Chapter 231

The Shiba Inu shopkeeper gave a twisted, unrestrained smile, completely unlike what should be on such a tiny body. Bai Lang's response to that laughter was a punch that smashed the counter...... and the shopkeeper immediately shrank back. The equipment store had clothes, but those were for wilderness adventure combat, so the Shiba Inu shopkeeper also wondered, "Customer, why don't you buy clothes at a store that sells everyday wear?"

There really is a store for daily necessities, but Bai Lang isn't in a hurry to find something to cover up. The huge loss resulted in the money he had on him being, damn it, chewed up by that scavenger animal—who let the money get bloody? Only the money tucked inside the soft rim of his hat escaped disaster. The money in his hat was large-denomination bills, and the Shiba Inu shopkeeper also advised, "Customer, you should trust the bank."

Bai Lang just gave a wry laugh, and he didn't explain that he'd ended up like this purely by accident. In any case, he went through the whole routine again as usual, then acted as if nothing had happened and walked out. The onlookers outside had already dispersed; everyone's life pressures are considerable, so how could they keep watching?

Bai Lang once again stepped into the cat weapon shop, without a word he launched a punch, vowing to blast the cat's skull. 'Just a token gesture, a light tap would do.' Bai Lang wasn't prepared to kill; he merely thought the death penalty could be avoided but punishment unavoidable. However, it seemed the cat could become the weapon shop owner and clerk, and indeed had a few brushes in its paws. Its bulky body, utterly mismatched with its appearance, 'floated' up, twisting freely in midair and easily dodging Bai Lang's finger flick.

Whoa, is this the Void Extreme Flow Dance or bullet time? You cat are really awesome!' As an Innate Expert, Bai Lang's eyesight was exceptional; at a glance he realized this was the cat's own ability. While the cat twisted in midair, it also launched a counterattack. Only see the cat's claws flash with cold light, emitting four streaks of electricity as they 'swished' out. 'Meow!' Accompanied by a shrill cry, the four cat claws were directly severed, they grabbed onto Bai Lang's body, and were snapped by the aura of the Golden Bell Cover.

'I'll strike!' Bai Lang twisted his wrist, his middle finger flicked out and decisively hit the cat's skull, instantly a large bump began to rise on the cat's skull. The shopkeeper cat also moved, its plump body swift as thunder, it snatched a thrusting sword from the counter, turning into a stream of light and thrusting toward Bai Lang. Bai Lang placed his hand before his chest, pinched thumb and forefinger together, and directly gripped the sword tip. The cat weighs only thirty jin; its momentum plus its own cultivation cannot break through Bai Lang's two fingers.

Faced with this situation, Bai Lang settled the matter with a single phrase: 'Buy something!'

Those two cats weren't exactly tough, saying 'We just won't sell to you!'—they didn't say that, but instead hurriedly retreated to the counter, 'Hey, customer, what weapon do you want to buy? We have a full selection.' Bai Lang had already put his hands behind his back, looking at the weapons hanging on the wall and the rack. First were guns, various kinds, from pistols to rifles—basically they used black powder bullets. 'Not expensive,' Bai Lang muttered.

Spear-type guns could number a dozen or so, divided into three types according to caliber. Pistols were almost all revolvers or single-shot hammerless pistols, with both large and small calibers. 'They actually look quite nice.' In this world, especially for pistols, engraving decorations seems to be the norm. These guns' prices are low; Bai Lang's remaining bills could buy three or four of them. He knew the power of black powder weapons.

Against him it could be said to be useless; against wild beasts perhaps slightly less defended than him it would probably also be of little use, and against steam trucks and the like even less so. To deal with those things, Bai Lang turned to another rack—the label underneath bore a string of zeros. The weapons up there were rather strange—they looked like guns, and the gunstock and barrel proved it.

This gun's barrel is especially thick, relative to its size—one meter long, and the caliber turns out to be fifteen centimeters. Along the barrel are many small metal tubes welded on, and near the stock there appears to be a rather complex mechanism, with lots of gears and pipes and such on the outside. 'A steam gun?' Bai Lang wondered if high-pressure steam could be used to fire ammunition; it seemed powerful...... but if an air gun is effective, its power is not inferior to black powder.

Such extraordinarily complex steam guns number only three, each looks different, but they share the trait of being outrageously expensive.

Bai Lang turned to another side, where a great variety of cold weapons hung, from daggers to sabers, everything one could want. Of course, the most expensive items at the top were still firearm-boosted swords or spears—Bai Lang's eye fell on the striking weapons below. 'There's no iron mace or iron whip, but there is a morning star and a scepter. Oh, and there's a cudgel—not bad, though it's too light.' Bai Shaobao, who favored heavy weapons, felt a bit regretful.

Then only a knife would do—'a thick-backed, broad-bodied war blade, let's see if there is one.' Even if this world's people had average physiques higher than normal, they wouldn't be like Bai Lang—so far he hasn't seen any martial arts masters of this world, hard to say. The other four, however, could talk at length about this situation, after all they're still being hunted.

In the whole Guangzhou city, many strange things have surged forth to hunt these four; some things simply cannot be resisted by force—for example, the incorporeal weird things Bai Lang has encountered before. Things Bai Lang hasn't seen also appeared; each of them, merely by being seen, can effectively drive a person mad, each is a blow to human sanity. Yet the threat level is still less than that of the steam giant; the four scoff at these things, their sanity utterly unimpaired.

But they are merely various shapeless weird trinkets; as long as they aren't seen, they can't harm these four. The steam giant, the intangible things, plus the fast-approaching external martial arts masters and the steam toilet—these are the foes hard to deal with. Now they have left the city, yet they are still being chased, gradually running toward the wilderness.

Bai Lang finally found a suitable weapon—a broad, thick longsword; since there were no other extra fittings, it wasn't expensive, and it came with a revolver. This pistol was purely his own collecting desire. Bai Lang's mood now is hard to call good or bad; on the bright side, he's pulled off that ghost head, possibly escaping the Adventure Hall; on the dark side, it's whether he can rely on Yu Yu to escape this world.

The distortion of this world may only grow worse—at least in the city and when he had just arrived at this stronghold, Bai Lang had not yet seen animals acting as people......