Chapter 183: 【you Wait.】
Angel investment huh.
There’s such a good thing?
But doesn’t this also mean they think the probability of her dying is very high?
Lu Jinzhao thought of fate again. Fates vary, maybe it’s called angel investment, but behind it there’s some price she has to pay once she accepts it?
But she didn’t hesitate: “I need a skin and a bone.”
“It must be human skin human bone or ghost skin ghost bone.”
“For human ones, the quality must have fate.”
“As for what fate it is, it depends on what ability you think I need most when entering the death platform.”
Divine Calculator blinked her eyes: “This isn’t hard to get. You’re using it for your fate, right?”
“I got it. We’ll look for it.”
She seemed to anticipate what concerns Lu Jinzhao would have and earnestly explained: “You don’t need to worry that accepting this investment will require paying some hidden price.”
“No first-class will play the long game on someone with great talent to catch a big fish. Such people are obviously selected for the death platform at a glance.”
“In short, they have a face that screams death.”
“And as first-class ourselves, we’re not sure how long we can live either.”
“What’s more, death platforms are rare. They’re always joint platforms each time, and it’s hard to say if we can end up together.”
“As for reality… I’m a takeout delivery person. Someone used to be a teacher, someone is a rich second generation, someone is even a minor from an ordinary family.”
“We’re all ordinary people. We don’t need you to do anything.”
As she spoke, she suddenly smiled: “My time is short. Your appearance was beyond my expectations. It seems to be beyond the train’s expectations too?”
“In any case, whether rationally or emotionally, I have no intention of harming you.”
“That’s all. I strongly recommend you trust me.”
Lu Jinzhao felt she should be somewhat touched at this moment, as a normal person, so she nodded: “I trust you.”
Divine Calculator looked at her and gently shook her head: “You don’t trust me at all, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll give you a message about what you want as soon as possible.”
“Besides that, I’m also here to inform you of some death platform related messages.”
“Although it’s hard to believe, I think your next platform will most likely be a death platform.”
As she spoke, she sighed first: “Oh my god, a passenger who rises to B-grade and immediately enters a Class A platform, then directly enters a death platform—if it comes true, they’d truly be the only one still alive in Yuncheng Station right now.”
“You must come out alive.”
“Uh, I’ll try?” Lu Jinzhao replied, looking at her expectant eyes.
“Right, there’s not little I’ll say next. Do you need to record it?”
Lu Jinzhao shook her head: “No need. I can remember it.”
“Such a good memory?” Divine Calculator muttered: “It’s really a lot, okay?”
It seemed first-class didn’t experience the phenomenon of improving memory like her through constantly going through platforms.
Maybe because of changes in the body?
After Lu Jinzhao confirmed, Divine Calculator told her one by one the precautions for the death platform, and also gave her three death platform experiences, all her personal ones.
She had already survived three death platforms alive, which was already an extraordinary thing. Currently in Yuncheng, the most was only one person who cleared four death platforms.
Just like most newcomers die in the first platform, most high-level passengers also die in their first death platform.
“But I definitely have no hope of clearing ten death platforms. I hope you can do it.”
Divine Calculator sincerely wished her well. This was also one of her wishes: hoping someone could pass ten death platforms, to verify the truth of that rumor, to touch the truth of the train.
But for now, it seemed far off.
“That’s all I have to say. If you find some parts unclear later, you can message me.”
“Right.” Finally, Divine Calculator instructed: “Don’t tell other non-first-class passengers about death platform messages.”
“Knowledge is sometimes a curse.”
“I understand.”
After bidding farewell to Divine Calculator, Lu Jinzhao returned home, arranged the time to return the pocket watch with Qin Wan, then took out the materials from her backpack and walked into the studio.
“Speaking of which,” Lu Jinzhao turned on the light, illuminating the workbench.
“Why aren’t you talking?” She took out the parchment and placed it on the workbench.
Now, even if the parchment wasn’t kept close to the body, the wooden box was as good as dead.
The parchment still didn’t speak.
“What, I didn’t die in there, you got slapped in the face, so you broke down?”
“Pretending to be aloof again?”
She hadn’t forgotten the smug, carried-away look of the parchment inside the platform, and the words it didn’t get to finish.
“You said I entered the platform because I absorbed ghost bone, but others said no, you got it wrong.”
These words precisely hit the parchment’s sore spot.
【What does she know!】
【What do you know?】
【Just believe her words, just believe them!】
【Heh, not trading with me, but choosing to give your body and soul to that kind of thing?】
【I won’t let you have your way!】
It was indignant, clearly referring to the ghost blood already integrated into Lu Jinzhao’s body.
Lu Jinzhao’s expression was subtle. She felt the parchment had misunderstood something. She had no intention of selling her body and soul to ghost blood, but it was good if the parchment thought so.
So Lu Jinzhao didn’t explain anything and even deliberately said: “I volunteered. It has nothing to do with you, right?”
【I won’t allow it!!】
“Are you?”
【?】
【Heh.】
【Just you wait.】
【You and that thing in your body, just wait.】
The parchment on the workbench wriggled a bit, then probably realized this didn’t have much deterrent power, so it lay flat again as if nothing happened.
Lu Jinzhao looked at it thoughtfully.
Clearly the parchment was also a skin, but she couldn’t sense any “materials” aura from it.
Not because its size was too small, nor because her fate was still too weak, just purely “can’t”.
No such option.
“Waiting again? I’ve waited many times already.” Lu Jinzhao’s tone was flat, but it choked the parchment so much it wanted to jump.
【Death platform is coming. Sooner or later you’ll come begging me!】
“Oh? When is it coming, tomorrow? I can’t wait.”
The parchment fell silent.
It looked like it didn’t want to leak information, but actually…
“Ah, looks like it won’t come in the short term?”
Lu Jinzhao saw right through it.
【What do you know…】
The parchment struggled on its deathbed.
“Yes, I don’t understand. Surely the person who made you into a supernatural prop understands you better.”
This sentence had nuclear explosion-level power, making the flattened parchment start wriggling crazily again.
【Shut up!】
【Disgusting disgusting disgusting disgusting disgusting disgusting!】
