Although the conversation with Hei Fengrui was short, Qingyi was also keenly aware of some information.

The first point is that the Ocean of Bones failed to open.

The second point is that Hu Pai is a rich second generation.

The third point is that Black Sharp and his team are among the top ten in the ranking of undead forces.

In Qingyi's eyes, it was because of Essinger's obstruction that he could not get out of the sea of ​​bones. But according to what Black Fengrui said, it seemed that the undead players in Essinger could not leave Essinger. This

Is it because the system still doesn’t want the two camps of undead players and living players to collide? Indeed, if the undead players who are generally at level 1 are allowed to conflict with the living players who are all level 2 and level 40 upwards (this has not been taken into account

(The total number of people on both sides is 1:9), even a weak person understands who loses and who wins.

And Hu Paizudi is a rich second generation. He probably noticed it because Hei Fengrui was using money to throw money at talents. The reason why an unknown player can quickly gather a group of players is probably because he uses high treatment to attract them.

Qingyi just joined the forum and saw the benefits after joining the guild. He was so envious that he almost wanted to join. Can you imagine? The value of materials and game currency that a player can receive every month is equivalent to that of a white-collar worker.

Monthly salary! How can professional players not envy and hate this!

As for the ranking list, there are also large and small ones. The largest and most eye-catching one is the heavenly ranking list that players call the "Great God Ranking". Each server has a level ranking list. Based on the level, the top ten players belong to it.

The Celestial Ranking is half jokingly and half respectfully called "The Great God" by players. Each profession and each race also has its own ranking, and the Undead Ranking is the latest. As the name suggests, only Undead players are allowed to be on the list.

.Qingyi is currently level 22, ranked ninth on the ranking list, barely able to save a little face. And Black Sharp, level 25, is the first on the ranking list, and is extremely popular. And when Hu Pai draws his own cards, he is in Qingyi

On the top of Yi's head, ranked eighth, those four words seemed so annoying.

"Damn it... If I hadn't had a lot of experience, and if I hadn't solved a lot of things under my hands, I would have climbed to the first place! Humph, isn't it amazing? I can kill all of you in a duel.

!" When Qingyi saw this list, he felt a bit like sour grapes. But he was also very happy. After all, even when he was a living creature player, he never made it to any ranking list.

On the Heavenly Ranking List, this time I finally got my long-cherished wish.

Although he wished he could stay in the sea of ​​bones 24 hours a day, people are not made of steel, so they must rest anyway. Qingyi closed the computer and it was already 11 o'clock in the evening. He was a little hungry, so Qingyi had to go to the cabinet and look for some food.

There was nothing to eat. I finally found a half-pack of bread, but found that it was covered with terrible mold spots. I had to hold my nose and throw it into the trash can.

Ah, I have to go to the supermarket to do some shopping tomorrow.

Suddenly, the phone rang. After rubbing her fat belly, Qingyi reluctantly picked up the phone: "Hello, how are you?"

"Is school over?"

Qingyi's face suddenly darkened. It was his father.

"Not yet, there is another paper."

"Go home early."

"Um."

"Did you hear that?"

"I heard it."

"That's it." There was a click and the other party hung up the phone.

Qingyi put the receiver away, turned off the light, climbed into bed, and looked at the ceiling quietly. The light from the street lamp shone in through the uncurtained window, illuminating the ceiling with streaks of color.

But when you close your eyes, it's pitch black.

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It's ten o'clock the next morning.

Although he has a messy life, Qingyi is actually a very punctual person. He gets up at eight in the morning. However, the supermarket cannot open so early. He took the time to go to the west of the Bone Ocean to level up for a while, and he discovered a hidden secret for him.

But when I saw the time and it was time to go to the supermarket, I had to wait until I got back to explore again. After washing my face a little, changing into a set of clean clothes, Qingyi went out.

This is Cambridge in June, and the sun is just right.

