Ye Ao bought a wooden hairpin at a price of fifty contribution coins. He took the hairpin and excitedly found Cheng Yi to ask about its origin.
"Wow, this thing has such a strong yin energy, where did you get it from?"
"Yin Qi? But it's a spiritual treasure?"
"Spiritual treasure?" Cheng Yi laughed and said, "This is a bullshit spiritual treasure. It's just an exquisite thing stained with Yin energy. The wood material is okay, and it's okay to play with it, but don't give it to mortals. If a mortal wears it, the Yin energy will be attached to it, which will have a great impact."
“…”
Ye Ao looked at the wooden hairpin in his hand unwillingly, sighed, and threw it off the cliff.
"...However, if it is placed in the sun for a month or so, the negative energy will dissipate."
Cheng Yi turned around and looked at Ye Ao, whose hands hung naturally at his sides.
Ye Ao took a deep breath, nodded, said goodbye and ran away.
I don’t know why, but my heart hurts so much.
But before he could take a step, Ye Ao was grabbed by Cheng Yi's shoulders.
"Come back and tell me the origin of this thing. Have you guys gone down the mountain?"
Having a good relationship with an NPC does not mean that you can ask the NPC for unlimited help and treat the NPC as a tool and run away after using it.
Similarly, NPCs will ask you questions or ask you for tasks.
Some have rewards, some don't.
For example, now, Cheng Yi wants to hear what happened.
Unable to share the video with Cheng Yi, Ye Ao could only describe what happened word by word.
Soon, the first rusty long sword that the monster dropped, a fairly good-looking one, was auctioned off for 500 contributions. The bidder took the sword, and before he could even appraise it, he simply waved it around, and it broke in two.
The players were instantly awakened and checked whether they had made an offer for the equipment.
The one who made the bid was anxiously hoping that someone who hadn't seen this scene would come and bid him more.
Those who didn't bid breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the other players with interest.
There was a player named Bu Suantian with a sad face, holding a dagger that he also bought for 500 contribution points, and he was at a loss.
The dagger is already in hand, and the result cannot be changed.
Bu Suantian, as if giving up on himself, stabbed the ground with his dagger.
Eh? Not broken?
I poked it twice, and it's still intact?
He realized the problem.
Then, he tentatively infused spiritual energy into it.
Instantly, the rusty dagger began to vibrate. Like impurities on a sieve, the rust began to break down and fall off, revealing the silver-white dagger blade.
Dew condensed on the dagger and slowly turned into a layer of frost, covering the blade.
“Ah! I won!! I won!!!”
Bu Suantian smiled happily, holding a dagger, and ran towards his friend.
"Fuck, there's a shill!!"
"It seems that taking pictures of these things is just a gamble on luck..."
"Five hundred contributions. I feel like I have some extra money to give it a try."
Only the player holding the broken knife was dejected.
After seeing Bu Suantian verify it with spiritual energy, he was unwilling to give up and injected spiritual energy into the broken knife.
Nothing happened.
The player who suffered a huge loss held the knife and seemed to be even more lost.
…………
midnight.
Xia Yiran woke up slowly.
It was pitch black all around, with no one around.
There was only a pungent smell of charcoal smoke in the air.
The temperature is not high.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!”
Xia Yiran screamed and logged off instantly.
Then he took off his helmet, sat up, stared at the quilt, and took several deep breaths.
After feeling the reality, Xia Yiran picked up her phone, opened the player group, and began typing frantically with aggrieved look.
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