Zhuang Yan knocked on the table and said, "You're selling a hangover pill for 5,000 yuan. Do you think that's appropriate?"

Zhuang Yan checked the luggage bag that came with the copy and found no wallet inside, so they didn't have a penny on them now.

"Of course it's suitable. If you can't afford the price, don't buy it. Our shop doesn't do forced buying and selling." The housekeeper stretched out his hand and was about to take the medicine box in his palm.

"Wait." Yue Ya called him.

The housekeeper laughed, turned over his hand, and signaled Yueya to give the money.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Leave the medicine for me first, and I'll pay for it later."

The housekeeper put away his hands, gathered his sleeves, and glanced at him: "We don't sell on credit in this shop."

Yue Ya curled her lips and said, "I definitely won't buy on credit."

Zhuang Yan touched Yue Ya's shoulder and asked him in a low voice: "Do you have an idea?"

"This is a game of rules," Yue Ya looked around and said in a very light voice, "Since there are rules in the dungeon that require us to use money to buy lives, there must be rules that allow us to earn money to buy lives."

Zhuang Yan nodded and began to observe his surroundings, trying to find out the hidden rules.

After a while, Yue Ya found a hidden wooden board on the windowsill, on which were written a few lines of dim red words:

Our shop purchases at high prices:

Lingchong wine: 40,000 per jar;

Zombie tooth: 20,000 each;

Brewing liquid: 10,000 per can;

Fresh eyeballs: 1,000 each.

(The acquisition list is refreshed after 24 hours)

When Yue Ya saw the high price, he thought of the Undead Mall. There were many shady shops in that mall, and there was a wig shop that bought hair at a high price. He made a lot of money in that shop, and the experience was really good.

So when he saw this acquisition list, he felt a sense of familiarity.

Zhuang Yan also saw it and whispered, "Spirit Insect Wine. The housekeeper used to call those big centipedes 'spiritual insects'."

"We have ready-made materials now. Let's make a can of spirit insect wine and exchange it for some hangover medicine." After Yue Ya finished speaking, he went straight back.

Zhuang Yan followed in his footsteps.

Back at the table, the injured were howling until their voices were hoarse, their clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and their faces were as white as a wall. The fat man's stomach had been cut open, and half of a pale finger was exposed in the wound, which was very scary.

Most people hid away because of fear, only Yunyu and two players who had just come downstairs were guarding here.

Yun Yu stepped forward: "Do you have any medicine?"

Zhuang Yan said: "Yes, there are, but they are expensive, 5,000 yuan per piece."

"This... we don't have a penny." Yun Yu saw that they looked relaxed and guessed, "You found a solution, right?"

Zhuang Yan pointed at Yue Ya: "Yue Yaer found it."

Everyone present looked at Yue Ya at the same time.

Yue Ya walked to the dining table and tapped on the table with his fingers. All the centipedes hiding in the chicken dish appeared. Before they could crawl out of the table, they were caught in the hunting net thrown by Yue Ya.

Yun Yu was a little curious: "What's the use of catching these centipedes?"

Yueya: "Soak in wine."

“……” Yun Yu thought he was joking.

Yue Ya carried a heavy net of centipedes and walked to the wine jar that contained his palm.

The outside of this wine jar is pitch black, and no one knows what it is made of. If you don’t look down from the mouth of the jar, you can’t see what’s inside.

But there is no need to study the jar now. Fortunately, Yue Ya stopped them in time. Fatty and the others did not drink up all the wine. Half of the jar is left. Now Yue Ya only needs to fill the jar with centipedes.

He opened a hole and let the centipede fall into the wine jar.

The two ghost hands in the jar suddenly stretched out of the jar and scratched Yueya's wrist viciously.

Yue Ya glanced at the mouth of the jar and said, "If you don't want it to break, just be quiet."

His voice was very light, but the two hands felt the murderous aura from him and retracted into the jar with a "whoosh".

After filling the jar, there were still quite a few centipedes left. Yue Ya tied up the hunting net and put it into the player's backpack. He sealed the jar with a stopper placed aside, and took the jar to find the housekeeper.

Putting the jar of wine on the counter, Yue Ya said, "You guys are collecting spirit insect wine, right?"

The housekeeper probably didn't expect Yueya to come back so soon, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face: "I collected it... your jar looks so familiar."

