100 meters. With this, as long as you can shoot accurately, even a higher-level anomaly user will be no match for you."
Xu Mu looked at the sniper rifle, which was almost half his height, and instinctively freed his hand to tuck the handgun into his waist:
"What if I can't shoot accurately?"
Xu Mu weighed the AWM in his hands, then took out a rag and carefully wiped the gun body, his movements and expression like an old man caressing his new bride.
"Can't shoot accurately?" Charles sneered, "Then you can go to hell!"
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