Star Trace Gate

Chapter 657 Continuous Mission

Tailor shop.

Ren was also wrapped in a green robe, his body forced to curl up, as if he was experiencing a dry stool, but he was not the dry one, but the stool.

The clothes slowly shrank, and his body was squeezed like a meat ball. All the bones in his body made crackling and rubbing sounds. After a while, his whole body shrank by almost a quarter.

The unbearable pain once made Ren think of committing suicide. He felt as if his ribs were broken, and the broken bones were piercing his lungs and heart, leaving a bloody hole.

"Ahem...!"

The pain made his consciousness a little blurred and also caused hallucinations. He always felt that there was blood in his mouth, so he kept coughing, trying to spit out the filth that was blocking his throat.

Not far away, Mrs. Wang had white foam on her lips and kept muttering, "It's too small, too small...!"

Damn it, this old lady is such a gossiper. She should just ask Brother Hu to give her a good beating and she’ll behave herself.

This old lady was so mean. The more she grumbled, the smaller the size of the clothes became. So Ren Ye was naturally very resentful and angry to the point of almost going insane.

However, even at this point, he still did not use his supernatural powers to fight against this strange robe. He only relied on his willpower to hold on, while also thinking about ways to escape.

From this we can see that the Little Bad King's endurance and psychological quality are still very outstanding.

Don't panic, stay calm, stay calm...

The robe became smaller and smaller, and the cloth at the collar extended upwards, along Ren Ye's cheeks, and slowly completely covered his head.

A strong feeling of suffocation came over him, and Ren felt that he could no longer breathe and was about to lose consciousness.

I can't use my magical powers, and I can't break free of this robe with my physical strength. This is almost unsolvable...

Ok?

and many more!

Suddenly, a surge of inspiration rushed to the top of his head, and Ren instantly grasped a glimmer of hope.

Yes, yes!

He was shaking with excitement, and immediately concentrated his consciousness to sense the space, and began to call out secretly.

"brush!"

Under the long robe, a huge palm slowly stretched out from between Ren Ye’s eyebrows, but there was no magical fluctuation.

The hand was silver and extended from his forehead, with a very strange shape.

It slowly reached forward, its fingertips poking at the smooth fabric of the robe, like a hard awl piercing forward.

“Squeak, squeak…!”

There was a sound of teeth grinding, and although the robe kept shrinking, a small tent was still propped up by the palm. The situation was like "the younger brother is polite", and I was afraid that no matter who came, no one could stop it.

The silver palm, relying on the strength of one arm, slowly stretched out the shrunken robe, leaving a space for contraction.

"It's too small, too small...!" the old lady was still muttering.

"Big, big, give me a big one!"

Ren Ye stared at the silver arm sticking out from his forehead, shouting in his heart with a fierce expression.

"Crackling, crackling!"

A hair-raising friction sound was heard, and the shrunken robe was slowly stretched to its limit.

"Oh!"

A muffled sound was heard, and the robe covering Ren Ye's forehead shattered instantly.

"brush!"

A figure flew out from between the eyebrows. He was wearing a black robe and stood tall in front of Mrs. Wang. Judging from his appearance, he was the Little Bad King's most reliable silent teammate - the Night Wanderer.

Mr. Jiang's value is still rising...

The Night Wanderer turned his head slightly, revealing a perverted smile, and then pounced on Ren Ye on the ground, like a bachelor who had been hungry for years, and frantically tore off his robe that had shrunk in size with his iron-like hands.

"Tear, tear!"

Pieces of torn cloth flew everywhere, and Ren suddenly felt relaxed all over.

Two breaths later, he emerged from his robe like a cocoon, sat on the ground with his body limp, and gasped for breath: "Damn... It feels like I'm reborn."

"brush!"

At this moment, the surrounding scene gradually became blurred, and the scattered robe scraps on the ground disappeared.

The fog in the inner hall also began to flow slowly, and visibility was almost zero in an instant.

After a while, the fog dispersed again and the place returned to the way it was when Ren Ye had just come in.

He turned his head and looked around, only to see Mrs. Wang lift the curtain again and walk out from the inner hall, holding a robe in her hands.

She had a kind face and smiled, "Young man, do you want to make ready-made clothes?"

Ren was stunned when he heard this and did not answer.

"Young man, I see that your figure and body shape are similar to my grandson's. Can you help me try on this robe?" Mrs. Wang invited politely.

I'll give you a try, you old lady is so mean.

Ren stood up without hesitation and waved his hand, saying, "Wrong way. Goodbye."

"Look at you, I want you to try on some clothes, why are you so ungrateful?!" Mrs. Wang's face suddenly turned cold: "Do you look down on me?"

