In the end, the Death God Guild invited Hui Mengyu to join with a price of 20 million points per person.
This price is clearly the charging standard of Ronghua Public Works disclosed by many players on the forum before, but compared with 50 million per person, it seems so affordable, it is simply a bargain.
It is also very simple to collect props. Teacher Zhang is well-known in the forum. If you procrastinate, he will immediately double the price.
In an absolute seller's market, for the sake of your own life, you have to pay whatever he says.
Everyone offered their prices very quickly, fearing that he would think it was too slow and try to raise the price by talking.
People in the Death Guild are queuing up to hand in items and receive fish, and individual players over there can also see it.
Some of them came to inquire, and were shocked when they heard the number “20 million”, but after being shocked, they felt that “it should be this way”.
The price set by Zhang Daoan is basically affordable for any player who can clear the fifth level dungeon. It won't empty the family's pockets, but it will definitely be a huge loss.
This was discussed on the forum at the time, and now the players are also aware of the price. There was a team of players who handed in the items without saying a word.
Only the players of the Death God Guild gathered together and whispered.
Zhang Daoan obviously treats ordinary players equally. Give you 20 million and I will lend you the fish.
This sudden death god will ask for a whopping price of 50 million...
"How on earth did that kid Yang Chi offend him?"
The players of the Death God Guild were puzzled.
Hui Mengyu was working diligently over there, and here, the table in front of Zhang Daoan was covered with a layer of light props, which looked even more spectacular than the last time on the [Digital Cruise].
Nie Shuangshuang couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "Brother Zhang's speed of amassing wealth is faster than robbery!"
Qiao Mai agreed: "What's the big deal about robbery? The speed at which the system produces items cannot match the speed at which he robs, right?"
From the discovery to the utilization of this fish, it was basically all thanks to Zhang Daoan. He didn't even look at it and directly pushed all the props in front of him to Fang Cheng.
Jie Fangcheng was stunned for a moment.
The table full of props they have here is very eye-catching. All the players in the hall, whether they have paid points or not, are paying attention to what is going on here.
This kind of thing has happened before, but Jie Fangcheng was so open-minded at that time!
Now he touched his nose, looking a little uncomfortable.
"You take it, you take it."
Nie Shuangshuang was stunned watching from the side.
Not long after she and Jie Fangcheng met, this big brother showed his generosity. He used her props very skillfully. He could hit a Little Genius watch worth more than one million yuan at will and throw away a cape worth hundreds of thousands of yuan at will. He was just like a money-eating beast with two feet.
Although the prop in front of him is not worth one million, but several hundred million... But Jie Fangcheng is obviously the kind of person who doesn't care much about money.
Would he still feel uncomfortable because of this
Nie Shuangshuang couldn't help but complain: "Why are you being so polite to Brother Zhang?"
After saying this, Nie Shuangshuang felt that Zhang Daoan looked at her kindly, and then said: "It doesn't matter who takes it."
Jie Fangcheng touched his nose again and did not refuse.
He looked around but didn't find any props that could increase acceleration.
"Not what I need."
Only then did Zhang Daoan put away all the props.
"Then I'll come back and sell some to you so you can buy the acceleration props."
There are quite a few props in Zhang Daoan's backpack, but they are busy publishing new books every day and there is really no time to buy props.
When he said this, Xie Fangcheng felt awkward again.
The two of them easily decided the destination of hundreds of millions of props. Not to mention ordinary players, Yu Yizhou, the president of the Death God Guild, ranked third on the player points list. He was not generous enough to give away hundreds of millions of props so casually.
What is the relationship between these two people
Being able to rank third in the standings, Yu Yizhou is a smart person. His gaze shifted from Zhang Daoan to Jie Fangcheng, and then back again.
At this moment, the guild member who was deep in thought beside him suddenly said, "I figured it out! That one is called 'Saint Seiya', look at his sword, how vivid! That one is called 'Claude', look at his glasses..."
Yu Yizhou was speechless: "You think 50 million is easy to get, right?"
"What's the meaning??"
"Stupid! How do you think Yang Chi offended people? 'Wuqing Sword' and 'Qianji Jin', do they rhyme? Do they look like a pair?" Yu Yizhou pointed secretly, "They are this!"
"Is this true?" Everyone was surprised.
From Jie Fangcheng's perspective, he could only see them gathered together with their heads together. He had no idea what they had discovered, and from time to time he would utter a few words like "Oh my god, that's impossible".
However, the players of the Death God Guild have always been different from ordinary players, so not many people care about what they are surprised about.
After all the props were collected, the little silver fish "whoosh" went back into Zhang Daoan's body. It didn't seem like he was forced, but like it was his innate skill.
Among so many players present, there were still a few who were completely unmoved. Even though the players actually felt in their hearts that "those were just NPCs", it was just like watching a TV series where the audience would cry or laugh for the characters in the TV series. The rules set by the so-called "Gods" were too inhumane, and as long as they still had a conscience, it was difficult to ignore them numbly.
