Wu Xiaode shouted.

The young men turned around and said with a smile: "Here comes another one, very good, hand over the change."

Wu Xiaode was startled, slowed down, and said, "I'm afraid you won't dare to take it out."

"Arrogant! Get over here and squat on the ground!" a young man shouted.

Wu Xiaode smiled and was about to move——

Bang!

Something fell from his trouser leg and fell to the ground.

He looked down and saw an extra shot put on the ground.

Shot put...

Where did the shot put come from?

The Book of the Dead floating in mid-air was quietly opened, revealing a line of small words in ice crystal:

"The magic mist of silence has enveloped you, turning into a vague mist and starting to work."

"Current level: lv0."

"At this level, the mist begins to bless you."

"With the first blessing, the mist tool has become a shot put."

Wu Xiaode looked around him.

Sure enough, there was a faint layer of gray mist.

This is the Mist of Silence.

It turns out that if you want to fight, the ability of Silent Demon Mist will come into play.

It just got itself a shot put.

asshole!

Why do you need a shot put to beat these little gangsters?

Wu Xiaode calmly picked up the shot put and said with a smile: "Everyone, I am a shot put player, so it is normal for a shot put to fall out of my pants."

"Damn, you brat..." Several young men stared at him and cursed fiercely.

Wu Xiaode didn't want to spare them, so he simply kept walking.

Bang!

Another thing fell from the hem of his shirt to the floor.

Wu Xiaode looked down.

I saw that it was a dark barbell, thick and big, and it made a hole in the ground.

The young people's eyes shrank.

Wu Xiaode also felt that something was wrong.

It's just to deal with a few ordinary people, why do you always manifest this kind of thing for yourself?

Now I have to explain the past first, so as not to let the person opposite realize that something is wrong.

"Don't worry, I am a shot put thrower. I have to practice barbell every day. This is reasonable."

Wu Xiaode bent down, picked up the barbell, and explained patiently.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stood up, a cold light fell from his sleeve with a "swish" sound and stuck straight into the ground.

machete.

Yes.

This is a machete about half the length of the body.

It fell out of Wu Xiaode's sleeve and stuck on the ground. It looked quite sharp.

God knows how it fell out of the sleeve.

"Ah ha, well, actually I usually do some part-time jobs, such as doing magic." Wu Xiaode said.

when!

A crisp sound.

Everyone looked down and saw a dark object falling out of his pocket and hitting the machete, making a metallic knocking sound.

gun.

pistol.

"are you crazy!"

The young men couldn't hold them anymore, so they turned around and ran away. After a while, they turned around the alley and lost sight of them.

The child carrying a schoolbag ran over to him, saluted him, and said, "Thank you, uncle."

"Call me brother, I'm not even eighteen yet." Wu Xiaode glared.

"Thank you, brother."

"Well, be careful in the future and don't get caught up in this group of rubbish again."

"I see."

The child seemed a little afraid of him, so he turned around and ran away.

Only Wu Xiaode was left standing there.

He looked at the shot put and barbell in his hand, then at the sword and gun on the ground, and sighed.

"That's not right. Supposedly, the Silent Mist should be a skill in the world of death."

"——Why did the shot put fall?"

He looked toward the Book of the Dead.

I saw a line of small words in ice crystals already appearing on the Book of the Dead:

"The Mist of Silence is indeed an extremely rare special skill in the world of death. Depending on the user, it will be extremely consistent with the user's temperament and temperament."

"But just now it just embarrassed me." Wu Xiaode spread his hands and said.

Two more lines of small words in ice crystals appeared:

"Please respect this skill."

"You know, the most popular skills in the death world right now are 'social death' skills."

Wu Xiaode's forehead veins swelled and he said loudly: "But why do you want the owner of the skill to die!"

Another line of ice-crystalline characters:

"What the mist embodies is not a random choice, but comes from your nature and is a projection of your own fighting style."

"But why is my instinct to drop the shot put?" Wu Xiaode asked persistently.

The Book of the Dead fell silent, and a few lines of ice crystal letters appeared:

"It produces a shot put based on your character."

"When it comes to fighting, there is only one word to describe your character."

"What word?" Wu Xiaode asked with interest.

A bright red bold character appeared on the page:

"dirty."

——Your sister!

Wu Xiaode was furious, threw the shot put and barbell on the ground, turned around and left.

Am I dirty?

This is a life-and-death matter, and it’s not a treat for me to have dinner with, yet you actually called me dirty!

Fighting means doing whatever it takes!

The shot put, barbell and knife and fork suddenly turned into mist and flew back to him.

The Book of the Dead saw him leaving and quickly chased after him.

(Thanks to book friend Xixi Young Master for the reward. The boss is very generous. I will continue to work hard to write a good book!)
Chapter completed!