Meng Xiang had a good sleep. The next day, when he returned to the main god space, Ding Jie and the other four were already sitting on the sofa, drinking red wine and chatting. When Nice saw the cheerful Meng Xiang, he smiled obscenely, touched his big belly and walked over to pat his shoulder and said, "How did you sleep last night? Did you exchange women privately? Exchanging women is very expensive, but exchanging porn movies and inflatable dolls is very cheap. Did you..." He put his hands on his waist and swung his belly back and forth.
"I only spent a few points to redeem some wine and meat last night. Later, I got drunk and slept until now." Meng Xiang pretended to be embarrassed and glanced at Ding Jie sideways. Ding Jie was just busy smoking his cigar card with an expressionless face and did not even look at him.
Zhang Jin leaned on the sofa and laughed obscenely: "You are really wasting your time. You can only enjoy it for 9 days. The next time you enter a horror movie, it may be the day you step into hell. I saw this, so I fought several rounds last night. If the captain hadn't called me, I would still be lying in bed."
"That's enough. Stop talking nonsense." Ding Jie crushed Xueka and said, almost lying on the sofa, "Newbie, you lost my Desert Eagle, which is a weapon worth 1,000 points, so you have to pay for it."
Meng Xiang had expected that Ding Jie would use this incident to find fault with him, so he pretended to be innocent and said, "My hand was cut off at that time, and even Xiao Zhi's Moye was lost, so I..." But Ding Jie didn't wait for him to say anything, and glared at him, "Just think about giving me 1,000 points."
Meng Xiang was stunned for a moment, looked at Yuan Zhi, and saw that Yuan Zhi, who was sitting upright, had a slightly worried look on her face, and blinked at him and nodded slightly. Meng Xiang pretended to be very helpless, thinking about giving Ding Jie 1000 points, and the reminder from the Lord God deducting 1000 points rang in his mind.
Ding Jie nodded with satisfaction, his expression returned to normal. He took a sip of red wine, looked at Xiao Zhi opposite him and said, "Xiao Zhi, you only have 2,000 points now. Instead of exchanging them randomly, why not add up the points and exchange them for a dragon crystal after you get through the next horror movie? This dragon crystal has full body defense function, so you can use your instant step speed without restraint. In addition, you must replenish some medical supplies."
Yuan Zhi nodded slightly but did not answer.
Meng Xiang finally realized that what Ding Jie called unified strengthening was to spend points according to his own wishes. He secretly worried about his remaining 1,000 points. If he let him use the points to exchange for medicine or food, he would definitely die in the next horror movie.
"Zhang Jin, what about you? After you exchanged three zombies yesterday, you should have 2,000 points left. How do you plan to use them?" Ding Jie spoke to Zhang Jin as if he was chatting with them, which was completely different from the commanding tone he used when speaking to Yuan Zhi and Meng Xiang.
Zhang Jin had been looking at Meng Xiang with a smile, and at this moment, the muscles on his face were twisted with laughter. Every time Meng Xiang met his gaze, he felt terrified, as if the person looking at him was not a human at all, but a demon or a ferocious beast.
"2000 points should be used as a backup. Last time I exchanged for the Dragon Capture Skill and the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Now I have enough martial arts to play with for a while." He also consulted with Ding Jie, but his words had already shown his intention. Ding Jie nodded expressionlessly and turned to Nice, saying, "Nice, exchange for some auxiliary supplies and save the remaining points. I hope you can strengthen your physique and exchange for werewolf bloodline."
Nice stretched out his right hand cheerfully, made an "OK" gesture, and laughed to himself, "Haha, with my body size, if I turn into a werewolf, I don't know if I will look like a wolf or a black bear." He made the iconic black bear move - raising both hands and making a "roaring" face.
Ding Jie fixed his eyes on Meng Xiang and said indifferently, "Newcomer, your name is Meng Xiang, right?"
Meng Xiang nodded slightly and forced an awkward smile, but in his heart he had already greeted Ding Jie's mother a hundred times.
Ding Jie rolled his eyes, showing a proud and arrogant face. "Book", three books appeared in front of him. He quickly flipped through the "Strengthen" book, and finally stopped at a certain page: "Since you survived the first horror movie, you are a member of my Nameless Team. You can ask Yuan Zhi about the rules of the Nameless Team later. It's just that you survived by luck. The Nameless Team doesn't need trash, so you must strengthen. You only have less than 1,000 points left..."
Meng Xiang felt relieved when he heard that Ding Jie allowed him to strengthen himself. At least he didn't have to waste his points on exchanging for supplies. As for which one Ding Jie asked him to strengthen, he didn't care.
"Spiritual physique, this is it, 1000 points, one C-level side story. This physique has great potential and is extremely destructive to spirits, very suitable for surviving in horror movies. Your current points are less than 1000, I will help you make up, you give me the remaining points first." Ding Jie did not ask for other people's opinions at all, and directly gave a death order. Meng Xiang knew that he could not resist, so he had to donate the remaining 996 points.
