The old beggar did not answer. Instead, he looked toward his collar, at the little black snake.
If he moved even slightly, Ye Qiyan's Imaginary Number Mechanism Snake would explode immediately.
He reached his withered hand into his collar.
"You'd better not move."
A Skull-Piercing Spike rested against the top of his head.
A dangerous light also appeared in the Imaginary Number Mechanism Snake's eyes.
Ye Qiyan still stood where light and shadow met. Not far behind him, the three bakery employees who had been snatching gold coins were biting one another in full public view, frantically grabbing the other two's coins.
"Well? Senior, aren't you going to say anything? I avenged you, you know. You owe me a favor."
The old beggar's dull gray eyes were vacant. Ignoring the Skull-Piercing Spike above his head, he took a bag from an inside pocket. "These are my last Train Coins. One hundred and seven. Please, go deal with the master of this city-state."
Ye Qiyan reached to take it.
A little over a hundred Train Coins was clearly not much.
But this was a Hunting Station, after all.
Wealth was never the greatest reward from this kind of Platform.
Having a little was better than having nothing.
Yet right now, this old beggar interested him more than the target of the hunt.
"Money isn't important. I'm more curious about where someone like you came from, someone who can even hide his own name in the system. And, hehe, One Who Wishes to Be Forgotten and Escapist? I've never heard of those two titles either. Could you tell me about them?"
A demon's whisper sounded beside the old beggar's ear.
The melody of Bewitchment resonated in his heart~
The old beggar trembled slightly when he heard Ye Qiyan speak the names of