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Chapter 382 The Walking Dead(1/2)

Qin Yan's face was full of bitterness and helplessness, and a decadent attitude actually arose.

This is completely different from his temperament in Bailong County before.

Han Feng couldn't help but wonder, could this kid not withstand the blow, and was bullied a few times, and then he would feel like he was retreating.

After a brief question, Han Feng learned about it.

The reason why Qin Yan is so decadent is entirely because of three words.

"Merit Point".

Han Feng couldn't help but wonder.

"Is the merit point very important? Don't we junior disciples give out ten merit points every month?"

Qin Yan said with a wry smile.

"Oh, let's do it, you'll know if you go out with me."

Han Feng was suspicious and followed Qin Yan out of the dormitory.

Immediately, the two of them wandered around the front mountain.

Unlike the disciple who reported to the newspaper where he led the Korean style and visited the academy like a quick glance.

Qin Yan took Han Feng directly to Yunde Hall, which specializes in "Merit Point Exchange", and looked at the Academy's merit point exchange directory.

Han Feng was stunned after just one look.

Because in the redemption directory, the cheapest pills also start with fifty points of merit.

Spiritual weapons, talismans, formations, etc. are almost none of them lower than this number.

More importantly, these items can only be exchanged with merit points.

If you follow the merit points distribution standards of junior disciples, Han Feng wants to exchange for a low-level pill, even if he doesn't spend a merit point in his usual period, he will have to accumulate for about half a year.

Han Feng thought this was outrageous enough, but Qin Yan told him.

Not only does it cost to exchange things to consume merit points, every junior disciple also has to pay two "accommodation fees" of merit points every month.

There are also the academy's disciples' clothing, which is worth two merit points, and will also be deducted from the token.

In addition, even if you want to eat the monster meat that is beneficial to the spiritual warrior's practice, you have to consume some merit to buy it.

Han Feng was stunned when he heard this. Unexpectedly, even food, clothing, housing and transportation would consume more merit in Tiannan College.

And Qin Yan said again.

"These are just the most basic consumption. Tiannan Academy has many special venues that are beneficial to cultivation and can improve the speed of cultivation.

If you want to enter it, you need to consume a lot of merit points.

Sometimes, the tutors of Houshan College will come to Qianshan to teach. If junior and intermediate disciples want to listen to the class, they will have to consume more merit to listen to the class."

Han Feng was stunned for a while when he heard this, he finally couldn't help but speak.

"Damn, is that dark!?"

Listening to Qin Yan's introduction, Han Feng felt that these ten merit points were simply not enough to even plug the gap between the teeth.

After resonating with Han Feng, Qin Yan couldn't help but tell his bitter experience in the academy.

Although he had only been in Tiannan Academy for more than ten days, he spent all his merit points ten days ago.

Nowadays, we can only rely on free food from the college to support our lives.

He doesn't even think about any other consumption.

After hearing this, Han Feng couldn't help but wonder.

"Then why don't you ask Miss Qin for help? She is an intermediate disciple and a mentor, so she should be very wealthy."

Qin Yan shook his head with great determination.

"Hmph, a man is a real man, of course he has to be self-reliant and self-reliant. How can he ask for it..."

Qin Yan originally wanted to say a few tough words, but after seeing Han Feng's contemptuous look, he finally told the truth.

"I asked someone to inquire about Feng Qing. I heard that she went out to perform her mission and has not returned to the academy yet."

Han Feng nodded and asked again.

"Then is there no way to earn more merit in the academy?"

Qin Yan nodded and said.

"Yes, students can take on tasks in the "Shenglin Hall" and complete tasks can receive merit points rewards.

You can also go to the Servant House and be a temporary Servant disciple to earn some merit points."

Han Feng couldn't help but wonder.

"Then why don't you take on the mission?"

Qin Yan said with a bitter face.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that those tasks are too difficult, and with my strength, it's simply difficult to complete.

If you cannot complete the task within the time limit, not only will you not be able to receive the reward, but you will also have to pay for the merit points. How dare I take it?"

"Then you can go to the Servant House to be a Servant."

Qin Yan was tough.

"How can a man be a traitor, be humble and beg for others to be in charge.

Besides, if you don’t talk about the hard work of the mail disciples, you will earn too little merit, and I don’t want to go!”

Han Feng nodded and said when he heard this.

"It seems that you are so poor, there is no reason."

At this moment, Han Feng also roughly understood the characteristics of the merit points.

In terms of value, in Yunde Hall, it doesn’t seem too precious to be able to exchange for five spirit stones with a merit point.

However, Tiannan Academy cannot use spirit stones to purchase merit points, and everything can only be consumed with merit points.

Therefore, the merit point almost replaces the function of money and is the basis for the practice and life of the academy disciples.

At Tiannan Academy, if you don’t have any merit points, you can’t make it at all.

For junior disciples, there are only ten merit points per month, which is not enough to pay normally.

If you can't find a way to get more merit, you will probably be like Qin Yan and become a miserable "Moonlight Clan".

Han Feng shook his head and said.

"Hey... forget it, don't think so much, let's go to have a meal first."

Although Qin Yan was so hungry that he was rumbled, he couldn't help but shivered when he heard the word "eat".

In the end, he took Han Feng to Qianshan Canteen with him.

It is quite similar to the university canteen in Han Feng's previous life. The college canteen is divided into two floors.

The lower floor is a free dining area, while the upper floor needs to be purchased at points of merit.

With a penniless pauper and not having much "surplus food" by himself, Han Feng naturally chose to have a "free lunch".

However, Han Feng was stunned on the spot just by looking at the middle of the canteen, where the pile of "white flour steamed buns" like a mountain.

I looked around and found that apart from these steamed buns, there was nothing left on the first floor of the canteen.

At this moment, there were a group of young men and women wearing junior disciple costumes surrounding the pile of steamed buns, and each of them had a complicated expression on their faces.

A thin young man who looked very hungry and hesitated for a moment, suddenly grabbed a steamed bun and bit it hard.

After eating a few bites, his face turned pale.

"vomit……!"

The young man suddenly disgusted, but he resolutely continued to swallow the steamed buns, swallowing the vomiting feeling again.

In addition to young people, there are many men and women around, which are generally the same as this person's condition.

They all make sounds like a group of "Walking Dead!"

"Well……"

I heard the sounds of vomiting and swallowing one after another.

Han Feng couldn't help but frown and felt a little nauseous.

He looked at Qin Yan beside him and said.

"What the hell is going on with them?"

But Qin Yan's face turned pale at this moment. Looking at the pile of "Mantou Mountain", he actually showed an expression that was exactly the same as the young man before, and said in a mute voice.

"How do you feel like eating this thing every day for more than ten days, three meals a day?

Do you want to vomit? It doesn’t exist because you are very hungry…!”
To be continued...
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