Chapter 426 Angrily Poke His Ribs

"Come here, let me see, can only one person project ideas?" Negris said excitedly.

My God, the communication and trade in the whole world is carried out through the House of the Dead. If Duroken can control it, wouldn't all the information be open to them?

Even if Negris is not as proficient in business as the god of profiteers, Silver Coin, he still knows what a terrible authority it is. If it is used well, it is not a problem to collect taxes on the ground, make money while lying down, and get rich overnight.

"Only one thought can be connected." Lockes responded, and Duroken didn't need to answer such a small question.

However, her answer is not valid in Duroken. Duroken looked at it and said: "I also designed this sacrificial circle. For the convenience of verification, I can only project one. I will modify it. .”

After finishing speaking, he took out some gold sticks, scratched on the altar a few times, and said, "Okay, come in."

Ange, Negris, and Lockes stretched out their ideas together and threw themselves into the fire of faith.

Crash! They only felt that they had entered a tall tower. The inside of the tower was not very wide, but it towered into the sky, and the environment looked familiar.

"Isn't this my brass book tower?" Negris was surprised, it was not in the shape of a book at the moment, but changed back to the shape of an embryonic dragon.

Except that there is no small podium in the center to hold its brass books, but instead there are shelves full of books around it, and the bookshelves full of books extend until it is invisible to the end.

One by one, the ghosts floated back and forth, taking a book from the shelf,

Duroken spread his hands: "So, Your Majesty copied my design, and the brass book tower was also designed by me."

Then he introduced the surrounding environment with gestures: "I said before that the difference between a point and a net is that the vertical passage in the center of the tower is a point, which is connected to relay spirits, and the books on the surrounding bookshelves are a net. This book belongs to one imprint, and it corresponds to an individual like Lockes who has applied for the imprint."

"Looking at those ghosts again, they are all undead creatures that are projected into the relay spirit to handle the work. They use the low-level imprint, and we use the highest power imprint to come in, so we can see them. These are not real. Instead, it is manifested, so that it can be more intuitive and allow His Majesty to understand better."

Negris froze for a moment: "Let His Majesty understand better?"

"Well, when I originally designed, I didn't have these books, towers, etc., only these marks, which would be more convenient, but it was rejected by His Majesty. He said he couldn't understand it, so he asked me to make it simpler, and finally made it That's it."

Duroken floated to the bookshelf, took out a book at random, brought it back and showed it to everyone, and saw that it read: Oonia, coordinates: ...￥% # &, time:￥... # %￥ *, and then gone.

Duroken put the book back and took out another one, which also had the name, coordinates, and time written on it.

Negris said: "These two times are different. They should refer to the registration time. What about those? What do those glowing books represent?"

Duroken floated up, found a glowing book and floated back. When he floated up, he accidentally bumped into a ghost.

The ghost couldn't see him, it just felt bumped, looked around suspiciously, and then continued to work with a bewildered expression.

"You hit a ghost, are you okay?" Negris asked.

"It's okay, it can't see us, we came in with the highest power imprint, they used the low-level imprint, from its angle you can't see these book towers, the whole world is pitch black, only those glowing ones It can only see the imprint." Duroken explained.

Opening the book of Guang Guang, besides the name and coordinate time, there are many more things. An old farmer said anxiously there:

"Please buy, please buy. We need 20,000 catties of grain. We are willing to pay the price of 20 gold coins per ton. Please sell us a little, as much as you want. Otherwise, some of us will starve to death soon."

A ghost looked down in this direction, and floated over with some doubts, grabbed the 'book' and yanked it, but couldn't yank it, then yanked it again, but still couldn't yank it.

It puffed up its cheeks, rolled up its sleeves, hugged the book tightly, and pulled it out with all its strength.

If it continued like this, it might become suspicious, so Duroken had no choice but to let go. The ghost suddenly miscalculated its strength, and turned over while holding the book.

After getting up, it scratched its head in doubt, not wanting to understand what was going on, so it slapped the book angrily, and then pushed the book to float upwards.

Duroken floated up again, and picked up another book, which was also information about buying food. He picked up several books, all of which were asking for food. It was not until the seventh book that he finally had some other needs.

A female swordsman showed her long sword, and finally stopped on the handle of the hilt, showing it in detail, and said: "Lutishia, the flame sword master, I want to buy a Fire Emblem, and it needs to have a six-level flame buff. ability, and can store more than two level 6 defensive magic, I can pay 50,000 magic crystals."

"This one is good, you can take it." Duroken wiped the book with a hand, and the book suddenly lost its light.

If the book doesn't glow, the ghost can't see it. A ghost that was floating here scratched its head and floated back again.

"Let's go, let's go out first." Duroken said.

Withdrew from the soul network of the House of the Dead, Duroken said to Ange: "My lord, I need some Dragon Steel and Mithril."

An Ge nodded, focused on grabbing, and took out a large piece of dragon pattern steel anchor.

Duroken casually refined a few fire emblems and put them aside for later use.

Twenty minutes later, An Ge reached out again and took out a large piece of mithril.

Locke's eyes were wide open, and the eyeballs were almost glued to the mithril block. Sangbada, the thigh he hugged this time seemed to be made of magic crystals. Why is he so rich?

Negris also found a problem: "It's only been twenty minutes, how can you grab it again?"

When Ange first started, it took 30 minutes to grab one time. Now this time has been shortened by almost ten minutes. What caused the time to be shortened?

"Strong soul." Anger responded.

Negris leaned over to feel it, and it was indeed stronger. Compared with half a month ago, Ange's soul heart had already shrunk from being so dry, and now it has returned to a 'normal' level.

"It seems that your grasping ability is related to the strength of your soul. If you continue to improve your soul, won't you be able to grasp it once a minute? Or even once every few tens of seconds?" Negris muttered.

An Ge tilted his head, and suddenly froze there. He felt someone touching his body.

Retracting his mind, he lowered his head, and saw the little angel pouting his cheeks, angrily poking his ribs with his fingers.

Not far away, little zombies, lightning and big cats, Lisa and silver coins, etc., all came.