For many years, no one asked about the horror, and the world knows about adding money

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The villagers were puzzled: "Why is there such a thing?"

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the village head extinguished the pipes among the crowd.

He was quietly shrinking back, ready to sneak away.

A sharp-eyed villager spotted him and immediately shouted, "The village chief is about to run away."

The villagers went over and surrounded him.

They were all dissatisfied and loudly accused: "It's about to come to an end, it's fine if you don't say a word, and you still want to run?"

"Just to vent their anger, more than 3000 ghosts escaped."

"Why are you beating people? Call them whatever they want, and you have to change your name, what's the matter? You are too domineering."

"That's right, what's wrong with ghosts? I didn't talk about you. There are so many ghosts. Why are you excited? You're a lot of age, and if you want to have sex, people don't like you."

This village is very remote, sparsely populated and isolated from the world.

The villagers are counting on the arrival of merchants once a year in winter, so that they can exchange some items.

In front of Ghost Coin, the village head is nothing.

Someone suggested: "Although we all made a move, the village chief took the lead and made the move first. I think it's more reasonable for him to make half the effort."

Outraged by the crowd, the village chief reluctantly took out 520 ghost coins.

His heart was bleeding.

Looking at Ye Chen, he secretly made up his mind.

This person is very cunning, and he knows how to take advantage of it. It's better not to provoke him in the future.

Otherwise, I would have to lose all my coffin books.

The rest of the villagers made up another share and gave it to the orangutan player.

The orangutan players were delighted from ear to ear.

Well, he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Half of the lips are missing.

But the pain on the face was nothing.

Being free from bills is the real happiness.

……

Remind me a little bit, I will bless you with concrete magic skills.

Chapter 177

There are more than 1000 ghost coins left.

Not much to share among everyone.

The villagers gathered together and they could all bear it.

The tiger skin was placed in front of Ye Chen again, and the other party's tone became much better.

"The boss will give you a sincere price."

Green items, sold to the mall is ten ghost coins.

However, some players whose sub-profession is a tailor will buy these things in bulk to increase their proficiency.

Ye Chen asked in his heart: "Should I also learn a sub-profession?"

[Do you still need to use side jobs to make money? 】

"...It makes sense."

Although the auction house cannot trade during the dungeon.

But still able to browse.

Ye Chen took a look.

This thing is sold for fifty ghost coins in the mall, and players in the auction house generally sell for more than 40.

Ye Chen said: "For the sake of completeness, I will give you 40 ghost coins."

The villagers expressed their satisfaction.

Knowing that the players formed a price alliance, there was no need to ask other people, so they sold it to Ye Chen.

Another villager brought a bear bile.

[Bear bile. 】

[Treasure degree: green. 】

[Function: refining medicine. 】

[Description: A female bear hibernating in a tree hole was having a dream of meeting a male bear, and lost her life. Although it was a pity, there was no pain, and it was a blessing in misfortune. 】

This kind of thing is also used by alchemy players to increase their proficiency.

Ye Chen combined the mall price with the auction house price.

A high price of 45 ghost coins was given.

Why is bear bile more expensive than tiger skin, which is also a sub-profession?

That's because there are more alchemist players than tailor players, and the competition is fierce.

The price of the auction house is 49 ghost coins, which is only one dollar cheaper than the mall.

Most of the villagers sell these things.

Other players also opened their cards.

Another person took a stack of fox skins in front of Ye Chen.

[Fox fur. 】

[Treasure degree: White. 】

[Function: It can be made into a beautiful scarf, or several pieces can be combined into a coat. 】

[Description: No business, no harm, boycott fur, start from you and me, but this is a horror world, human life is not as good as a dog, let's talk about other things. 】

This thing is listed at the auction house for twenty.

Ye Chen offered the price of each fifteen ghost coins.

Different from the elation of other players, Ye Chen was a little less interested.

It's not interesting to earn three or five yuan for this one thing.

Ye Chen thought for a while and asked loudly:

"Do you have any good ones? The kind of ancestral or rare ones, as long as you can get them, don't be afraid that I won't be able to eat them. If they are really rare, I am willing to pay a higher price than the market."

Someone asked emotionally, "What is a rare thing?"

Ye Chen said: "Is there any thousand-year-old ginseng and ten-thousand-year snow lotus?"

The villagers were very frustrated and muttered: "If there is such a thing, it must be kept as a family heirloom. Who will take it out and sell it?"

Ye Chen was a little puzzled.

You are all ghosts, why are you still treating them as family heirlooms?

[Their memories are confused, and they can't tell the difference between life and death. 】

Seeing the prompt, Ye Chen understood.

It turned out to be a group of fools.

Ye Chen stepped on a stone and said loudly:

"Folks, big girls and young wives, old and young men."

"A person lives for a lifetime, and the grass and trees are in autumn."

"What is the picture of life in this world? The picture is a face."

"You are not very rich, what heirloom do you want?"

"Take it out and exchange it with me for a huge amount of ghost coins. Isn't he good?"

"Look at your houses, not to mention all bungalows, with broken bricks and tiles, in disrepair for a long time."

"I noticed that there is a family that still lives in a thatched cottage, with wood, stone and thatch, not even a single brick. Are you a primitive?"

A villager in the crowd bowed his head in shame.

Seeing that the villagers were staring at him intently, Ye Chen continued:

"Don't you want to renovate it and build it into a building?"

"Even if you don't want to, shouldn't you provide your wife and children with a safe and comfortable living environment?"

"To be honest, when I first arrived in your village, I thought I had entered a slum."

"I've traveled north and south, kissed Kil'jaeden."

"Your place is the poorest place I have ever seen."

"Once a person loses his aggressiveness, what is the difference between him and a salted fish?"

The villagers couldn't bear what Ye Chen said.

Someone retorted: "We are just making an analogy, and there are no real people who use ginseng and snow lotus as family heirlooms."

Ye Chen glanced at him, like a dragon looking down on a loach, the contempt in his eyes was obvious.

"You don't even have ginseng and snow lotus, so you have the nerve to say that you are descendants of Dashan?"

The villagers are puzzled, you look at me, and I look at you.

Everyone is wondering: We are some hunters, who said that they are descendants of Dashan?

Ye Chen continued: "Hunting for generations, I don't even have a single thing that can be sold, I'm ashamed for you."

"Could it be that you are not good hunters?"

Hearing that Ye Chen questioned his earning skills, the villagers clamored.

"We can even hunt women and children."

"Each of us adult men is an excellent hunter. Even ferocious beasts like tigers and black bears cannot escape our hunt."

Ye Chen said: "The cowhide is not for bragging, and the train is not for pushing. Since you say you are excellent hunters, prove it to me."

"After trading for a long time, I didn't have a single item worth more than a hundred. I'm ashamed for you."

"You might as well stop calling them the descendants of Dashan and call them the parasites of Dashan."

The villagers were completely angered by Ye Chen.

Even if there were a few sober ones, they were excited by the rhythm.

The thatched cottage villager suddenly shouted:

"Who said we don't have good things? Our ancestors once worked together to kill an adult white tiger, and it is being kept in the village chief's house."

Although it has been air-dried, the body is still there.

Ye Chen questioned the value of the white tiger: "Is that thing rare?"

The villager said: "Let me tell you this, there were about a hundred households in our village at the time, but now there are only about 20 households left who were eaten by him."

"We are not lambs to be slaughtered, but vigorous and experienced hunters."

"Just like that, he almost killed the whole family."

Ye Chen was overjoyed: "Hurry up and show me."

The villager called another person, turned his head and left, and returned after a while.

"The village chief happened to be away."

Together they carried the mummified corpse of a huge white tiger.