A sinister whistling sound was heard, and when Ren turned around, he saw Mrs. Wang staring at him with a resentful expression.

He instantly realized that once he came in, he would have to try on the clothes, as she would most likely force them on him.

"Damn, this mission is so disgusting."

Ren Ye complained in his heart, and his brain started working rapidly.

After a while, he looked at Mrs. Wang and said softly, "Okay, then I'll help you try."

"Young man, you are so kind-hearted..." Mrs. Wang immediately put on a smile and waved her hand, saying, "Come on, stand in front of the mirror and try it out."

Ren Ye walked to the mirror with trepidation in his heart, and put on the green robe again under the threat of Wang Po's words.

Old Lady Wang looked the robe up and down and continued, "My grandson said that it was damp and cold in the sect, so I made him this robe with ice silk fabric. It is close-fitting, warm, and dry. Young man...does it fit you well? Does it feel too big or too small?"

Ren Ye stood in front of the mirror, his expression solemn and his brain working rapidly.

He couldn't accept that he had fallen into the same pit twice, and he felt that there must be something wrong with the part where Mrs. Wang asked about the size.

If you answer small, the size of the clothes will shrink; and if you answer large, who knows what will happen.

What if the answer is just right?

I'm afraid that won't work. It seems that this level is not about trying on clothes, but about a kind of emotion.

The lonely old widow made ready-made clothes and emphasized several times that she used such good fabrics that her eyes were almost blind from sewing. In fact, she was expressing her concern for her grandson.

Ren Ye had many associations for a moment, and finally he made up his mind, turned around and replied with a smile: "Grandma Wang, no matter how much I look like your grandson, I am not him after all. How old or small it is, only he can know when he wears it. You have made the clothes, why can't you ask him to come back and try them on himself? Or send the clothes to him so that he can wear them with his own eyes?"

Mrs. Wang was slightly stunned, and her cloudy eyes dimly said: "...He wants Master to serve him, so he is usually busy."

"Excuse me, but there is always a lot to do. I'm sure he will be happy to know that you made a robe for him."

"...but...but today, Xiao Lu and I agreed to come and pick up the goods, and I can't leave." Mrs. Wang hesitated.

Ren Ye paused for a moment, clasped his fists and said, "I am willing to run a trip for you and call him back to try on this robe. You can also prepare a sumptuous dinner and have a good chat with your grandson."

"Thank you for your hard work." Mrs. Wang looked at Ren Ye kindly: "You are such a good child!"

[Congratulations, you have been commissioned by Wang's Tailor Shop to help Mrs. Wang find her grandson.]

[Task 1: Successfully find Wang Pozi's grandson and explain your purpose.]

[Mission Difficulty: S Level.]

[Task reward: unknown. 】

After hearing these four reminders, the Little Bad King let out a long sigh: "Damn, I am really smart."

Not long after, he left the tailor shop and squatted at the door, muttering, "The old woman once said that her grandson was at the Sanyuan Medical Clinic to get alchemy materials for the master."

"Then I'm going to Sanyuan Medical Clinic. Let me take a look at the map first."

After saying that, he spread out the map and took a look. He actually found the mark of Sanyuan Medical Clinic on it: "Wanxiangmen is quite professional. There is also a mark of the medical clinic."

……

It is about ten miles away from Sanyuan Medical Clinic.

A middle-aged man with shifty eyes was walking slowly in the fog.

It has been a while since he was teleported here from the bunker, and he found that the road under his feet should lead to the upper right exploration area, and it must be the main route. Those powerful people around who were randomly teleported to remote areas must pass through here if they want to enter the upper right from this side.

As a result, a bold idea came into his mind.

Live by the mountain, live by the sea...

The middle-aged man with shifty eyes was observing the terrain carefully in the fog, strolling leisurely, neither hurried nor slow.

After a while, after he had figured out the terrain in front, behind, left and right, he pulled a cloth bag from his waist and reached into it to grab a handful of powder that seemed colorless and odorless, without any star source fluctuations.

He walked sideways on the road, and began to slowly sprinkle white powder from the entrance, and spread it evenly and flatly on the road surface.

"Humph. Rules are dead, but people are alive. If you lose your eyes, I'll check them out."

He muttered smugly as he sprinkled powder all over the road at the entrance, then clapped his hands and said, "We're done. Let's find a place to squat, have a drink, and wait for others to give us treasures."

After he finished speaking, he slowly came to the door of a shop, climbed up the low wall, sat on the roof, took out the wine and roast chicken in his consciousness space, and began to show off wildly.

Although he is thin and unattractive, his appetite is truly amazing. He finished half of the fat roast chicken in just three or five bites.

……

The other end.

Ding Hun walked from the suburbs and went to the exploration area on the upper right alone.