Chapter 730 The disaster of extinction, I really don't want it
I have to watch Bai Lin die once every day, but he dies in front of my eyes, but I can't even touch him. It's just once. At most, when I look back and think about it, I feel a little regretful.
But coming here every day made him feel like he was about to die.
Now, Qin Yang actually just wants to give it a try and wants a result.
Now when he saves people, he is very cautious. It is not like in the beginning, when he would never let anyone go as long as he had the opportunity.
But after touching Bai Lin, the result of the feedback made Qin Yang a little confused.
It's not as simple as usual. If you can, you have a response. If you can't, you have no response.
The feedback results are like having a seizure. After one result is fed back, it is immediately fed back again, and the feedback keeps coming.
It's like the repeater is stuck, and the screen is refreshed by frantically repeating one sentence.
Qin Yang raised his hand and rubbed his head, feeling a little headache from the shock of this series of information.
But fortunately, the desired result has been achieved.
In front of an ancient underworld employee, if you use this skill that cannot be explained clearly and will 100% be mistaken for other abilities, who knows what will happen.
The Bone Ferryman whom I met under the Underworld Demon Sect once said that it was best not to let the remaining big guys from the ancient underworld recognize that he had this ability.
Qin Yang told the truth, but others didn't believe him, insisting that his ability was the power of Fujun.
Since then, Qin Yang has given up on treatment and no longer bothers to explain that his skill is just a pickup skill that comes with the first-level trumpet.
But he still remembered what the withered bones said, but he didn't completely believe what the other person said.
A public official from the ancient underworld violated the iron laws of the ancient underworld and forcibly extended his life by borrowing from ghosts and ghosts. He was certainly not a pure-hearted character.
It is impossible to tell whether the other party's words are true or false, and whether they are exaggerated or not.
Blind faith and blind obedience is hanging one's head on the ankle of a person whom one has only met once.
After all, he has met several public officials from the ancient underworld. Except for the withered bones, the others are still sticking to their former responsibilities to this day.
Taking into account the time span they have persisted in, Qin Yang himself admitted that their professional ethics were slightly stronger than his own.
In this way, Qin Yang naturally believed in his own judgment more.
You can't believe all the words of the withered bones, but you can still refer to them as simple information.
Qin Yang never thought that people in the ancient underworld, knowing that he had an ability similar to the ability of the ruler, would bow to him and follow Qin Yang's lead.
There may be such people.
But someone might discover this and immediately tear off his head and kick it like a ball.
Since you are not sure at the bottom of your heart, it is better to be cautious. At least the skills cannot be used in front of others. This is the only thing that cannot be explained clearly.
Other things are all foreign objects. When necessary, if they can be used, there is no need to be too stringent.
With the current information, I sorted the things in my hand. The petals of the Anye Epiphyllum seemed to be the most dangerous. After all, it was said that only Mr. Fu could keep the Anye Epiphyllum from withering after being picked.
But this thing will bloom once every thousand years, and it will be at its peak every ten thousand years. It is of high value to the living, and it may also be of high value to the public officials of the ancient underworld.
When I didn't know anything at all, I paid a ferryman for a ferry ticket to Huangquan. The big man didn't say anything, just that he bought multiple tickets in one go, and he is still working conscientiously at his post on Huangquan.
To the point of not even bothering to say a single word to him, and treating him like nothing when they met.
So Qin Yang thought that this petal could only be regarded as a very valuable treasure. Maybe there are still many in stock, and many have been circulated.
Calculated this way, the risk of petals is probably the lowest.
Going one step further, he has all the Fengdu Ling in his hand. When necessary, he can take it out to avoid the suppression of the environment, and can use his full strength.
But if you take out this thing, you are suspected of pretending to be a public official. It is okay to take out the fragment of the ancient underworld last time to deceive the environment there and exploit the loopholes.
Once here, if you dare to use it to pretend to be a public official, you will most likely die miserably.
Fortunately, when he entered here before, he never thought of taking it out. He even forgot that there was something like this gathering dust in the corner of the storage ring.
The last one was the token that Dry Bones gave him back then. Qin Yang felt that this thing might be the thing with the most uncertain risks.
After all, why do you think that a group of big guys who have been working hard for who knows how many years will give face to a ferryman who violates the iron laws of the ancient underworld just because of a token?
When the time comes to take it out, the situation you may face may be similar to rolling dice. One side is alive and the other is dead. You must either give him face or kill him directly.
