The Mask

"She..."

Fu Jinyu opened her mouth, but ultimately swallowed her words.

Right now, business was more important. Anyway, she knew it was enough that her position in Xu Mu's heart was far higher than Nalan Shisan's.

"Don't let her provoke you. Just ignore whatever she says."

Xu Mu closed his eyes again, expanding his perception to scan everyone within the area.

He was mainly looking for the Caucasian man from Nalan Shisan's ruins earlier, a member of the Abyss Chapel.

If he could find their traces and eavesdrop on their conversation, he could roughly guess their objective.

However, within Xu Mu's perception, he couldn't detect that Caucasian man.

In fact, there were many people of other races, but not that specific person.

However, Xu Mu did discover an acquaintance: Wu Tian.

He was currently staying in a room, talking to himself.

Evidently, he was conversing with the old grandpa spirit residing in him.

The sky gradually darkened.

Xu Mu sensed the heavy traffic outside; more and more people were gathering in this town.

Dai Xingluo got up from the sofa, walked over to Xu Mu, and looked out the window. "It's so lively outside."

Xu Ningbing also stood up from the bed. "Xiao Mu, let's go out and get something to eat. After all, we have a competition later, so we should eat and drink well."

Tong Guoguo nodded in agreement. Although she wasn't competing, she still wanted to eat delicious food.

"Alright."

Xu Mu nodded.

He also felt that staying in the room all the time was completely boring.

Sometimes, he felt he was being a bit too cautious.

"We can go out, but wait for me a moment."

Xu Mu took out a grade-eight natural treasure from his storage space.

However, this item was a crafting material, not a medicinal herb.

Fu Jinyu looked at the silver material in Xu Mu's hand. "Is this the grade-eight material, Ninety Silver Marrow?"

"That's right."

Xu Mu smiled.

"Ninety Silver Marrow? What is that? The name is so strange," Xu Ningbing asked curiously.

"This material is very peculiar. Its defense can even rival a grade-nine material. Even at the Realm-Breaking level, it's hard to pierce through it in one strike," Fu Jinyu explained. "But its weakness is also significant. As long as you rapidly attack a single spot and cause it to vibrate about ninety times, even an ordinary person can change its shape."

"There's actually such a magical thing," Xu Ningbing was full of astonishment. "But this silver color is really beautiful, just like jade."

"Brother, what are you doing with this?"

Dai Xingluo's face was full of confusion.

"You'll know in a moment."

Xu Mu took out a dagger, set it aside, and then continuously slapped the Ninety Silver Marrow.

After about ninety times, the originally solid material became as soft as dough.

He quickly sliced it open with the dagger, then raised the dagger and measured it against Dai Xingluo's face.

Dai Xingluo didn't step back, knowing that Xu Mu would definitely not hurt her.

After measuring, Xu Mu crafted a mask out of a piece of the material at top speed.

This mask didn't cover the entire face; instead, it reached down to the nose, leaving the mouth and chin exposed.

He continuously slapped the material again to make it soft, took out his dagger, and quickly carved a drawing onto the silver mask.

In an instant, a landscape painting appeared on the mask.

"Try it on."

Xu Mu handed it to Dai Xingluo.

Dai Xingluo put on the mask and went to the mirror in the bathroom. She smiled and said, "Brother, this mask is so pretty!"

[Affection +10]

"Brother Mu, why are you making masks?"

Meng Wanyue asked, puzzled.

She also thought the mask looked quite nice.

"I have some powerful enemies, and I'm afraid they might target you. When we go out later, you guys should wear a simple disguise," Xu Mu said with a smile. "The exposed mouth will make it convenient for you to eat."

"I see."

Meng Wanyue nodded.

"Come, next."

Xu Mu measured Meng Wanyue and Xu Ningbing's faces, then activated his focus to further increase his speed.

In no time, the masks for these two were also completed.

Xu Ningbing and Meng Wanyue both looked at the masks in their hands, absolutely loving them.

"This painting is really beautiful, it looks so real."

Xu Ningbing smiled as she looked at the landscape painting on the mask.

[Affection +10]

"Wearing this mask on your face can also serve as defense. If someone can consecutively attack your face ninety times, it proves you are far from being their match, and in that case, defense would be meaningless anyway," Xu Mu said with a smile.

"Xu Mu, I want one too," Tong Guoguo reached out her hand and said. "I count as one of your people now, right?"

"Me too." Fu Jinyu cast a faint glance at Xu Mu. "I might not wear it, but I must have one."

"Alright."

Xu Mu measured the facial contours of the two of them, and in a short while, their masks were also finished.

Tong Guoguo stroked the mask in her hand. The texture wasn't the hardness of metal, but rather a cool smoothness.

"Then let's head out," Xu Mu said to the group.

Xu Ningbing, Meng Wanyue, Dai Xingluo, and Tong Guoguo all put on their masks.

Fu Jinyu hesitated for a moment, then also put her mask on.

A dignified Empress also needed to maintain her status.

She even used a disguise technique to make her eyes look like a normal person's.

The group went downstairs together and headed to the local snack street. Even though they were all wearing masks, they still attracted the gazes of everyone around them.

The main reason was their figures. For instance, Xu Ningbing and Fu Jinyu had tall, slender physiques, along with their massive assets.

There wasn't a single man who wouldn't take a few extra glances.

Aside from those two, Dai Xingluo and Tong Guoguo's figures had also reached impressive proportions.

As for Meng Wanyue, among this group, she gave off a refreshing, girl-next-door vibe.

"Brother! I want to eat candied haws!"

Dai Xingluo pointed at a nearby candied haw stall and said.

"Xu Mu, I want a starch sausage!"

Tong Guoguo pointed at another stall.

"Buy it!"

Xu Mu directly bought six candied haws and six starch sausages.

He reaped another wave of affection points.

For him, exchanging money for justice points was the easiest thing in the world.

At this moment, by the window of a second-floor private room, a long-haired man who was drinking with someone suddenly noticed Xu Mu's figure.

He was none other than Wang Zichong from earlier. He stared at Xu Mu and the people around him, revealing a cold sneer.

...

Xu Mu became an ATM today. Even Xu Ningbing, who had always maintained a healthy diet, started eating unhealthily.

"Xiao Mu, I want to eat this grilled squid."

"Alright! One for everyone." Xu Mu smiled and walked toward the boss of the stall. "Six grilled squids, mildly spicy."

"Boss! I'll take all the grilled squid you have here!"

Just then, a burly, flat-topped man walked over. He had deliberately shaved a notch into his hair to fake a scar.

He wore a black short-sleeved shirt with bulging muscles on both arms, and tapered sweatpants on his lower body.

On the back of his black shirt, a white character for "Strength" was written.

"Alrighty! Handsome, please wait a moment. I'll finish grilling these six squids for this handsome guy first," the boss here said with a smile.

"Kid, we have a lot of people. Don't fight me for food, or be careful I might just cripple you."

The burly man pushed Xu Mu's shoulder, but found him as steady as Mount Tai, not budging an inch.

"Don't you know the meaning of first come, first served?"

Xu Mu said with a blank expression.

"Do you know who I am? Believe me, I'll knock your head off?"

The burly man snorted coldly.

"Didn't your mom tell you who you are? Or do you not have a mom?"

Xu Mu gave a faint smile.

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