Qingyi pedaled the second-hand bicycle and wandered slowly on the bicycle path, letting the shadows of leaves fall on his body.

Because of his desire for purity, Qingyi lives in an apartment far away from the city center. Even riding a bicycle to school takes half an hour. And Qingyi is used to purchasing a month's worth of food reserves at low prices, so he can only turn a blind eye to the small shops on the roadside.

, rushing to the Wal-Mart a few kilometers away.

"Hey, Zhang!"

Qingyi quickly braked and turned around, and it turned out to be Instructor Johnson. Instructor Johnson was wearing a white sportswear and was sweating profusely. It seemed that he had just been jogging. He was white and fat, and although he had a high reputation,

He was approachable and approachable. Qingyi also had a good impression of him and said hello: "Mr. Johnson, good morning!"

"Good morning!" He greeted the students energetically. Instructor Johnson picked up the towel hanging around his neck to wipe his sweat. Students all know that when there is no class, Instructor Johnson will go out for a run on the street to keep fit.

"It's rare to see you come out once, Zhang!"

"Really? But I attended all the school courses on time, and the homework you gave me was sent to your email as soon as possible." Qingyi said quickly.

Teacher Johnson made a funny face: "I didn't say you were late or absent from class... Dear Zhang, look at you, you can play Christ without makeup!"

Qingyi touched the beard on his face and smiled sheepishly. He hadn't been out for a week, and he hadn't thought about cutting his hair or beard at all.

"A good image can add points to you, and it's the key points. I've reminded you of this before, right?" Instructor Johnson patted Qingyi on the shoulder: "Okay, hurry up and find a store.

Let’s clean it up.”

After saying goodbye to Teacher Johnson, Qingyi shrugged, bought some random things, and went to the barber shop. When he sat down, he looked outside uneasily because there was food worth almost seventy dollars on the back seat of the bicycle.

. He has been to this barber shop several times. After all, it is the barber shop closest to the apartment.

"Hey, Zhang, can't you still trust us?" The barber Johnny is a somewhat effeminate black boy. He blinked his eyes (his eyelashes were too long) and said in a tone of voice: "You have to trust the security of Cambridge. This

Is it still a flat head?"

"No... well, let's get a haircut that will enhance my image." Qingyi sat down and picked up the newspaper to see if there was any scandal among the congressmen.

Johnny exclaimed as if he was struck by lightning: "Hey, look, this guy actually said he wanted a haircut that would give him extra points! Did I hear him wrong? God!"

Several barbers who were idle came closer and pointed with smiles. Johnny drove them all away simply. Johnny's eyes were shining, and he held a pair of scissors in each hand: "I've always wanted to give you a haircut that suits an Oriental."

My hair is done...hehe, even though it’s my first time trying it, there won’t be any big problems!”

Qingyi rolled his eyes and let him fiddle with it.

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Back in the apartment, Qingyi struggled to carry the big bag of food up the stairs. He usually lacked exercise and ate junk food, so how could he have any strength?

The girl downstairs dragged some random guy home, and black rap music was playing on the speakers, which made Qingyi's ears ring. But Qingyi couldn't walk fast now, so he spent twice as long in vain. Unspeakable suffering.

The door opened with a creak, and the music got louder, which made Qingyi frown. The girl who walked out of the door shouted to the room: "Hey, don't touch things! You all will share the wine money with me later!"

Minors can't drink, right? But what the hell. Qingyi glanced at the girl and couldn't guess her age, so he continued to climb the stairs at a snail's pace.

The girl noticed him and greeted him loudly: "Hi, who are you? Are you looking for someone?"

"I'm Zhang." Out of politeness, Qingyi turned around and said it in a very impatient tone. He felt that if he stayed there for a second longer, his spine would be broken by the damn food. No, maybe his eardrums would burst first. Not sure.

The girl pointed at Qingyi in surprise and shouted in a voice that was several decibels louder: "No way! Damn it, you are so handsome!"
Chapter completed!