Chapter 298: Mentally Ill People Have Broad Ideas?

[The battle is over, perfect tactics]

[Node settlement: Fantasy +3]

[Drop extraction in progress...]

[You got compressed biscuits (white)]

"Huh?" Feng Xue saw the compressed cookies and immediately wanted to construct the Philosopher's Stone to avoid wasting it. Then she realized that in the node selection interface, she could not use the construction technique at all and could only watch the 10 san value go to waste.

"Tsk, it seems that you can't raise the san value to full in the future. It's best to keep 10 to 20 points vacant to avoid wasting it." Feng Xue complained secretly in his heart, and then began to sort out the gains from the previous battle.

"The Gospel of Judas is mediocre as a weapon, and the barrier is average, but the short-distance teleportation is really interesting. Memorizing the feeling of jumping in space is of great reference value for the development of Dead River... But then again, Dead River It seems that there are more than just the ones I killed with my own hands. In other words, if I don't enter the node, the monsters killed by the character card in the exploration content will also be included in the river of death. But that's right, squint your eyes? It can cross nodes, there is no reason why Dead River can’t.”

Feng Xue shook his head and ignored the question. In the final analysis, the large number of creatures in the Dead River is only good for him. Now every more life in the Dead River makes it easier for him to understand the power of the Dead River, and at the same time, it also allows him to Having more trial and error costs in the final battle is not a loss no matter how you think about it.

"Come on, let me see who I'm going to hit next!"

After roughly sorting out the harvest, Feng Xue refocused his attention, casually clicked on an unknown node, and then——

[Due to your crime of killing the priest, you and your companions were imprisoned by the temple army. In the temple cell, you met an inmate with a gray beard. Facing this old man, going to prison was like going home to you. Decide--】

[1. Exchange skills with inmates]

[2. Exchange experiences with inmates]

[3. Waiting for changes in fate]

"I take it back, what I really mean is the 'Holy Body of Innate Enlightenment'..." Seeing that she had completed her second entry into the palace in just two floors, Feng Xue couldn't help but complain. Regarding the situation with only one inmate, The probability of encountering a skill that he needs is really low, and he is not sure whether this old man is an NPC or an architect who is in the same dream as his two teammates.

After considering the possibility of revealing her own information by letting the character cards exchange experiences, Feng Xue finally chose three.

As a result, the picture blurred, and Feng Xue was stunned for a moment, and found that she was sitting in a stone-carved prison, with Su Xiaowei beside her still muttering to herself——

"Are you mentally ill? I told you that man has the mark of sin from Manila, yet you still do it..."

"Okay, okay, maybe Jojo doesn't know about the mark of sin? After all, the religion has been exterminated by Shinra for more than three hundred years. Who would have thought that he would meet the sin priest in such a wilderness..." Luo Tian said While helping Feng Xue find someone to make up for, Feng Xue's eyes were searching in the prison. Soon, he locked onto the "old man" in the corner who was hard to spot without looking carefully.

This is an old man with rough skin like rocks. He is estimated to be in his sixties. He only has a rag on his body. His shoulders are pierced by iron chains, and he has several daggers with feather-like patterns carved on the handles. , the black and thick blood scab continued to ooze thick blood, but what was disturbing was that the old man could not see any pain.

Seemingly noticing Feng Xue's gaze, the two of them closed their mouths, but before they could think about how to communicate, they were shocked to see Feng Xue stand up.

"Zhuo, don't..." When Su Xiaowei saw this, she immediately knew that her teammate was about to get sick again, and immediately wanted to stop it. However, what surprised her was that this teammate did not suddenly say "die to me" this time. Instead, he quickly walked forward and said to the old man:

"Old man, do you need me to give you a pleasure?"

"I told you not to be impulsive! This is obviously the prophet's cabin!" Su Xiaowei quickly caught up and used G·I particles to transmit the message, but Feng Xue turned a deaf ear and just waited quietly for the old man's reply.

"If possible, I would rather you ask me if I need help..."

The old man's weak voice sounded, but from the joking tone, it could be seen that he was not at the end of his rope yet.

"What help do you want?" Su Xiaowei, who was afraid that Feng Xue would "die for me" again, asked quickly. The old man glanced at Su Xiaowei, then at Luo Tian who was walking over, and finally focused on Feng Xue again. road:

"I'm curious, at what price did you get the 'snake'?"

"Oh?" Feng Xue's narrowed eyes seemed to flash with a light:

"Do you want it? If you can get a suitable reward, it's not impossible to change it."

"Although I really want to know, I hope you can save me more than that kind of thing..." The old man's tone was still a bit cynical. When Feng Xue saw this, he immediately reached out and pulled out a dagger.

The moment the dagger was separated from the body, the wound on the old man's body that seemed to be rotten healed quickly. Feng Xue held the dagger, but frowned slightly, because he found that this thing was not as capable as the sword he had obtained before. He gained the realization of "Architectural Sword".

"Don't bother, this is a torture instrument that belongs to the 'Vulture'. You can't read the power inside without his permission."

Seeing Feng Xue's subtle expression, the old man immediately reminded him. When Feng Xue heard this, he didn't mean to disbelieve it. He just secretly tried to use alchemy to decompose it, but it failed as expected.

Sixty-seven daggers were dropped on the ground. Luo Tian, ​​who had already come over, rolled his eyes and then said:

"You don't want these? Can I try?"

"Whatever." Feng Xue waved her hand indifferently and began to think about the iron chain that penetrated the lute bone. Although this thing is stronger than expected, in the face of the increasing damage of the white photo album, pure defense is meaningless!

So, in the eyes of the two companions, this neurotic teammate suddenly started singing inexplicably, and started to get angry in the middle of the song. Then, the chains shattered together with the prison wall.

"Thank you very much for your help. I have a little thought here. I hope you can accept it."

The old man who was freed from the chains instantly became full of energy and took out three flames as if by magic.

Two of the small ones flew towards Luo Tian and Su Xiaowei, but Feng Xue reached out and interrupted:

"Wait a minute, I want to raise the bet!"

"???" It seemed that this was the first time the old man had encountered this situation. The flames he was about to push out stopped, and then he saw Feng Xue stuffing a ruby ​​over him.

"Ah this..."

The old man was confused as he looked at the ruby. He scratched his head and struggled for a long time before finally taking out a piece of ore from his arms and placing it in Feng Xue's hand with great care. He warned by the way:

"The guy on the mountain has a very bad character. Don't let him see you have this thing, and don't tell him you have seen me!"

After saying that, without waiting for Feng Xue to say anything else, the old man turned into a pile of dirt and merged into the earth with a snap.

Feng Xue's consciousness was ejected from the node, and behind him, two teammates who were rejoicing to get good things looked at this scene in stunned silence——

"So it turns out that the Prophet's hut can also bribe the prophet to get better things?"