Those who are truly neglected...are indeed not worth saving anymore.
"But now that we have recovered, will we continue to collect divine power tomorrow? If not, how will the Son of God be found?"
But continuing to collect divine power, given their current situation, it is impossible for everyone to believe in God.
Without faith, can we still gather divine power? How can we find the Son of God
"No hurry, let's look for clues."
Zhang Daoan just said this.
After he said that, everyone could only continue doing what they were supposed to do.
But this illusory "clue" is really hard to find. At night, every household in Qiming City locks their doors and windows. The whole city is like a dead zone, and not a single sound can be heard.
This is also the rule set by God.
The residents of Qiming City should have a healthy body, a healthy schedule, and should go to bed early and get up early.
The whole city became quiet at night because of this "rule".
Walking through such a quiet city at this time, some people couldn't help but sigh: "These residents are so well domesticated!"
How can I avoid waking up at night when God says I shouldn’t
Hearing this sigh, Wei Yuan simply said: "Players are about the same."
The residents of Qiming City abide by the rules of "God", and the players abide by the rules of the game.
That "god" is an evil god, and is the person who created the infinite game a good person
As soon as he said this, the surroundings became quiet again.
Indeed, so many of the rules in Qiming City that they thought were inhumane actually seemed particularly reasonable when used in the dungeon to restrict players.
They feel that the residents of Qiming City have been tamed, and aren't they, the players who dare not touch the rules of death, also tamed by the game
The sky is full of twinkling stars, the quiet city is filled with moonlight, and the breeze is blowing. Just looking at the surrounding environment, the picture is very beautiful.
The crowd walked through the city, but because they often helped the residents during the day, they were already very familiar with the scenery in the city.
As they walked, they arrived near the temple.
Under the cover of night, the majestic temple looked somewhat eerie against the backdrop of the surrounding grass as there were no candlelight inside because there were no servants to maintain it.
Everyone pushed open the door of the temple.
Squeak—
White moonlight poured in from the open door and shone on the ground, making it look like it was covered with a layer of frost.
The quiet temple was dark and the surroundings seemed a little cold.
When the players saw this scene, they who had experienced so many dungeons did not find it scary. They just thought at a glance: the atmosphere in this place is so scary, there must be some clues.
People filed in, and started looking for different places around in groups of two or three.
Zhang Daoan and Jie Fangcheng were in a group. After entering the temple, Zhang Daoan looked around. His eyes seemed to pause at a certain place, but quickly moved away.
Jie Fangcheng was really curious about what he was thinking now, but he was also concerned about what he had said before, "The copy might be under Ji Chaoyang's surveillance," so he held back and didn't ask.
"Let's go to the statue and have a look."
Zhang Daoan said.
When the two men arrived at the statue, Zhang Daoan squatted down, fumbled under the feet of the statue, and quickly opened the mechanism under the feet of the statue.
Residents would cut their fingers and let blood drip.
It is known that the dead servants of the gods will be resurrected after drinking the blood of the residents...
Inside the mechanism, a cup filled with half a cup of bright red blood appeared in front of the two.
Zhang Daoan took out the cup and took a close look.
He was stunned for a moment, then handed the cup to Fang Cheng.
"What's wrong?" Jie Fangcheng asked as he raised the cup and smelled it, then he was also stunned.
No smell of blood.
It was clearly the blood released by the city residents during their prayers, but the blood in the cup had a light floral scent and no bloody smell.
wrong.
Zhang Daoan once helped a woman who was a victim of domestic violence. When blood was flowing from that woman's head, Zhang Daoan smelled it. It was the smell of blood.
Is there something wrong with the cup
Zhang Daoan took out another cup from somewhere, poured the blood in the original cup into his own cup, and then made a stroke with his finger.
His own blood dripped into the cup, and when he smelled it, it gave off a faint bloody smell.
Looking at the cup, Jie Fangcheng thought about what he had heard before, about the conversation between the gods' servants in the temple the night before they died.
They said they wanted to replace the city's residents because they were not very devout when praying in the temple.
At that time, a divine servant said that the chief divine servant - the "Dream-Returning Fish" who leaned over Wei Yuan, would be able to change the residents of the city once he leaned over completely.
Why? How can the hatched "divine favors" directly replace a group of residents? What's the matter with this blood
Why did the "Dream Returning Fish" that drank the blood come back to life
Zhang Daoan just lowered his eyes and looked at the cup in his hand. He seemed to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. Then he took out a handkerchief, patiently wiped the cup clean, and put the cup back.
The blood-stained handkerchief was, perhaps inadvertently, placed under the statue along with the cup.
Jie Fangcheng saw it from the side but pretended not to see it.
Just as the two men restored the feet of the statue to their original state, a surprised "Oh my God" was heard.
"Oh my god! What's that thing behind? Are they farming?"
(End of this chapter)