Chapter 9: Soul... Out of Body

"Two glasses of 'Lancer's Tears.'" Half-Star Witch waved at the bartender quite briskly.

Soon, the young bartender brought up two glasses of water-blue martini cocktails called "Lancer's Tears."

For a large portion of supernatural beings who were not very strong, even if their bodies had been strengthened by the supernatural sequence,

alcohol, if consumed in sufficient quantities, could still cause them to become drunk, have slowed neural responses, or even black out.

But for Gune, blood was the core within the core—not only the circulation of bodily energy supply but also the core of blood curse energy.

Under the constant cultivation and operation of the blood pool, which had already reached level six,

alcohol was easily broken down and absorbed.

"What do you want to ask?" Half-Star Witch picked up the Lancer's Tears and asked.

After taking a light sip, Gune spoke softly: "How do I find Old Sam?"

"There's a small door with a black cloth curtain behind you, guarded by two supernatural beings. You'll see it after you turn this corner past the hall."

"Once you get there, just say you're looking for Old Sam to buy something, and that's it."

"But many people come to buy things at night, so there might be a queue. No rush for now."

"I heard that they have almost everything here, covering all categories..."

Before Gune could finish, Half-Star Witch seemed to guess the question he wanted to ask.

"Don't worry about that. Old Sam naturally has ways to figure everything out."

"You just need to say what you want to buy. Although the prices aren't cheap, you should know that Old Sam always gives you what you pay for."

"Many things that hardly exist outside are also available at Old Sam's."

Half-Star Witch was clearly confident in Old Sam, obviously not the first time she had encountered such a question.

"One last question: Does Old Sam buy things here?" Gune asked.

"He doesn't sell on Saturdays and Sundays, only buys. If you want to sell something, you'd better wait two days."

After hearing Half-Star Witch's answer, Gune had already formed a rough judgment about Old Sam.

"Anything else?" Half-Star Witch waited for a long time without hearing Gune ask anything, then asked softly.

"Your answers are decent. This gold pound is yours." As he spoke, Gune flicked his finger lightly, and the gold pound flew out.

Half-Star Witch caught the gold pound deftly, joyfully tucking it into her personal money pouch.

After gazing at Half-Star Witch for a moment, he spoke softly.

"Also, I'll give you an extra piece of useful information: Have you been having some very terrifying nightmares lately?"

As soon as Gune finished speaking, Half-Star Witch was startled. She looked up blankly, at a loss, staring at Gune.

She had indeed been having nightmares recently, waking up at two or three in the morning and then staying awake until dawn.

This had been going on for over a month.

Fortunately, as a supernatural being, her body was strong enough that she only needed a short rest each day to recover her energy.

No one knew this secret of hers, but she hadn't expected this man to see through it.

During the conversation, Gune could see that some of the supernatural traits on this Half-Star Witch showed signs of slight dissipation, with a微量 of supernatural traits leaking away.

This Half-Star Witch's supernatural sequence was heading toward失控.

And for a witch of the Shadow Sequence, heading toward失控 began with nightmares.

It was fortunate that Gune possessed the powerful vision to see supernatural traits.

No one else could have seen the abnormality on this Half-Star Witch.

"How... do you... know?" Half-Star Witch looked around and then asked in a low voice.

Gune did not answer but asked directly.

"Have you learned the 'Source Power Breathing Method'?"

"My inheritance includes the method for breathing shadow source power." Half-Star Witch nodded lightly.

"Ensure two to three hours of shadow source power breathing practice every day. It should improve in half a month."

"And continuing to practice the shadow source power breathing method will make your physical body stronger and healthier."

"Otherwise... you won't survive this winter, and your death will be long and painful."

Under Half-Star Witch's astonished gaze, Gune had already turned and left.

Passing the corner of the hall,

sure enough, Gune saw the black cloth curtain that Half-Star Witch had mentioned, and also saw two supernatural beings sitting on either side.

"In the ruins city of Sugg, the number of supernatural beings is very small."

"But here, almost everyone is a supernatural."

"Big places and small places are just different."

Gune pondered as he walked over.

"Here to trade with Old Sam." Gune said as he approached.

The two looked Gune up and down, then pulled aside the curtain.

"Go on in, Old Sam is at the end of the passage."

Gune walked in.

As the black curtain fell behind him, the passage became dim and silent.

Ahead in the passage was a half-open wooden door.

A faint light came from within the wooden door.

Approaching the door, Gune noticed that the light came from a bronze kerosene lamp.

Strangely, there was no smell of kerosene burning in the room.

Gune looked at the kerosene lamp again, and after a moment's gaze, he understood somewhat.

"Is a magical item just placed directly on the table as a lighting tool?"

Then Gune pushed the door and entered.

Inside the small wooden room, not very spacious.

A wooden table, two chairs.

On the table lay a slightly yellowed parchment.

To the right of the parchment were an ink bottle and a quill.

An old man in a black cloak, his body completely wrapped in the cloak, wearing a gray wide-brimmed hat, sat on the opposite chair.

Subtly, Gune activated his source vision.

The moment source vision activated, Gune's heart trembled slightly.

Then, Gune slowly raised his head, and when this scene fully came into view, a look of shock emerged deep in Gune's eyes.

"Soul... out of body!"

A massive soul body, nearly reaching the three-meter-high ceiling, blossomed from Old Sam's body, then gathered above his body into the form of Old Sam sitting there.

Moreover, this soul body was not as ethereal as the soul forms of spirit creatures.

Old Sam's soul form was very solid.

"This Old Sam is actually a domain caster!"

"No, Old Sam's supernatural profession may not be a casting type."

"But the soul not only leaves the body but is also so substantial that it directly condenses into his own form and face—it's unheard of."

Suddenly, Old Sam's soul body opened its eyes, its gaze directly fixed on Gune.

Gune vaguely felt a slight sting in his soul.

"Can the soul be this powerful?" Gune thought to himself.

"Young man, time is life."

The soul body of Old Sam spoke leisurely.

"If I were you, I would sit on this chair and start our transaction, rather than standing there wasting life."

As he walked toward the chair, Gune's soul thought speed bloomed to the extreme.

Old Sam's form reminded Gune of a very peculiar and rare supernatural sequence: "Soul Trader."

With each transaction, a Soul Trader gains some magical power to strengthen their soul.

Their existence is for fair and just transactions.

And if they preside over an unjust transaction, not only do they fail to gain rewards, but they also suffer a certain backlash.

"Old Sam is indeed powerful, but everything he does seems to maintain a fair trading environment."

"And Senior Old Tree also said that Old Sam's trades have always had a good reputation."

"The information from the Half-Star Witch also indicated that many people come to trade."

"It seems that's the case."

"That's even better; at least there won't be too much cheating."

"I probably didn't come to the wrong place this time."

As he pondered, Gune had already sat on the chair opposite Old Sam.

"Young guest, what would you like to trade?" Old Sam said softly.