Hearing this, Fang Mu's face stiffened as expected, and he smiled dryly and said, "Isn't it the clothes that buried the specially customized corpse? Boss, you're really good at joking. is not it."
Wei Jiang explained on the side: "Well, generally speaking, what you said is correct. However, when the deceased's body is not found, does not exist, etc., the deceased's family and friends generally take into account ``I guess so.'' Build a grave. Clothes, jewelry, and everyday items that the deceased loved or used most often are used as a substitute for the body and buried in the ground. ”
Fan Mu remained silent. As a matter of fact, he didn't want to know such explicit details.
"It looks like you've run into a problem that's bothering you. There are a lot of 'very useful' accessories here that can help you out. ” Linlin got up and went to one of the shelves and pulled down the forter from there. Countless yellow charms wrapped around the scarecrow and said with a smile:
Fang Mu pursed his lips and looked at the sky, feeling that he might not be able to leave the store without paying a small amount of money to buy something today.
He thought for a while and told Ling Ling and the others about his experience. "I ran into a little trouble..."
After explaining his situation, Fang Mu took a deep breath and said in a pleading tone: "Is there any way you can help me out of this situation?"
"A diary from the past to the future, the sleep of ancient and unknown gods, ancient civilizations...well, it's not new, but it's still interesting." Ling Ling nodded, appreciating Fan Mu's story, then looked back. I went to the third place from the left. He removed a hammer from a row of shelves and said with a smile, "Take this."
"...What is it?" Fang Mu looked at the hammer and felt uneasy for some reason.
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