By the roadside, Lan Mu hailed a taxi. Luckily, this wasn't a big city; otherwise, without a phone, he wouldn't even have been able to get a cab.
Lan Mu sat steadily in the front passenger seat and gave the driver the author's address.
Seeing his black robe and terrifyingly pale face, the driver kept glancing at him.
He looked like a complete freak. Combined with Lan Mu's perpetually grim expression, it left the driver silent for the entire ride.
Lan Mu no longer remembered the way and could only rely on the taxi.
They soon arrived at their destination.
"Ten yuan."
It wasn't much money, but Lan Mu didn't have a cent on him.
He didn't even have a phone. The only thing he had was the ring on his finger.
It was the Carved Wooden Ring. A low-dimensional Contained Object—it was worthless here. Lan Mu even suspected that an elementary school student could crush the Contained Object he had used for most of his life.
"Hm?" Seeing no reaction from him, the driver looked over.
Lan Mu couldn't get out of the car; the doors were locked.
He calmly reached into his robe and took out something strange.
The Nether Iron Hook.
He hadn't put this thing away when he fought Best, nor had he put it away while playing chess afterward. It had remained hidden in his robe and entered Zero Point with him.
Clearly, like the ring, the Nether Iron Hook had already lost its effects.
Whether this was real reality or not, at the very least, it was no longer the same dimension. The information of Contained Objects could not possibly be recognized here.
But it was still useful. At least, in appearance, the hook looked extremely savage!
"Open the door..." Lan Mu said darkly.