This token, which is similar to a quantum cat, is not a last resort, so it is better to treat it as if it does not exist.
He glanced at Bai Lin, who was lying on the corpse, with a little regret. Considering that the risk might be very high, and he didn't actually need the skill book very much now, even if the monster was lucky today.
Tomorrow, if Bai Lin doesn't come back to life immediately after the umbrella boss disappears, and there is a breath of time, then he will save him without hesitation.
Qin Yang took out the petals of the Dark Night Epiphyllum and showed it in the palm of his hand. After thinking for a moment, he said.
"One, I need to know how to get out of here; two, I need this."
Qin Yang showed the banknote here.
Then he glanced at the oil-paper umbrella held by the man in black robe.
"In addition to the faces that were taken away just now, and the soul that was taken away from this person in the past two days."
"How much is it worth? I believe that under the rules here, you will give me a suitable price and will not deceive me because I don't understand the price."
Even if he leaves this town, he still has to move on. He wants to find the Nether Spirit Tree. Now that he is here, he cannot give up halfway.
Who knows if we will encounter places like Town No. 2 and City No. 3 later.
There must be information.
Moreover, Bai Lin said that he knew, so here he must be telling the truth. Since he can know it, it means that this information is not too secret.
As long as the price of the information is enough, it will definitely be much cheaper than the price of letting the umbrella boss send him away.
A piece of information alone is definitely not worth the petals of a dark night epiphyllum.
He didn't know what to exchange for it, so it would be easiest to exchange it for the ancient underworld currency banknotes that can buy resources and have strange powers.
I don’t know the specific value, but it doesn’t matter. Under the witness of this world, let the man in black robe with the umbrella decide it himself.
In ancient times, the rules of the underworld were so strict that the employees themselves did not have to obey them.
After hearing Qin Yang's words, the man in black robe holding the umbrella stood still, motionless. Qin Yang could feel that his eyes were staring at the petals in his hand.
After a few breaths, the man in black robe holding the umbrella sent some messages, which included a way to leave here.
Then, a little bit of black light flew out of his oil-paper umbrella, turning into a black ball in his palm, with ferocious faces constantly emerging on the surface.
As the bell on the oil-paper umbrella rang gently, the ferocious faces that appeared on the surface of the black oil ball disappeared.
He handed the black oil ball to Qin Yang, and then a few souls fell into the oil paper umbrella again.
A plump old woman, a six-tailed white fox, a lobster with large claws, a sea urchin full of spikes, and a chubby-faced baby who looked to be seven or eight years old at most.
Then with a wave of his hand, there was a wooden box over a foot long next to him, with stacks of banknotes neatly stacked inside, most of which were hundreds of taels.
The man in black robe holding the umbrella handed the entire wooden box to Qin Yang.
Qin Yang looked at the densely packed silver bills in the wooden box, and his eyelids twitched. This petal was much more valuable than he expected. He stretched out his hand and handed the petal to the man in black robe holding the umbrella.
The man in black robe holding the umbrella stretched out his hand and took the petals handed over by Qin Yang.
"If you think it's okay, then let's trade."
The next moment, there was a loud thunder.
This time, nothing appeared in the reflected town above, but above the town below, a copper dragon pillar appeared out of thin air.
The power of suppression suddenly appeared, as if the power of the entire world had gathered here and forcibly suppressed the entire town.
The man in black robe holding the umbrella stood motionless. The oil-paper umbrella he held in his hand flew up automatically, and the copper dragon pillar fell suddenly, hitting the man in black robe on the head.
With a bang, the Panlong copper pillar fell down and hit the ground heavily.
The man in black robe holding the umbrella who was hit on the head was instantly reduced to a black robe and was pressed under the copper pillar.
The black robe and oil-paper umbrella slowly disappeared, and the petals fell to the ground.
Qin Yang was stunned. Four words instantly appeared in his mind: disaster.
Looking at the Panlong Bronze Pillar in front of him, Qin Yang was trembling even as he spoke.
"Brother...brother, you really don't blame me for this. I told you to set the price. You can give me whatever you think it's worth."
How could he have imagined that it would be such a result?
He just wanted a fair deal. Even if the man in black robe just told him how to leave, that would be acceptable. Foreign objects were just foreign objects, and he was the most important thing.
Unexpectedly, this boss was obviously not high enough to deceive himself. He actually felt in his heart that giving away all his property was not enough.
