Due to the vast scope of the edge cemetery, but considering the mismatch between labor costs and benefits, and the fact that there are too many people grabbing this piece of cake, in order to avoid bloody conflicts, a short-term agreement was drawn up between the major forces.
So some forces invented a contracting system, each dividing a cemetery to prevent infringement from each other, charging admission fees to every gold digger who came to try their luck, and nominally protecting the safety of these people.
Just like the fishing grounds, all the basic souls found can be returned on the spot, eliminating the need for soul dealers to earn the difference, which is also one of the benefits.
The deep realm is fundamentally established by spirit and belief, and is divided based on broad morality.
It is roughly in the shape of a ring. The outside of the ring is called primordial chaos after the outbreak of chaos. There are many planes distributed on the ring deep inward.
The centermost place is called the Sea of Memories.
The deep world is different from the material world. The material world is the projection of the spiritual world or the destination of the spirit. The material does not have an ultimate purpose, but the spirit does.
There is a recognized ultimate goal in the deep world.
All dead souls long to find their own essence.
But these have nothing to do with electric power and big shocks. They just want to make a fortune and make a fortune.
"The ticket is five hundred yuan, right."
"No time limit."
Big Shock knows that his level of 1.4 is really powerful, but only a little bit, and the waves that are too big still can’t be lifted. Let’s pay a protection fee to these gate types, and I will pay it.
A row of strict fences that look up to the end and are as majestic as dividing the world, blocking the way to the cemetery. Through the gaps in the fence, one can see the desolate and decadent scene inside.
The sky, subtly influenced by chaos, was dusk-colored. After passing through the dry sand dunes formed by the souls of the past, there were countless miserable ghosts who died due to chaos, but most of them were scraps, waste products below 0.1.
The powerful thug who contracted the place nodded and confirmed that the number of shares they handed over was correct, but did not let them in immediately.
"Hey."
"I also have some auxiliary equipment here."
"Telescopes, goggles, and some labor-saving shovels."
"But this is in addition to the five hundred yuan package."
"I'll only charge you three hundred."
The thug winked at Da Zhan. Looking at the head hanging on Da Zhan's waist, he should be pretty good about it.
"Yeah?"
"I might have to go further inside."
"You might not find me."
It shocked me and I understood immediately that these gate types were just talking casually about protecting the people in the field to scare away some garbage with a strength of around 1.1 or 1.2. As for a master like me, he must be someone who understands and has an open mind.
"certainly."
"I will also communicate with my colleagues."
"However, if you are lucky enough to see the victim's legacy, it will be six to four points, you six, you understand, this is the rule."
Since there were so many people queuing up behind them, this gold rush was really sweeping the deep world, and the thugs used private chat channels to communicate the shock.
I was shocked after hearing this, but it makes sense. In the deep world, the average per capita is low, especially in his level. With the little salary he works for the company, what are you doing with a few hundred yuan? He still has to do some hydrogen.
Terrible work.
There is no language difference in the deep world, and you can freely switch between private chat, group chat, and team chat during spiritual communication.
There were not many staff at the entrance to the cemetery, and a long line of people lined up behind them started yelling and yelling.
"I'm quarreling with your mother."
I was shocked and cursed a few times. I am a per capita negotiator in the deep world. He paid a murder deposit of 300 yuan. It doesn’t matter. I will pay it. Hey, I will go in and play for a while. It’s just for fun. I will kill you when you are done with your work.
The electric power man didn't say much. He also paid a murder deposit and took away the completely useless garbage auxiliary equipment.
Afterwards, the two entered the edge cemetery from the Tongtian Fence. There was definitely nothing to fish in the outermost area. Since it attracts dead souls, the basic concept is lacking and there is a certain degree of danger. However, it is not a big problem for people with an index of more than 1. Be careful.
Just fine.
"In case you find a soul above 2."
"How do you want to spend it?"
Electric power has already dreamed of getting rich suddenly. First, take ten pills, and then find ten workers.
"I heard that there is a top gourmet in French City. According to Wandering Street newspaper, he was rated as a chef beyond 3."
"The delicacies cooked by him are so fragrant..."
"climax."
As Electric Power said, Wandering Soul Street is the most well-informed place in the surrounding large planes, and it is also in the largest city in the surrounding planes, Falan City.
“Let’s not talk about the food yet.”
"First tell me how you got mentally ill."
I was so shocked that I was speechless. That must be how fucking fragrant it is. It’s so bluffing. All newspapers like to brag about this kind of awesomeness. The gardener who surpasses 3, the driver who surpasses 3, the street girl who surpasses 3, everything is surpassed.
3. Becoming an immortal belongs to yes.
In short, the conclusion is that newspaper editors are idiots beyond 3, who use their stupidity to prove their truth and make arbitrary decisions for eternity.
It's not just the name that's random.
The appearance of Big Shock and Electric Power is also more casual. Although they are both humanoid under the discipline of the deep world, Electric Power is an Argonian with a thick green body and tail with a lizard head.
The big shock is that like a mummy, his whole body is wrapped in white cloth strips, but he has his own unique aesthetic style. He uses strips of cloth to pretend to be a waterfall of long hair, and then uses strips of cloth to pretend to be a martial arts master's skirt. At first glance, he actually has it.
It has a bit of an elite flavor.
The two of them continued to go deeper, and finally came to the core area of the cemetery. Under their feet was a thick black liquid substance, which was the soul of some creatures with simple structures. Because the amount was so large, it even formed a sea of dead souls, and the view ahead was endless.
.
The goal of the two of them is to dive into the sea of souls like divers, and then start digging for corpses. The rest is just a matter of luck.
Only souls that find 1 or more can get their money back.
For now.
The two of them put in a lot of effort.
"My luck..."
"Above you."
Say it.
I was so shocked that I suddenly plunged into this black ocean.
People in the Deep Realm have an extremely poor concept of time. Due to the lack of reference objects, the difference is ridiculous in different regions, and even the passage of time is different. There is no upper limit to the speed of light here, and thoughts are countless times faster than light.
The clocks produced in the Tower of Aion are all counted using a unified template. One scale is almost equal to three days on earth.
After eleven days have passed.
Da Shi stood up from the sea, looking completely desperate.
"Hold!"
"Found nothing!"
I was so shocked that I swore that I would never be a dog gambler again, and that I would go home and farm the land honestly. Who would be the serious person to dig up corpses?
Just then.
Electric power passed through the intercom, telling him of the discovery.
He found a corpse mound, and there was a high probability that there would be good goods. He asked Da Shock to come over and help. Hurry, there was a crowd of people there, and good goods were about to appear.
After a big shock, he immediately jumped horizontally repeatedly, copying the guy, and he was about to send it.
