When that unlucky Talent User saw Chen Luo, he reached out to him for help as if he had grabbed a lifeline.
Ding! You have a new commission!
"Sorry, I can't help you either." Chen Luo shook his head.
There might have been a commission, but the duration of the Friendship Revolver could not be affected by anyone. At least, Chen Luo had never seen anything capable of affecting the Friendship Revolver's duration.
Even if the Heavenly Emperor came, he would still have to smile obediently for ten minutes.
Not even Chen Luo, the holder of the Friendship Revolver, could change it.
"Come on, bro, quit looking so miserable. Smile more. Look, we've already earned a thousand low-grade spirit stones. That's enough to cover this trip's admission fee." The unlucky Talent User's rotten friend squatted beside him, staring at the low-grade spirit stones in his arms with a grin that nearly split his face.
For a moment, it was impossible to tell who had been hit by the Friendship Revolver.
"Ha ha ha ha, you bastard! Ha ha ha, even if I become a ghost, ha ha ha ha, I won't let you off, ha ha ha, you..."
"Don't say that. At worst, we can split the money we earn fifty-fifty."
"I fucking—ha ha ha... Help..." The unlucky Talent User no longer had the energy to fight his rotten friend. All he wanted now was to end this suffering, or...
"But perhaps I can help you fulfill another wish. I can let your companion truly share your pain." Chen Luo took out the Friendship Revolver again.
The unlucky Talent User's eyes lit up.
Yes, this was it!
If he could not end this pain, then he would make someone else feel it too!
Dragging someone down with him might have