The succubus sent a black and white TV and repaired it.
An old TV, a bulky and heavy one, with only a dozen-inch screen. It was considered a strange object. After activation, dense snowflakes appeared on the screen, and there was no signal. It even detached from the entity.
It has become a virtual existence within the information network.
There is no remote control, there is a knob in the upper right corner of the TV to adjust the channel.
Because its description contains the word "time and space", Zhou Qingfeng attaches great importance to it. He himself came across time and space - gently twisting the channel knob, the TV screen flashed and a picture appeared.
This scene is very familiar. It is the street where Zhou Qingfeng crossed before. At that time, he shouted to the sky, "Let me cross", so he crossed. Now the scene is frozen at that moment, without any change.
The channel knob continued to turn. No matter how Zhou Qingfeng adjusted the antenna, the other gears were full of snowflakes. When the screen returned to the moment he left before traveling, there was an additional line of words on the screen - Do I need to return to the original time and space? One orange per day is charged.
crystal.
For every ten days beyond, the charge will be doubled.
Soul crystals, like information flow, are divided into ten levels based on mental intensity. The succubus obviously did not tell the truth when talking about the soul crystals, and a more detailed and accurate explanation appeared on the TV screen.
Gray, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black and white.
Gray level is the lowest and white is the highest.
The level of the soul crystal has nothing to do with good or evil, but with spiritual energy. From the energy level, gray is only 0.1. Red is 1, and the subsequent levels are four times the previous ones. The white energy level reaches 65535.
But in terms of value, high-level soul crystals are not four times that of lower-level soul crystals. According to the principle of 'rare things are more valuable', the price difference is ten times.
Zhou Qingfeng only had some gray soul crystals on hand, and together they were equivalent to one red crystal, which was still far away from orange crystals. In fact, soul crystals were not bad, but what made him think deeply was - what can he do if he returns to the original time and space?
Clicking on the virtual screen of the system, Zhou Qingfeng asked a question: "Does the soul exist in the time and space I originally belonged to?"
"Yes." The virtual screen gave an affirmative answer.
Ouch..., Zhou Qingfeng took a deep breath and asked again: "Can I collect soul crystals in the original time and space?"
"Yes." Another affirmative answer.
Zhou Qingfeng frowned, "Who was the last owner of this time-space wonder?"
"The soul of a traveler heading to the abyss has dissipated. He asked for a powerful golden finger before crossing. As a balance, the environment he went to was particularly harsh."
Zhou Qingfeng felt a chill.
Is it possible that there are preferential treatment for time travel without any conditions? If there are too many conditions required, the greater the difficulties we will face.
"Are there other time travelers in this world?"
"You're the only one right now."
"That means there were many before?"
"It's up to you to find out."
"Will Cyric return with me?"
"Except for yourself, all other intelligent beings will be separated from you. The information network is bound to you, but you will not be allowed to use it after you return."
After asking for a long time, Zhou Qingfeng still focused on the space-time TV. He probably knew what he wanted to do, but the difficulty was that he had no starting capital.
The little girl Sophia brought over a dozen more gray crystals and said, "Brother, these people are dead. You didn't send them to the abyss. Maybe they can be used to help you cross over."
But Zhou Qingfeng still shook his head, "No, I really can't be too selfish. I would rather let these gray crystals dissipate naturally than let the souls of those who trust me live in peace after death." He asked the system again: "Can I
Mortgage my own soul?”
The virtual screen replied: "Yes, your soul level is orange, which just meets the need to return for one day. If you cannot pay after one day, your soul will be taken away."
Sophia immediately refused and tried her best to stop her: "Brother, you can't take risks like this. If you have to mortgage, just mortgage my soul."
Zhou Qingfeng smiled bitterly and said: "Your soul level is not as good as mine."
Sophia rolled her eyes and immediately pointed to the dark red ball outside the information space, "How about asking Cyric? It must have it. It hasn't paid the rent for a long time."
Eh..., yes!
One sentence reminds the person in the dream that Zhou Qingfeng will forget this incident.
It's been a while since I asked Cyric for rent.
During this period of time, no one knew what the crazy god was up to, and Zhou Qingfeng never went to inspect it.
It’s better to choose a day than to hit it, let’s do it today.
With a thought in Uncle Zhou's mind, he entered Cyric's divine realm.
The 'Dark Sun' hangs high, with a white skull surrounded by purple light. Cyric is communicating with the believers. It has not gone crazy during this period. It tries its best to guide the believers, inspire enthusiasm, and gain faith. It is very diligent - after all, it is now
too weak.
As soon as Zhou Qingfeng came in, Cyric jumped up and yelled, "How can you enter my divine realm casually? It's so rude and you don't even say hello. I am a god after all."
"Stop talking nonsense, long time no see, I'm here to collect the rent."
"You want the Holy Communion again? Are you still short of that food and drink?"
"Who said we need to eat and drink? The rent has gone up. Give me a few soul crystals. If you don't have white ones, just give me a few black ones."
What's black and white? Cyric shouted angrily, "Boy, are you making a deal with that succubus? Do you know what Sombra means?"
"Isn't it the soul of a person with extremely strong spirit?"
"That's right. But Sombra is the soul of the highest-level priest in the church. Only the archbishop and even the pope have it."
"Um..., what level of soul is the evil priest who opposed me before?"
"The most powerful priests of powerful gods can only be green crystals. Bane has just been resurrected, and its priest strength is very poor. The soul level should only be orange. You want black crystals as soon as you ask. When I was in my heyday, few believers had black-level souls.
, don’t mention it now.”
Sirik's explanation made Zhou Qingfeng curl his lips. He asked unhappily: "I said Dark Sun, are you trying to say that you are very poor now and can't afford the rent?"
poverty?
I am the majestic God of Murder, the King of Lies, the Black Sun, the Supreme Being in the World, and the God of Gods. How dare you call me poor?
Cyric was so angry that his skull was about to explode, but after he was angry, he could only rest. Who made him like to mess around? He was so willful that he fell directly, the church collapsed, and the believers were separated. It is really poor now.
.
"There is no Sombra."
"Then Amethyst."
"I don't have any amethyst. I'll give you a red crystal at most."
"You are too stingy, red is the worst."
"Who said red is the worst, gray is the worst."
One person and one god quarreled for a long time, and in the end, Cyric was disgraced by the quarrel. He was so miserable that he could only give Zhou Qingfeng an orange crystal. This was the soul of an adventurer who died in the battle two days ago. In the "Dark Sun"
'The heat was gone before my hands could be covered with heat.
But with this orange crystal, Zhou Qingfeng finally didn't have to mortgage his soul. He happily left Cyric's divine domain and returned to the time and space TV.
A hole was made in the wooden case of the black and white TV, and the soul crystal was put in. The originally stagnant picture began to move. It was a deserted street late at night, illuminated by street lights, blown by the night wind, rustling with fallen leaves, and deserted.
The screen radiated light and enveloped Zhou Qingfeng. When the light disappeared again, he had left the virtual state of the information space and returned to the world before he traveled in a physical way.
Oh oh...
Zhou Qingfeng sighed in the dark night, raised his hand, and found that he was still fifteen years old and tall, and was wearing a tattered combat uniform that was worse than a beggar's.
This outfit looked good in another world, but now it looked tattered and dirty.
The coldness of the black forest faded away, and the warm air wrapped around his body. Looking at his shadow under the street lamp, Zhou Qingfeng whispered happily like an idiot: "I'm back, from the world of swords and magic."