Looking at the Panlong Bronze Pillar slowly disappearing in front of him, Qin Yang recovered from his suppressed state.
Obviously, his previous guess was correct. Public officials in the ancient underworld should abide by the rules. The cost of violating the rules was far more serious than that of others.
Everyone else was just hit by the Panlong Stone Pillar in the town of reflection, and their real body just suffered the effect directly. This boss was better off, and was directly hit by the obviously much stronger Panlong Bronze Pillar in the town below. The scene
Performed an instant disappearing technique.
Qin Yang held a ball of black oil in his hand, looked at the dull and empty faces of the souls beside him, and then glanced at the petals on the ground. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.
To take or not to take?
How to get it!
He really didn't want to do this.
I don’t want to get a bunch of benefits, I don’t even want that much!
Doesn’t it mean that he has been tricked now?
Qin Yang looked up at the sky, looking at the mist in the sky without blinking. He couldn't see the reflected town above his head, and nothing happened.
After a long time, Qin Yang took a deep breath.
Almost scared to death.
If he was really found guilty of cheating and abduction, he would really have died unjustly.
The damn rules of this place are really confusing.
Holding the seemingly unchanged black oil in his hand, Qin Yang put away the sluggish souls, and then put away the box of banknotes. As for the petals of the dark night epiphyllum on the ground, Qin Yang struggled for a long time.
After thinking about it over and over again, I still pretended not to see it.
He felt that he had handed over the petals to the man in black robes holding the umbrella, the transaction had been completed, and this thing no longer belonged to him.
Furthermore, he felt that the man in black robe holding the umbrella would not die so easily.
The black robe and the oil-paper umbrella disappeared out of thin air, maybe he will appear again.
It's not worth it to risk your life just for a petal.
Qin Yang packed up the things he had traded, glanced at Bai Lin, who was still looking like a dead dog on the ground, and reached out to touch it. Sure enough, the skill didn't respond this time.
This bitch must be able to control his own life and death.
I returned to the restaurant and started counting how many banknotes were in the box.
After a rough scan, I couldn't figure out the exact number. A pile of one hundred taels worth of denominations was worth ten thousand taels. Several thousand piles of small denominations had already been found in the seemingly small box. Scroll down and you'll see those with small denominations.
There were even more, including a few silver notes worth tens of thousands of taels, and the box was not dug out no matter how deep it was.
Obviously, the box itself is also a treasure that expands the space but cannot be felt at all, just like the box in the Underworld Ferryman.
There are at least several hundred million taels worth of banknotes in it.
There were so many that Qin Yang didn't bother to count them. Anyway, this kind of money could only be spent on the territory of the ancient underworld.
While counting, Qin Yang heard some movement outside and stuck his head out the window to take a look. Bai Lin had already sat up, and his physical body was recovering rapidly.
In just a dozen breaths, he stood up and moved his body. When he saw Qin Yang peering out of the window, he pretended not to see it.
Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a petal on the ground.
He sniffed, with a strange look in his eyes, and reached out to pick up the petals.
When Qin Yang saw this scene, he immediately stretched his neck and looked towards the sky.
Bai Lin leaned down and glanced at Qin Yang with his head tilted. When he saw Qin Yang looking at the sky, he immediately felt something was wrong, but it was already too late. He had already picked up the petal.
The mist in the sky disappeared.
Bai Lin's face turned pale, he glared at Qin Yang and shouted angrily.
"Qin Yang, do you still want to show off your face? You are playing such a dirty trick!"
"Be careful. Do you think I can deceive you in this place without getting hurt? That thing is not mine." Qin Yang replied happily, watching the reflection of the town emerging in the sky.
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Bai Lin had just woken up and half of his body had not yet fully grown. The other half of his body disappeared with a pop.
The petals fell again and landed on the street.
Bai Lin fell on the street, looking a little dazed, confused and confused.
Qin Yang was right. Such low-level deception tactics would not work here. If the judgment was to be triggered, Qin Yang would be the first to fall for it.
If this thing doesn't belong to Qin Yang, then who does it belong to?
Why is this happening?
Qin Yang smiled happily. Fortunately, he felt something was wrong before. After all, he was fine with the black oil in his hand, and it was fine with the few souls and a box of banknotes.
He can't take all the benefits. If that's the case, he'll really be deceiving the man in black robe holding the umbrella.
At that time, there is a high probability that they will be annihilated.
