[Ding——Has left the B-level copy: Lanxi Ghost School,
Main quest: Explore Lanxi Ghost School (100%)
Mission Reward: 1000 points
Dungeon performance: 5000 points (S level)
Ding - It is detected that the player has a transaction with other players, and additional points are obtained: 3600 points.
Total player balance points: 9600, points store is open.
Ding——It is detected that the player is carrying a special item in the copy. Do you want to check the item properties? 】
Yu Qirong felt that his feet had just landed on the ground, and before he had time to take a look at the surrounding environment, a dark blue panel unfolded in front of him.
Although he didn't know what the points were for, when he saw those numbers, especially that most of them were obtained from transfer students, Yu Qirong felt an inexplicable joy in his heart, like a profiteer who had gotten an advantage.
But, props?
Yu Qirong chose to check it out without hesitation.
【Name: Ghost School Notebook
Introduction: Have you heard of the Death Note? Think of the person, write down the name and then cross it out, and you can kill someone without anyone noticing... It's not that useful, you can only write ghosts, and if you write the wrong name you will be killed. 】
"..." Yu Qirong was silent for a moment, ignoring the malicious words in the introduction. The next second, he hurriedly took out his beloved notebook from the system space - the one he originally intended to use to write love letters.
He stared in disbelief, and his scallion-white fingers trembled as he touched the sheepskin cover of the notebook. A familiar introduction suddenly appeared on it:
[Name: Ghost School...]
Yu Qirong had a blank expression on his face and quickly stuffed it back into the system space.
This was the love letter paper he had finally found! How could it just be turned into a death tool?
Why! Have you asked him, the notebook owner, for his opinion?
The joy of gaining a large amount of points that she had no idea what to do with was washed away, and the white-haired beauty pouted depressedly, with the corners of her eyes drooping, like a child who had lost her favorite toy.
He turned around and wanted to walk away, but then he remembered that he was no longer in Lanxi High School. He no longer had to wander between those buildings. He was free.
Yu Qirong's eyelids trembled slightly, and he looked over tentatively. What came into his sight were no longer a few gloomy teaching buildings, but several brightly colored high-rise buildings with some glass shells on them that he had only seen in textbooks. The sunlight was reflected into his eyes, and he involuntarily wanted to reach out to block it.
So this is what the outside world looks like. It does look more beautiful and prosperous than the school. No wonder all the transfer students want to go back.
"Hello, my name is Xiangyang."
Yu Qirong's eyelashes flickered, and he turned around to find that someone seemed to be talking to him. The person was a young man with golden hair. He looked as sunny as his name suggested. He stopped his hand in front of Yu Qirong, with a bright face. In Yu Qirong's eyes, his appearance was considered above average, but...
This man is blocking the road.
Yu Qirong quickly analyzed in his mind that this man named "Xiang Yang" might have bad intentions. The road was so wide, but he just wanted to come and stop him.
He turned his head away dejectedly; this new world was indeed not as easy as he had imagined.
Yu Qirong's face turned cold instantly. He raised his hand to open Xiangyang's hand that was resting in front of him. He bumped his shoulder hard against Xiangyang's shoulder and brushed past him. The white hair on his back fluttered up and down with the pace of his walk, like a few white butterflies.
Xiangyang stood there in a daze, not understanding how he had offended this good-looking player.
Originally, even if the person participating in the game was in danger of death, he did not want to miss this beautiful encounter, so he did not want to give up, but followed closely.
Yu Qirong heard the footsteps behind him and secretly guessed that this man named Xiang Yang did not intend to have a good end. However, this was a new world after all, and it was not easy to find out each other's strength.
He walked quickly for a while, then stopped at a corner of the street, hesitated for a moment, and turned into a shop.
This is a ready-made clothing store. Business is not very hot, and because the owner often closes the store to do work, there are hardly any customers.
But the advantage is the wide view, without high buildings blocking the view, so you can see the situation on the other side. The owner sits at the door every day, looking at the scenery on the other side of the street.
The moment Yu Qirong's face appeared in front of him, he was almost stunned, not because of anything else, but because this face really looked like the proud creation of God and the perfect design of Nuwa.
The shopkeeper swallowed his saliva and asked stutteringly: "You, you want to buy clothes?"
Xiangyang's figure flashed by outside, and Yu Qirong slightly turned sideways, using the shop owner's body to shield himself.
Because he was being followed, Yu Qirong was very annoyed at this moment. His face was delicate and cold. He pursed his lips and thought for a moment before nodding slightly.
"Well, then, take a look." The shop owner was tongue-tied. He took a closer look at the customer's clothes and found that he was still in school uniform. He scratched his head and tried to find something to say: "You are still a student. Are you an adult? This Lord God really believes that all people are equal. He even brings in students who have never experienced anything to work for him."
Yu Qirong looked down at his familiar outfit, and the blood and dust on his clothes had disappeared.
Although he had some spare clothes, there was only one style, and he was a little tired of wearing them. Besides, he left the dungeon in a hurry and didn't bring any other spare clothes.
It seemed that he had entered a clothing store, and something was guiding him, telling him that it was time to change clothes.