[Of course it looks familiar. It’s the jar of wine you gave them to cheer them up.]

[The anchor is very skilled in this business, he is a veteran]

[We are professionals in waste recycling, nothing special, just skilled hands]

[Although the inn’s first move was shady, it also left room for the players. If they reacted quickly, they could exchange the poison for the antidote. This could be considered a small closed loop.]

[Why do I feel like the inn is deliberately playing a trick on them, as if they want to use this incident to tell them that if you are not careful when entering this place, you may lose your head at any time]

The butler opened the jar to inspect the contents, and the smell of blood and wine instantly filled the entire space.

The butler recognized that this was the jar of wine he had given away, and his face turned pale. "This jar of wine has too many spirit insects and too little wine. The quality is not good. I can only give you 20,000."

Zhuang Yan was dumbfounded: "Why are you still trying to lower the price? Your price is clearly marked, 40,000 for a jar of wine, are you trying to cheat again?"

The housekeeper snorted coldly: "How can you say that businessmen are playing dirty?"

Yue Ya said, "Spirit insects are more valuable than the original liquor for brewing wine. I have more liquor ingredients in this jar, so I didn't raise the price to give you face. 40,000, not a cent less."

The housekeeper wanted to bargain, but Yue Ya narrowed his eyes and said, "You are too long-winded. I will go talk to the boss."

"40,000 is 40,000. There's no need to disturb my master...my boss over such a small matter." The butler held down the wine jar and said, "Do you still want this hangover medicine?"

[Hahahaha, I immediately slid to my knees]

[With your rank, you still want to cheat us Yuezai of our money?]

[The host is also very skilled at threatening NPCs hahaha]

Yue Ya curled her lips slightly: "I need seven pills."

The butler put away the wine jar, took out seven hangover pills and a banknote, pushed them in front of him, and waved his hand impatiently.

Yueya picked up the banknote, and as he expected, it was a ghost money, and the style of the paper was very similar to the ghost money pasted on their car windows. Thinking of those ghost money with a face value of 100,000 yuan, Yueya sighed in his heart.

Yue Ya put the money into the player's backpack and asked casually, "Mr. Butler, is your inn still in the human world?"

The housekeeper laughed sinisterly: "Sir, if you want to get information from me, you will have to pay a price."

Yue Ya didn't ask any more questions and took the medicine to save people.

The people lying on the ground were almost losing consciousness. The players fed them medicine one by one. After a while, these people began to wail again as if they were having a last breath of life. They covered their stomachs and vomited a pool of foul-smelling pus and blood. There were also some round things in it, which were covered by the pus and blood and could not be seen clearly.

"What are the beads in the blood?" Zhuang Yan poked with chopsticks. After seeing clearly, his stomach turned sour and he almost vomited: "Damn, they are all human eyeballs!"

"Eyeballs?" Yue Ya's mind made a sound: "Don't waste them, pick them up and exchange them for money."

The purchase list stated that fresh eyeballs were 1,000 yuan each, but I don’t know if these eyeballs are considered fresh.

Those eyeballs seemed to understand human speech. They all bounced up and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"They all ran away. It's my fault for reacting too slowly." Zhuang Yan was a little annoyed.

The fat man lying at Zhuang Yan's feet regained consciousness, holding his stomach and groaning: "Oh, thank God for his mercy, allowing me to save my life again..."

Zhuang Yan said: "Stop thanking God and thank Yueya instead. He saved you."

The fat man was still a little confused and didn't hear clearly what he said. He kept saying thank you to the "Crescent Moon God".

Zhuang Yan laughed when he heard this and looked up at Yue Ya: "Crescent Moon God, there's a hole in his stomach, can you mend it?"

Yue Ya took out a bottle of hemostatic medicine and some candies to replenish the blood bar and threw them to Zhuang Yan.

Yue Ya was injured several times in the last dungeon, and the audience in the live broadcast room rewarded him with a lot of medicine and charging props, which almost flooded his personal space. This time he learned his lesson and brought a lot into the dungeon - although he has the resurrection skill, using it consumes mental energy, so it is best not to use it unless it is necessary.

[Yuezi is so good! He brought the medicine that mom gave him!]

[Growing up, good!]

[Family, I gave tips to Zaizai in the last instance. After Yuezai started broadcasting, I started to have good fortune!]