He is not a puppet master, and he has never been afraid of confrontation, even if it is unavoidable and he has to suffer damage, it doesn't matter.
He is not a freak monster like Bai Lin. It doesn't matter if his body is smashed. He is seduced. As soon as the man in black robe with the umbrella disappears, he will immediately jump to life.
He thought that his body might not be able to withstand this kind of real injury that had to withstand all injuries. Even if he could avoid the vital points and not die, he would still suffer heavy injuries.
Qin Yang put away all the things and stuffed the puppet master and the evil beast into Haiyan.
When the sky brightened and the restaurant opened, Bai Lin, who had not fully recovered, floated in, continued to pretend not to see Qin Yang, and found a corner to shut himself up.
Qin Yang grinned, took out five wads of silver notes, and slapped them in front of the restaurant owner.
"I'll keep all the guest rooms for as long as we have enough. Is there any problem?"
When he saw the five wads of banknotes, the shopkeeper, who had always been expressionless and stood behind the counter like a statue, immediately shouted and took away the banknotes in an instant with one hand at a speed that ordinary people could not see.
"Okay, no problem, no problem at all."
Qin Yang raised his head and took a look, but felt nothing. Well, he could see that as long as it was made of real money and silver, there would be nothing wrong with it.
After thinking about it, Qin Yang added another sentence.
"If anyone comes here in the future, they will all be my friends. Let them stay. As for the one in the corner, he is not my friend."
Without even looking at Bai Lin, Qin Yang went directly to the room, closed the door, and had a good rest.
A day passed, and at night, after the restaurant closed, Bai Lin drank from the northwest again on the street.
The cold wind and drizzle appeared again, and Qin Yang breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief. He was really afraid that the man in black robe holding the umbrella was completely dead. There was no grievance between us, and Qin Yang didn't want to harm anyone. With such a big boss,
Of course it would be better if we can retain some friendship.
After Bai Lin laid down his body as usual, Qin Yang walked away.
This time, the man in black robe holding the umbrella gave Qin Yang a different feeling. For some reason, he seemed to be stronger than the one yesterday.
"Are you still the same person as yesterday?"
The man in black robe holding the umbrella nodded, and this time he took out another box, which was all filled with 10,000 taels of banknotes.
"Is this enough?"
The man in black robe holding the umbrella shook his head.
Qin Yang thought about it and realized that he really didn't mean to embarrass others.
"How about this? You come here every day to collect one of this guy's souls, and you keep them all for me. Do you think that's enough?"
The man in black robe holding the umbrella shook his head again.
Qin Yang was in a dilemma. This boss was too honest. He really wanted to end the deal quickly and leave the town.
"How about this? If you don't have the rest, just owe it first. If I need your help in the future, if you help me, it will be regarded as covering the remaining balance. Is that okay?"
This time the man in black robe holding the umbrella finally nodded. He took out a piece of yellow paper, stretched out his skinny palm, printed a palm mark on it, and handed the yellow paper to Qin Yang.
Qin Yang collected the banknotes and yellow paper and pointed to the end of the town.
"Can I go?"
The man in black robe holding the umbrella nodded, stretched out his hand, and the petals on the ground were collected into his palm.
Back at the restaurant, Qin Yang hid in his room and stayed in seclusion for more than a month. He said goodbye to the man in black robe holding the umbrella and walked towards the end of the town.
This time, the road that would lead back immediately after going out seemed to have returned to normal. Qin Yang walked out easily. Looking back, the town was getting farther and farther away, slowly disappearing into the mist.
In fact, it is really easy to leave here.
Outsiders who come in on their own initiative without violating the rules or triggering judgments can leave directly as long as they stay for seven days without having to do anything.
But as long as the judgment is triggered once, it will become forty-nine days, and if it is triggered again, it will be three hundred and forty-three days, and so on, and it will continue to rise.
That guy Bai Lin has triggered it at least five times. He will be trapped for at least nearly fifty years. In this process, he cannot make a mistake. If he makes one more time, it will be three hundred and fifty years.
After the time scale is lengthened, it is almost impossible to achieve anything without any falsehood. For cunning creatures, this is a desperate situation from which they can never escape.
Originally, I wanted to test it out to see if his sea eyes could take advantage of it. After all, the puppet master had been through it once.
Later, I thought about it and forgot about it. The idea itself would trigger the judgment, and he was not short of more than a month.