He glanced at the rows of clothes, stroking the material that was much better than his own low-quality school uniform, while listening carefully to what the owner said, and only squeezed out a "hmm" from his throat to show his agreement.
The four transfer students said before that they were chosen to carry out the mission and could only go back after completing the mission, which is similar to what this person said.
But he is different. He is a high-risk NPC who escaped from the copy. There is no such thing as being selected or not.
They are different after all.
The shop owner thought he was quiet and recommended a few clothes to him: "If you are a student, I think this style is more suitable for you, take a look."
The clothes were waved in front of Yu Qirong, and then the owner took them and compared them to his own body to show Yu Qirong the effect.
Shopkeeper: "I can make clothes. Just take a look at the style you like and I'll make alterations for you."
Yu Qirong's eyes seemed to be fixed on the dress, swaying left and right along with the shopkeeper's hand, never moving away for a moment.
The shop owner knew at a glance that Yu Qirong was very satisfied with the dress. He shook the dress again and asked tentatively, "Is this it?"
Yu Qirong licked her lips, her wine-red eyes filled with joy and satisfaction, but her face was still cold, and she nodded in a reserved manner.
Seeing that Yu Qirong was young, the shop owner guessed that he was a cool teenager who was still in his second year of high school. He couldn't help but tighten his lips and hold back a smile, "I sell it very cheaply, the clothes are only 300, plus 500 for labor, so the total is 800."
Yu Qirong became visibly embarrassed, not because of anything else, but because at this moment he remembered that buying things costs money.
He had seen the Mirror Ghost do this before, and it seemed that he had to put a few silver, hard, round objects in front of the boss, but the problem was that he didn't have those things on him now.
He bit his lower lip subconsciously, his red eyes darting around as he surveyed the layout of the store, secretly wondering if he would scare the boss if he released the Mirror Ghost here.
When the shop owner saw Yu Qirong's performance, he vaguely guessed that he might not be able to pay.
That's right, generally veteran players choose to save points to enter higher-level cities, or use them to upgrade themselves, only new players will spend points on these things. And new players will inevitably perform poorly in their first dungeon. It's not easy to complete the task with the main group, not to mention the performance points.
The shop owner sighed and was about to let go when Xiang Yang's voice interrupted: "I'll pay."
Yu Qirong turned around immediately when he heard the familiar voice. Xiangyang was sweating profusely from looking for someone, but he wiped the sweat off his forehead without caring and said cheerfully, "I'll pay for him."
The white-haired beauty frowned and tilted her head with a look of vigilance and confusion.
The person who would pay for him doesn't seem like a bad person.
Yu Qirong's eyes were fixed on Xiangyang's sweaty hands. When Xiangyang wanted to extend his hand to introduce himself again, he once again avoided it without leaving a trace.
Xiangyang, who was rejected twice, did not get angry. Instead, he lowered his eyes and looked at his hand. He took it back self-awarely and rubbed it repeatedly on his clothes.
Xiang Yang: "This is our second meeting. I even paid for your clothes. Shouldn't you tell me your name?"
The tone without any grudge made Yu Qirong stunned for a few seconds, and he said: "Yuqi..."
After saying just two words, Yu Qirong immediately stopped talking, staring at Xiangyang with a pair of vigilant eyes, like some kind of small beast ready to attack.
"Yu Qi?" Xiang Yang did not delve into Yu Qirong's pseudonym. It was normal for taskers like them to give each other pseudonyms. After all, who knows if there would be any strange life-saving props.
It was obvious that Yu Qi was a newcomer. Xiangyang was quite happy that he could be so vigilant as a newcomer. If such a good-looking newcomer had no schemes and was just a naive person, he would not be able to go far in the dungeon.
In order to open a clothing store, the owner had already used his points to buy some tools that could make clothes quickly. With just a glance at Yu Qirong's figure, he knew roughly what size he was. In the time it took for the two of them to communicate, he had already altered the clothes almost perfectly.
He shook the clothes, handed them to Yu Qirong, and pointed him to the fitting room, "Go try it on."
Yu Qirong took the clothes and followed the shop owner's gesture to go into the fitting room. He was actually looking at a piece of clothing that looked like a school uniform, but it had evolved from a white and blue stripe style to a shirt and a small suit, a style that had a little bit of British style.
In the fitting mirror, due to the friction of the low-quality school uniform, some pitiful red marks were left on the skin as smooth and white as milk.
Yu Qirong glanced over the red marks and they disappeared after she put on the new clothes.
When he went out, the two people outside who were tacitly waiting to see the result were stunned.
But Yu Qirong, who was wearing new clothes and had just come out of the fitting room, was startled and looked at the familiar figure at the street corner far outside the door.
The figure still had the same messy black hair, and it seemed as if the ends of his hair exuded a sense of abstinence. Just from his back, Yu Qirong could vaguely imagine his sharp eyebrows and his cold eyes.
Tang Xingfei!
Seeing Tang Xingfei's figure about to disappear into the winding street, Yu Qirong didn't have time to tidy up his suit jacket and chased after him directly.
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