Chapter 160 I'm Hungry For Your Grandma's Legs

Yes, Annan has realized.

The water in "Nightmare: The Gallery" is much deeper than he first thought.

Don't say anything else.

Annan just learned that the reason why he would say "I'm listening" when he said "Bone Lord" in Frozen Water Harbor was because he really had been listening!

It is possible to let a god squat in such a remote and desolate place for decades... To say that this is just an ordinary nightmare, Annan absolutely does not believe it.

Instead of running away... let's face the enemy head-on.

Taking advantage of the old grandmother's real name in his hand, Duke Skeleton did not dare to kill him for the time being, and Annan wanted to quickly collect the "criminal evidence" of Duke Skeleton. At least have the capital to negotiate...

- Let's speed through the second level first.

Following Jiu'er's video guide, Annan bypassed Joseph very efficiently, then got a knife and a tomato, and opened "Gallery: Feast for the Hungry".

Amos, dressed decently and with a gentle smile, politely extended his clean and white right hand to Annan, and warmly invited:

"Hello, sir. Can I pay you to... be my model?"

Annan raised his head and looked at Amos for a second.

At that moment, Amos suddenly felt an inexplicable panic in his heart...

And Annan also temporarily confirmed that this is indeed not the "human Amos" encountered on the third floor.

Has he sacrificed his conscience?

Annan speculated in his heart.

There was an instant wink, watchful, distrustful look on his face that belonged to a tramp, his eyes dim and hopeless.

A mission statement appeared in front of his eyes:

[Entered the gallery: Feast of the Hungry (Second Floor)]

[Main quest: Play the tramp "Amis"]

Immediately, a large piece of small characters quickly appeared below this line of words:

【Complete the portrait painting】

【Meet the other three homeless people】

[At least one person survived until dark]

Let him paint first.

Annan thought.

Fortunately, when he was painting, the time was skipped directly... It was the kind of "blackness in front of the eyes" that just finished the painting. It's completely different from the third floor.

Or maybe it's because, in the original history, the homeless people really finished their portraits, while Ellie didn't finish them at all.

Judging from the situation on the side of the homeless children, in the real history, Alley should have been taken to the basement. That diary should have been obtained at the bottom of the third floor, not in the dungeon...

Looking at Annan, who had dim eyes and was no different from other homeless people, Amos smiled gracefully and calmly.

Although he knew that he was killing people, he smiled without any psychological pressure and stretched out his hand to Annan: "If you come to help me paint a picture, I will ask you to take a hot bath and give you a clean body. Clothes, and take care of your diet for three days...how?"

Annan's eyes only flickered.

He hesitated for a while, then muttered in a low voice, "I don't want it."

"Then what do you want?"

Apparently, Annan was not the first homeless person to reject Amos.

Amos just asked patiently, "Money? Food? A job?"

"I want money!"

Annan said in a hoarse voice, "I want two... no, four or six silver coins!"

"Well……"

Amos groaned.

Annan looked at him cautiously, tentatively tentatively, and stretched out his wrinkled fingers: "No, I mean...five will do. Five will do—if, if not, four..."

"Six. Six is ​​six."

Amos interrupted him.

He said gently: "Besides, I will treat you to a meal... Do you need a bath?"

"I don't want to take a shower! I want... by the way, a deposit!"

Annan stretched out his hand eagerly, glanced at Amos suspiciously, and said rudely, "Give me half the silver first, and then I will go with you!"

"……Can."

Seeing that Annan asked for silver coins, Amos hesitated for a moment.

But he quickly laughed at himself for being suspicious:

How could the gentlemen in the Silver Jue Church be so desolate?

The downfall and depression of this homeless man are definitely not faked...

So he took out his wallet from the painting and handed Annan three silver coins.

If Annan only wanted one silver coin, Amos might have given him the equivalent copper plate directly. But if there are three coins... he will not be able to find so much change for a while.

It's just a homeless man anyway.

Amos comforted himself in his heart.

When Annan got the silver coins, he became much quieter.

He put the silver coin in his sleeve and clenched it tightly.

He confirmed the magic he possessed again:

——Zhengming things.

A low-cost magic spell with the same power as a gunshot, triggered with silver coins.

- Sharp things.

A magical technique that can turn silver coins into sharp daggers.

——Youth forever.

A magical technique that consumes silver coins to heal wounds.

Now I have three silver coins in hand...

Looking at Amos' back, Annan hunched his back and showed a weird smile.

Because it is not as "naive" as Jiu'er's performance, Annan's homeless person is more like himself.

Amos also had no interest in chatting with Annan on the road.

They walked all the way to the living room on the fourth floor, speechless.

Annan saw the three homeless people in white robes and pajamas, whispering together.

When they saw Annan, they looked happy.

The unfortunate boy who was younger, who was about to become a tramp sauce, also waved warmly to Annan.

【Meet the other three homeless people, complete】

Seeing the prompt of the completion of the side quest, Annan glanced at them with disgust, and turned his head away with indifference.

At this time, Amos was still explaining enthusiastically: "They are also friends who came to help me paint... They have been living here for several days. Why don't you stay too?"

"No need."

Annan glanced at Amos with some indifference, and his face showed obvious suspicion that was easy to detect.

He hurriedly replied, "You draw quickly, and I'll leave when I'm done."

"Well... that's fine."

Amos reluctantly responded.

But Annan was very clear, and saw a killing intent on his face.

——He should have planned to kill himself when he finished painting and sent himself out.

Annan sneered in his heart.

Perhaps because he was disappointed by Annan, Amos did not show him the "Feast of the Hungry".

He just sternly opened a corner of the curtain, ordered Annan to stand in front, and started painting.

……I understand!

Annan's heart rose for a moment of enlightenment.

The reason why Jiu'er saw the painting here and increased the degree of erosion should be that she "doesn't act like a tramp"... So, this is a punishment?

Playing a harlequin, you can't be so elegant.

To be a harlequin is to be a harlequin!

Moreover, the strength of his brushwork is much heavier than when he was painting for Jiu'er. It looks and feels like writing wild grass.

It's also different from the "drowsy" feeling that Jiu'er mentioned on the forum.

Annan clearly felt the intense pain.

It's like being squeezed by something from all directions.

It was as if he was bound by his hands and feet and slowly sank to the bottom of the sea.

Consciousness gradually blurred, everything in front of me was stretched...

At this moment, Annan heard Amos' voice.

It was a cold, low interrogation:

"Think about it again...

"Are you really not hungry at all?"

I'm starving your grandma for a leg--

Annan suddenly lost consciousness with a strong hunger in his stomach.

Chapter 2 is here!

A little late update, Merry Christmas Eve (crossed out) everyone!

(End of this chapter)

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