Ding Jie nodded with satisfaction. The black ball in the sky emitted a beam of white light that enveloped Meng Xiang. The white light not only shone on his skin, but also penetrated through his skin into his body. The pain was like burning fire, and Meng Xiang almost groaned in pain. Fortunately, the pain was fleeting. The white light disappeared. Meng Xiang, who was sweating profusely, wiped his forehead with his sleeve. Suddenly, he felt a lot more relaxed, and there seemed to be a heat in his body.
"Book!" Meng Xiang quickly opened the "Strengthening" book and checked his values under Physical Strengthening.
Strength 130, physique 130, agility 130, mental strength 105, nerve reaction 115, these are the various values of Meng Xiang's body after exchanging for spiritual power physique. It is 90 points higher than before.
Meng Xiang was very confused. Since exchanging physique can also improve the various values of physical strengthening, what is the point of adjusting the values separately in physical strengthening? It would be better to exchange physique every time, like the Saiyan physique plus vampire bloodline, which not only improves the values, but also adds a supernatural power. He secretly felt that things were not that simple, and looked at Ding Jie with a puzzled look.
But before he could say anything, Ding Jie had already revealed a sly smile: "Physiques are incompatible. If you exchange two physiques at the same time, the latter exchange will have no effect. There is no difference between high and low levels of spiritual physiques. When you have enough points in the future, go and exchange for skills."
This was bad news for Meng Xiang. He knew that he had finally been tricked by Ding Jie, and the cool werewolf look he had always dreamed of would never appear on him. The spiritual physique came from the manga "Yu Yu Hakusho". Although it also has certain potential, its power is definitely not as strong as the Saiyan physique. Moreover, the spiritual physique is just a body that the Lord God gave him that can accommodate spiritual energy. It is rated as C-level. Only with this physique can you exchange spiritual energy.
In other words, for Meng Xiang, who couldn't wait to improve his strength, his spiritual power and physique became a stumbling block. Fortunately, he concealed 6,000 points and a B-level side story, which was his only bargaining chip to survive the next horror movie.
Ding Jie distributed the points to the others, took out a cigarette from the cigarette box, took a deep puff, and exhaled the smoke with enjoyment: "I will save the points this time. My goal is the Divine Cloth, A-level, 20,000 points, and I must exchange it for the Eighth Sense - Alaya Consciousness, so that I can fully exert the power of the Divine Cloth."
Zhang Jin's eyes became wild. He stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth. He asked with interest, "Alaya Consciousness? Interesting name? A very powerful skill?"
Ding Jie shook his head: "It's just like the seventh sense, it just gives the microcosm room for improvement. What I care about is the sacred cloth." He seemed unwilling to discuss the topic of skill strength with Zhang Jin. He flicked the ash from his cigarette, stood up and stretched, saying: "The next horror movie, "The Ring", is a ghost type. I will help you exchange props such as ghost-curing talismans. Your next task is to familiarize yourself with the plot. I'm going on a trip today. If you have anything, come and discuss it with me tomorrow." After that, he turned into a white light and returned to his room.
Zhang Jin made a "vomiting" gesture, sat on the sofa, held his chin up, and looked at Meng Xiang with a smile.
"Then I'll go back to sleep. If you want to visit my room, you're most welcome. Bye." Nice waved his hand and flew back to his room.
Meng Xiang felt uneasy when Zhang Jin looked at him. This strong man was like a pervert. From the conversation just now, Meng Xiang was absolutely sure that Zhang Jin had hidden his strength, making Ding Jie helpless against him. However, the two of them did not point it out and treated each other with courtesy, keeping to themselves.
"Newcomer, you are so bold that you dare to hide your strength?" Zhang Jin squinted his eyes and said in a sinister voice, which frightened Meng Xiang so much that his heartbeat accelerated. However, he still pretended not to understand and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, what are you talking about? How can I have any strength?"
"Shut up." Zhang Jin raised his eyebrows, as if smiling, but not smiling. His words had an invisible deterrent power, which made Meng Xiang swallow the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
"Don't worry, the main god space and the independent space are absolutely isolated. There is no way to eavesdrop or spy. Tell the truth, what happened to you on the ground?"
Meng Xiang glanced at Yuan Zhi and saw that her face was pale, her hands were messing with the corners of her clothes, and she seemed to be fidgeting. He gritted his teeth and pretended to be innocent and said, "Brother Zhang, Xiao Zhi and I have been hiding in the cave. Later, an earthquake occurred and the cave collapsed. Then we returned to the main god space."
"Really?" Zhang Jin stood up slowly, put the fingers of his right hand to his mouth and licked them with his tongue. Suddenly, a murderous aura surged from his body. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Jin's fingers had stretched out in front of Meng Xiang's face. The fingers still covered with saliva were like sharp claws. He felt a greater sense of oppression than when facing the golden beetle. The strong sense of danger made him instinctively unlock his potential.
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