As long as you have the courage, fierce ghosts go on maternity leave. Chapter 123: Brother, just say the word, how much do you nee

"Warning: In this instance, all chosen ones will have their true identities disguised due to the influence of unknown forces. Your current identity is a motorbike enthusiast from Ghost Street. If your identity is exposed, you will be devoured by evil spirits!"

"Warning: In this instance, the mysterious master of the instance is hiding among the motorbike enthusiasts from various blocks, waiting for the opportunity to find prey. Don’t get targeted!"

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This ti, do I need to disguise my identity? And the participants in the instance are not only the chosen ones, but also the evil spirits from various blocks.

As Alexander pondered the voice prompts in his ear, he quickly scanned his surroundings.

At this mont, Alexander was in a small square. The square was not small and surrounded by mountains. Wide circular mountain roads could be seen on the mountains.

There were peculiar-looking evil spirits around, numbering at least several hundreds. These spirits had very unusual appearances, compared to the Electric ghost or Head-holding ghost, they were already quite handso.

For example, the player next to Alexander was a Husky walking upright!

There was also one in front of him that was even more amazing. To Alexander, it looked like a washing machine that had run out of his house.

"Kid, what are you looking at? Do you want to die? Do you want to roll in my stomach?" Sensing that Alexander was looking at him, the washing machine ghost in front of him turned around abruptly. A fierce human figure erged halfway from the washing machine’s drum, staring fiercely at Alexander.

The washing machine’s front door burst open. Its drum was full of sharp teeth, and a drain pipe and water inlet pipe were waving around like arms, as if it wanted to stuff Alexander inside.

Good grief! Is this a washing machine? More like a shredder!

"Kid, try staring at again!" The washing machine ghost cackled, waving its two pipes, looking very pleased.

Alexander also smiled, calmly, taking out items from his storage.

After the supermarket scour, Alexander had quite a few good items.

A soldier-level large iron hamr, a fierce-level axe, fierce-level iron pliers, a specter-level screwdriver, an iron wrench, an electric saw...

"What... what do you an?" The washing machine ghost was dumbfounded. What kind of ghost is this?

It clearly only has specter-level strength like itself, yet it has even soldier-level ghost objects. That’s too exaggerated!

"No big deal!" Alexander still had a smile on his face.

He took out the items one by one, then picked up the soldier-level large iron hamr and showed a kind smile to the washing machine ghost:

"Just that my washing machine at ho is broken, I plan to fix it!"

"Fix... fix it?" The washing machine was dumbfounded. If Alexander had dared to talk to it like this before, it would have rushed to stuff Alexander into its belly and tear him to pieces.

There are many ghosts like it in the ghost district, which have rged with objects. Its ghost body itself is like a ghost object, so its overall strength is stronger than the average evil spirit. At the sa ti, the washing machine ghost was close to being promoted to a higher level recently, so it had the confidence to deal with Alexander.

But who would have thought that this specter-level guy in front of him even has soldier-level ghost objects!

The washing machine ghost imdiately chickened out.

"Bro, don’t be impulsive! This is not a place where you can ss around!"

Just then, a hand reached out from behind to hold Alexander back.

This voice was strangely familiar.

Alexander wasn’t really trying to fight the washing machine ghost, he was just trying to scare it. He took back the ghost objects scattered on the ground and turned to look back.

Seeing that familiar face and the very cool four ghost hands, Alexander was surprised:

"JUWEL?"

He had a deep impression of this person.

When he was at the clinic, Alexander was astounded to see many organs being installed at once. This experience not only shocked him, but also opened up a new way for him to make money.

"Dr. Charles!"

JUWEL was clearly stunned, apparently not expecting to et Alexander here. He was also taken aback for a mont, then exclaid in surprise:

"Dr. Charles, I didn’t expect to et you here!"

"Yeah... I didn’t expect it either!" Alexander responded sowhat awkwardly. Seeing that the liver JUWEL asked Alexander to customize was nowhere to be seen, he couldn’t help but ask:

"JUWEL, where is the liver inside you?"

Could it be that its ti was up?

Impossible! It’s only been a few days since Alexander left the clinic.

At least seven days of energy have to be injected into an organ replicator to replicate an organ. Even the first custor who used the organ replicator still has a few hours of shelf life left.

JUWEL is no exception. He spent twenty thousand ghost coins at once, making him a VIP custor.

So when Alexander was replicating organs for him, he took special care of him. His organs should last longer, and should last at least a few days.

Moreover, those two arms are still in perfect condition!

"Dr. Charles, JUWEL is my pen na. My real na is Nicholas. You can call Nicholas!"

Nicholas continued:

"Dr. Charles, you wouldn’t know! Although the external liver worked well, its quality was a bit poor and not durable. It only lasted two days and then disappeared!"

"All gone? How burnt out are you?"

Alexander was startled.

"It’s nothing! I just worked really hard!" JUWEL said as if it were a matter of course:

"With my four hands, I use four computers at the sa ti and write an average of ten thousands words! Besides, I, JUWEL, am a ghost. I don’t need to eat, drink or go to the bathroom. I can write twenty Chapters a day if I speed up a little!

The problem is that these organs are not durable, otherwise, I could be even faster!"

At this point, JUWEL looked at Alexander with passionate eyes:

"Dr. Charles, I am currently planning to write my fifth novel. The title is ’I’m 90 years old and the system tells it’s ti to create a harem’. It tells the motivational story of a 90-year-old man who is about to die still wanting to create a harem. Can you help again and add one more hand for ? I feel that four hands are already a bit overwheld!"

You really push yourself!

This outstanding character is truly a dedicated writer. Even if he died from overwork and ca to this thrilling world, he is still so dedicated!

Despite his mockery, Alexander imdiately rejected JUWEL’s idea without a second thought:

"Nicholas! It’s not that I don’t want to help, but honestly... no matter whether it’s the organs or limbs I installed for you, they were all provided by the clinic! They broke down so quickly, it must be because they used substandard products. That’s why I chose to leave!"

Alexander said this to prepare Nicholas for the worst. He was worried that Nicholas’s extra two arms would disappear in a few days.

Alexander said so much, but it all ant one thing: the organs were provided by the clinic. If there are any problems, go to the clinic. It has nothing to do with .

However, Alexander underestimated a dedicated writer’s determination. JUWEL seed to understand the deeper aning in Alexander’s words and responded as if he had an epiphany:

"Lack of organs, right? That’s easy to solve!"

Saying this, JUWEL walked straight to the husky ghost standing next to Alexander and patted him on the shoulder:

"Bro! Can I borrow your liver and limbs?"

"You motherf..." The husky ghost turned around to curse, but what he saw was a thick stack of ghost coins in JUWEL’s hand.

"Woof! Friend, what are you doing? Just want a dog’s liver and limbs? We’re man’s best friend, what’s the big deal about giving so liver! Brother, just say the word, how much do you need?"