[You can always trust the Pixiu's wealth buff~]

The injured people gradually regained consciousness and strength. They knew that it was Yue Ya who saved their lives, and they all thanked him.

When the passenger NPCs expressed their gratitude, Yue Ya saw favorability bars appearing above their heads, all showing a favorability level of +30.

This time, the NPC can actually be captured! Yueya saved them, so he gained some favorability.

Not only NPCs, but players also have a good impression of Yue Ya. He is a very popular type of player.

"I want to express my gratitude to you solemnly," the fat man bowed to Yue Ya and said with a wry smile, "I was so hungry that I made such a stupid mistake... To be honest, when I was a novice, I was also wary of the food in the dungeon... But then nothing happened every time... I slacked off."

The fat man's injury had not yet fully healed, so he asked to take a breath. Yue Ya was afraid that he would spit out blood while talking, so she raised her hand and said, "Rest, don't talk."

The fat man took his words as an imperial decree and immediately shut his mouth.

After they fell silent, the inn was dead silent.

Zhuang Yan was a little uncomfortable. He looked at the food scraps and centipede corpses on the ground and sighed, "Are we the ones who have to clean up this mess, or is the inn the one who has to clean it up? They won't ask us to pay for it, will they?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the debris and corpses on the ground suddenly disappeared, leaving only some slime left by the centipede on the floor.

The messy table became clean, with hot dishes and a jar of plum wine on it. Yue Ya checked it carefully and found that there were no evil spirits or bugs in the dishes, and no eyeballs or palms in the wine.

The housekeeper came over at some point and asked with a smile, "Why haven't the guests started eating yet? Is the food not to your taste?"

Zhuang Yan cursed, "Damn it, you're using that illusion trick again."

Just like encountering a ghost on the road, the copy once again erased all the strange traces, giving them a feeling that what they had just experienced was an illusion.

But this time, even the NPC tourists didn't buy it. After two consecutive "hallucinations", they were sure that this inn was not an ordinary place. Many people made up their minds to leave this damn place as soon as the sun rose.

The extreme feeling of hunger never went away. Yue Ya said, "Let's eat. The food on the table is fine. This may be the last free meal. Eat it and cherish it."

Yueya sat down first and picked up his chopsticks to eat. Although he was very hungry, he ate very elegantly.

As everyone looked at the pleasant scene, they gradually forgot about those unappetizing things and sat down to eat.

However, although they didn't say it, they still felt traumatized. They avoided all foods related to chicken, and no one dared to touch the new can of plum wine.

After dinner, Yueya received a system notification.

[The background of the "Yellow Spring Inn" dungeon is now announced. 】

[You and your friends signed up for a tour group to relax. During the trip, the tour group members accidentally learned that there was a very effective temple nearby, where you can get whatever you pray for. They decided to change their schedule and go to the temple. You had something you wanted to get, so without hesitation, you followed the tour group to a remote mountain area. A terrifying journey began...]

[Task: Earn enough money to buy your life within seven days.]

[According to the evaluation, your life is worth 1 million ghost coins (please note that it will be re-evaluated after 24 hours, and the final price will be determined on the third midnight of your stay at the inn). ]

It turns out that once you step through this door, you have to make money to buy your life.

There was a sentence in the background prompt that made Yue Ya concerned. The system said that he had something he really wanted in his heart. Was it referring to a "wish" in general, or specifically to something the writer left for him in the copy?

Yue Ya was thinking when she was suddenly bumped on the shoulder by Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan said with a bitter face: "My life is worth 500,000 yuan. Why am I so expensive? This is the first evaluation. It may be more expensive in three days. 500,000 yuan means ten jars of spirit insect wine and 25 zombie teeth... Where can I get so many zombies to extract my teeth!"

Yue Ya, whose net worth is currently estimated at 1 million: “…” Silence.

[As expected of my son, one move raises his own value hahaha]

[Son, show off! You may be the most valuable man in this room]

[Zhuang Yan, whose life value is 500,000: I am so expensive]

[Yue Ya with a life value of 1 million: I dare not speak]

[Will Zhuang Yan cry when he knows the truth? I really want to see him cry. Something is wrong with me]

[Everyone wake up, having a high net worth doesn’t seem to be a good thing at this time hahahaha (but I feel a little proud for some reason)]

[Wait... there are zombies in this instance???]

[You found the blind spot ahh ...