Furthermore, this registration has always been in place. When we sell artificial bodies, we also strive for full service, helping throughout the entire process. If the artificial body can’t be dealt with after use, then we’ll take care of it too. All of this is to facilitate subsequent services."
"Good, very good, that’s how it should be," the man nodded, chose a young person’s artificial body, and paid with Gold Leaves. In the end, he personally signed a na: Hu Yuan.
Donning the new artificial body, the man turned and left through another doorway, his appearance transford into that of the artificial body.
Stepping out from a small alley at the end of a street, he sniffed gently. With a black-gray Big Bird perched on his shoulder, the man exclaid appreciatively, "Boss, this era is just... too wonderful, so many delicious foods."
"Indeed, bustling and vibrant, hearts aflutter. You’re going to love it."
"Boss, I’m hungry..."
"Go, just be careful. This era can also be very dangerous."
The black-gray crow flapped its wings and flew into the city.
anwhile, the man strolled along the streets at dusk, watching the bustling crowd, many of whom held smartphones in their hands. He thought for a mont and approached a small gold recycling shop on the street corner. With a wave of his hand, several Gold Leaves appeared on the table.
The shopkeeper saw the Gold Leaves, touched them, and roughly assessed their weight. He was fairly certain they were genuine. He eyed the man. The man’s complexion was pale, and he appeared to be dressed in cheap, crumpled clothes that looked unwashed for a couple of days. The shopkeeper pondered for a mont, then said, "Do you have a purchase receipt?"
"What’s that about?"
"With a receipt, we deduct ten dollars from today’s gold price. Without one, if the quality’s good, we take fifty off."
"No receipt."
"Standard procedure, I need to fire-test it. You don’t mind, right?"
"Go ahead and test."
Shortly thereafter, the man, with the money from the Gold Leaves sale, bought a smartphone and changed into a plain, patternless casual outfit. He looked like an average tourist, walking the streets, observing the nightlife and sampling various street foods.
Elsewhere, the black-gray crow took flight, alighted at a street corner, and, with a swift shake, transford into a young girl in traditional clothes, bright-eyed and white-toothed, with a radiant gaze. She glanced at the pedestrians on the street. With a flicker, her clothing morphed into a pair of tights with a short skirt and a white batwing top. This made her appear youthful and pretty, with a hint of charm.
Following the crowd, she arrived at the entrance of a hotel. Her gaze fell on a festively decorated car. A beaming groom in red wedding attire was stepping out of the car, hand in hand with his bride. She sniffed, her face alight with delight. It was her favorite scent.
She sniffed again and spotted a man in his thirties in the distance. Locking eyes with him, she strode over and looped her arm through his. "Brother, is this a wedding banquet?"
The man was taken aback. But, looking at the clear-eyed, bright-toothed, youthfully vibrant girl before him, he sohow couldn’t bring himself to withdraw his arm. The man glanced from the girl to the banquet hall. He suddenly recalled sothing he’d heard: so people liked to crash weddings since no one really knew everyone at such parties. Even the bride and groom might not recognize half of the guests. Crashing them was particularly easy.
The man lowered his voice and asked tentatively, "You... want to go in and have a al?"
"Yeah, I’m starving, and I don’t have any silver on ."
After hesitating for a mont, the man looked at the girl clinging to his arm and, at last, couldn’t resist. "Alright, co with then. It’s just a al..."
The girl entered the banquet hall arm in arm with the man and sat down obediently beside him. She watched the wedding ceremony and, with a smile, clapped along with everyone else. There was a glint of envy in her eyes, but her smile was radiant, her face seeming to glow.
On the other side of the long, central platform, Gauss was cracking sunflower seeds, looking puzzledly towards the other side. He thought he had just sensed a strange aura, sowhat like that of an Undead. It also reminded him of the Zombie Warrior who had beaten him countless tis before.
He quite enjoyed attending such events. Today was his colleague’s son’s wedding, and he had been invited. He had specifically skipped lunch, counting on filling up at the wedding banquet. He’d heard there would be pork knuckles today. It was a dish the hotel had specially added because the bride was from the north, and they wanted to cater to her tastes. Gauss was quite excited, looking forward to sothing different from the norm.
But when he looked back, amid the complex and chaotic presences in the hall, that odd sensation was quickly overwheld and lost. He also didn’t want to use his Power to search. Rembering what Wen Yan had said before, Gauss figured, If anything happens, I should call Wen Yan first.
He nibbled on sunflower seeds as he moved to the edge of the hall, observing the bride and groom in the midst of their ceremony.
"Hello, Wen Yan? Yeah, I’m at a wedding banquet, of course. I’m quite respected here. They definitely had to invite .
"Oh, right, didn’t you say to call you if anything happened? I just sensed a strong aura of a Dead Spirit, a dense Death Qi. It flashed by in an instant.
"It was right here in the banquet hall. Didn’t you say I shouldn’t use my Power unless it’s absolutely necessary?
"I’m pretty sure sothing is trying to ss with my colleague’s son’s wedding.
"He hand-wrote an invitation for . I can’t just ignore this, can I?"
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