I Can Bring In-game Items Out-Chapter 89: I Have No Sense of Security

Chapter 89: I Don’t Feel Safe

The Totem Pole’s light shone on the other side, and an unseen pressure swept in, making everyone feel painful all over, as if they were being crushed. freёweɓnovel_com

"Stop! They can’t be killed," Small Knife was anxious.

"Then apply the Slave Seal, otherwise, I can only act according to tribal law," Black Soul Crow coldly watched everything.

"Damn it! How could this happen, when Ah Shan brought them in, there was no problem," Small Knife was anxious and seemed somewhat flustered.

"If you lack the ability to apply the Slave Seal, don’t bring captured slaves into the tribe, otherwise don’t blame me for killing; outsiders aren’t allowed inside the tribe, it’s an iron law," Black Soul Crow’s voice lowered.

With the voice, the pressure increased, and the bones began to emit an unbearable noise, continuing like this meant certain death.

Life began to decrease.

"Brother Dao, there are Slave Seals in the warehouse, use them on us quickly," Mountain Grass shouted.

"This?" Small Knife hesitated.

"At a time like this, why hesitate?" Mountain Grass was so suppressed that his face was red, almost unable to stand.

"Hurry, Brother Dao!" Others could only urge.

Under the terror of death, they couldn’t care about anything else.

Seeing this, Small Knife hurried to the warehouse and took out the black bone.

"There’s only one of these, everyone don’t resist," Small Knife shouted, crushing the bone filled with patterns.

"That’s right, Knife may not be smart, but he’s always cautious, knowing his own limits, how could he expose them carelessly," Er Gouzi smiled bitterly, putting himself in the situation too.

But at that time, it was impossible not to enter the Witch Residence as an outcast, everyone else was hot-blooded too.

Forget it, he’s our family’s benefactor, and there’s no other choice anyway.

"Trust Brother Dao, if you don’t want to die, don’t resist!" Mountain Grass advised, accepting the seal that fell into his Sea of Consciousness without any resistance.

Others had no choice either and did the same.

"This way, it’s good for everyone, and for me," hearing the continuous success prompts, Small Knife breathed a sigh of relief.

No one resisted.

Otherwise, if it had failed, he really wouldn’t know what to do.

Indeed, this was a conspiracy discussed with Mountain Grass, suggested by the opposing side. Small Knife half-heartedly and reluctantly agreed, pretending hesitantly.

Because the events developed far beyond expectations, a strategy was needed.

Small Knife deeply trusted his childhood friends, but he wasn’t confident enough that all could withstand temptation and not leak secrets.

Because Small Knife felt that even he might not withstand temptation.

Otherwise, why would he have left alone and hidden his identity in those years?

Now, glancing at everyone, Black Soul Crow turned and left.

The surrounding pressure instantly eased and disappeared.

Brother Bangzi, Mountain Grass, Er Gou, Great Hammer, Dazed Tuozi, and others looked at each other with wide eyes.

"Didn’t expect it to turn out this way, but don’t worry, we are brothers; I absolutely won’t interfere with everyone’s freedom," Small Knife smiled bitterly.

Sighing in his heart, he didn’t expect himself to be so hypocritical at times.

But what else could he do?

"It’s not Brother Dao’s fault, I know your character," Mountain Grass quickly said.

"Right, this is the best way, not just for you, but for us too; this way everyone can unite and avoid future friction, harming both ourselves and others," Er Gouzi also smiled and said.

Seeing this, everyone could only squeeze out a smile to show agreement.

Small Knife checked everyone’s information, seeing more of the slave mark, seeing more loyalty.

Er Gouzi and Dazed’s loyalty surpassed ninety, which matched his expectations, but unexpectedly, Bangzi, the one he least trusted, had a loyalty of 88, higher than anyone else.

On the contrary, Mountain Grass’s loyalty wasn’t high, but this wasn’t important; the little brat is smart and knows what to do.

"What’s the big deal, I originally followed Brother Dao anyway," Dazed mumbled.

But he didn’t involve himself in what he couldn’t understand, always listening to Brother Dao was never wrong.

"Let’s go, take everyone hunting to level up," at the mention of this, everyone got a bit excited.

Each riding a hunting dog, they set out together.

Soon, they discovered a Wilderness Wolf pack.

Bang, bang!

Continuous gunshots rang out.

The guns that Small Knife left were all premium, though his childhood friends lacked skill support, even if they played with guns before, it was hard to achieve instant kills, but they easily harvested the targets.

Killing the targets, due to entering the physical realm, although there was no system notification, they felt a warm current surging into their bodies, which was enough.

Small Knife didn’t shoot much, only in dangerous situations.

Even so, as long as Small Knife fired, it was a guaranteed hit.

The whole day, Small Knife led his brothers racing across the wilderness.

It was a bad day for the Wilderness Wolves.

They were directly slaughtered, and only because Wilderness Wolves had been rampant recently did their gunshots not reach players’ ears.

Splaying in combat the whole day, everyone leveled up above Level 3 generally, the obvious physical changes excited each one, driving them into fervor.

The only one not taking action was Er Gouzi.

He said he still needed to handle Studio affairs outside, if found his body contained more Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi than food, it would surely be problematic.

So he could only watch with envy.

"Don’t worry, investment yields return; when the time is right, I’ll make you surpass them instantly," seeing him so calm, Small Knife truly admired him.

Maybe he had long found something wrong, but the outcome was good and that’s what mattered, why delve into it?

As it got darker, everyone regretfully headed back.

Entering the Witch Residence, with things stored, Small Knife left again.

Returning to reality, where the metal platform was already finished, the sky was slightly bright, but yesterday’s busyness and rush to meet deadlines left no one here.

With a stretch of his hand, the Witch Residence flew out, landing on the metal platform.

After enlarging, it fit just right, truly custom-made.

The courtyard gate opened, and everyone came out.

"Finally back," and each let out a sigh.

Finally, they returned alive; the game was truly dangerous.

Everyone was strong and energetic.

Small Knife slightly sensed; because it was reality, the Slave Seal’s sense was extremely weak, nearly indiscernible.

"Sorry! For my safety, I am this selfish,"

Small Knife sighed, crushing a piece of Black Bone in the hand behind his back.

This was also a group Slave Seal, from the products at the Witch cave, where combat could purchase only three group Slave Seals, with extremely high prices, but that was not a problem for Small Knife.

Now, he almost cleaned out everything the combat purchasable there, regardless of usefulness.

This type of group Slave Seal seemed powerful, but it could only enslave those weaker than oneself, and couldn’t face resistance or rejection, otherwise the success rate was very low.

As Small Knife crushed the Black Bone, an invisible force directly permeated the bodies of those present.

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