Mu Bingge was a little curious. "Star-Ruin District Twenty-Eight seems much friendlier than we imagined."
At that, the shopkeeper's expression turned indescribably strange.
"Don't let your guard down. Among the Scavengers, some Calamities believe in repaying kindness with kindness and fighting evil with evil, but not every Calamity still has a shred of humanity left.
You bought up all the cheap goods in my little shop, which did us a courtesy. Making an introduction is no trouble. Here we are. Old Sheephead, these people want to enter the Arena. They aren't vicious villains, so look after them."
The sheep-headed figure sitting on the ground stood up and leaned closer to sniff the Six. He froze in surprise, then turned to the shopkeeper.
"Are you sure they aren't vicious villains?"
The shopkeeper's eyes shifted slightly, and his thoughtful gaze settled on the Six.
"You mean..."
These people weren't simple. Could their earlier honest demeanor have been an act?
A hoarse voice echoed, grating like sand.
"They carry extremely heavy karma. I've only smelled karma this strong on those lunatics. Who knows how many Calamities they've killed?"
The surrounding Scavengers quietly looked over.
The six Hold Up the Heavens members wanted to argue, but had no grounds to do so.
Because... they really had killed an extraordinary number of Calamities.
Ye Buyu gave a light cough. "Ahem, there are quite a few Calamities where we come from. If we want to live, we have to kill them. But we're happy to make friends with friendly Calamities."
Old Sheephead leaned close to Ye Buyu, his horns touching the top of her head. His pitch-black eyes seemed to want to see through her disguised eyes to the soul hidden within.
"Level twelve..."
Ye Buyu nodded like a chick pecking at grain. "Yes, yes, level