"I heard from my sister that you are a very strong girl." The ghost walked in front of the alley, at night, in ruins, and gunfire everywhere. Buneltani's vision was blurred, half because of the pain of falling and half because of the blood from his forehead.

"I have to find a first aid kit, or I will die." The girl holding the wall looked at the ghost in front of her.

The latter turned around, as if he only found the injury on his friend's body at this moment: "Wait a minute."

She said this, and then passed through the wall. After a while, she emerged from the wall again: "Come here, there should be what you need."

Under her guidance, Bounettani held the wall and stumbled into another small courtyard. He saw a combat boat that fell on the house and finally crushed the two-story building.

Bounettani flew over the combat boat and knew where the first aid kit and treatment potion might be stored. She walked to the combat boat and noticed that the driver had turned into dead bones, which meant that this was an indigenous driver.

The broken pilot's flight suit tied the dead bone, and Bunitani pushed it away, then pulled up the seat cushion and saw a well-wrapped first aid kit.

Take out a roll of bandage, a portion of healing potion and a bottle of holy water, pour the holy water on the dry bones, pour the healing potion into the mouth, use the dagger at the waist to cut off the long hair that was coiled and spread out, and finally wrap the head with a bandage. Considering that the white bandage might be too obvious at night, Bunitani leaned over again and took out a gray towel from the first aid kit. This was originally used to press blood vessels, and cover it on the head, so that it would not be obvious.

Take out the remaining two portions of healing potion from the first aid kit and exchange it with the damaged and leaked medicine bottle in the potion bag on the waist. Bunitani pulled out the revolver from the weapon stand beside him. The long-term sun and rain made it rust, but there is no better than nothing.

Put it in the gun bag and took the screwdriver on the tool holder. Bunitani came to the back of the combat boat, used the screwdriver in his hand to remove a piece of armor plate, and took out a short-barrel musket with a folding butt stock from it. The latter was wrapped in a greased paper bag and seemed to work properly. He buckled it on the weapon tied around his shoulder. Bunitani turned his head and glanced at the ghost, who was standing there, as if paying attention to her.

"You said you have a sister?" Bunitani asked as he began to dismantle another armor plate.

"There are two sisters, and the second sister often mentions you. For some reason, she always talks to herself, as if I was by her side, but she has never seen me." Speaking of this, the ghost girl seemed to be in a bad mood.

Bounettani sighed. Although she didn't know who was her sister, she could hear the resentment in this ghostly words.

It’s a pity that humans and ghosts have different paths, not to mention that this is just a game world composed of zero and one. She is just a manifestation of the inner pain of a sister who has lost her sister.

Pull open the armor plate, take out the bullet bag, six 20 round magazines, a carry-on tool, and nearly 80 bulk bullets.

Install magazines on the gun, buckle the carriage to the waist, load the magazine into the ammunition bag, and buckle the bulk bullets along with the bag to the movable buckle after the waist.

"Let's go, didn't you say you wanted to take me to see Marceau, let's go."

"Well, let's go. Speaking of which, I haven't seen Marceau for a long time, and I don't know how he is now." When talking about Marceau, he could clearly feel the pleasure in the ghost's heart. Bounettani watched her walk in front and looked at the sky from time to time.

"What are you looking at?" Bounettani asked.

"Look at my stars. When I was very young, my father told me that everyone is the incarnation of the stars in the sky. We come to this world and witness an era, whether it is beautiful or painful, but one day, we will return to the sky..." She pointed to the brightest star on the dome of the sky: "That is your star."

"My star?"

"Yes, everyone's stars are there, your sister's, do you know, only my stars are not bright." Walking out of the alley made of dark ruins, the ghost turned around was smiling at Bounettani, but the cracked mouth on her face and the bloody red soul fire made Bounettani take a deep breath: "But Marceau is waiting for you."

"Well, that's right, I'm going to take you to see Marceau. In this way, he will definitely praise Enxi." The cracked mouth disappeared, the bloody red soul fire disappeared, and the ghost in front of him smiled again like a flawless white flower.

Seeing her continue to lead the way, Bounettani felt that this was a big deal and this was not an ordinary manifestation. Cambrian must have been crazy with her malice and resentment.

But even so, she still remembered Marceau, who must be someone who was familiar with Marceau... with silver-white hair...Bunitani thought of the Lin sisters.

"No...no..." With this idea, Boonetani tightened the musket in his hand.

"Come on, a bad guy is here." The ghost suddenly lowered his voice, and she ran quickly to the other side of the street and into the wall.

Bounettani followed him to the ruins and drilled into the broken door.

After a while, a team of the New Edens appeared on the street. It should be a reconnaissance team. The street was no longer safe. Did New Eden come from that side of the canal?

"Come on, come with me." Ghost said.

Looking at the flipped white soul fire in her eyes, Boonetani subconsciously nodded why she could switch to her form.

All this requires an answer...Maybe, Marceau can give an answer.

Bounettani followed her through the ruined space, entered the alley through the back door, and pulled the Arcane Inspiration Goggles that had been hanging around her neck to its post. In the dark, two dwarfs were checking something, raising the gun in his hand, screwing the Arcane Inscription Silencer into the muzzle, and adjusting it to a single-shot mode.

The first bullet passed through the skull of the dwarf standing beside his companion holding a light. When the other dwarf retracted his attention from the items in front of him, the second bullet was already out of the bore and drilled into his forehead from the front.

I walked over and took a look. It was a weapon box that the Eastern Continent sent to armed civilians. It usually contained dozens of bullets, a revolver and several grenades.

So he threw away the rusty revolver, replaced it with a brand new revolver, stuffed the grenade into his leg bag, and Bounettani turned his head and glanced at the ghost: "What are we going next?"

"Then." She pointed in the direction of the canal.

...You don't want to harm me, right...m.
Chapter completed!