There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 37, The Evil God and the Peeper

What can you say when you encounter such a situation? You can only blame yourself for being unlucky. In fact, as long as you have patience and time, then wait for a while, until subsequent players understand this newly opened super-large campaign, the price of consumables will gradually return to normal.

But how to say it, Xiao Yang, who could barely connect to the Internet for one day out of seven, lacked time and patience.

"What can I do? I can only accept it."

Time suddenly became urgent, and Xiao Yang had to act quickly, otherwise if he paused for a while, the price of these amplification potions would go up again.

Without hesitation, Xiao Yang first cleared out all the light feathers and hard-skin potions on the mushroom man's stall, and then ran around the Zhutian Trading Area without stopping.

The spirit coins in his hand disappeared as quickly as snowflakes. Of course, this Zhutian Trading Zone was not unable to supply the medicines Xiao Yang needed.

But Xiao Yang's wallet couldn't afford it, so his idea of ​​topping up the Shenming game's phone credit so that Xiaogu could follow him out of the dungeon fell through. Things turned out just as Xiao Yang had expected.

The various potions, weapons, skills, and defensive equipment in the Zhutian Trading Zone began to rise sharply in price. At the same time, the prices of various materials and useless little oddities fell.

After spending two million, Xiao Yang collected all the extremely effective light feather potions needed to push his agility to the peak, but he was still a little short of hard skin. Adhering to the principle of "excellence is worse than specialization", Xiao Yang found that he was destined not to be able to maximize both agility and defense, so he chose to maximize agility first.

The main reason is that high agility can also take up some of the role of defense, and facing the unknown monsters and a new layer of dungeon that were created by his careless hands, he can run faster if he runs with full agility. After all, he doesn't have a resurrection scroll. If the situation is not right, he can run away, which is much more cost-effective than standing there and being a living target.

The potions in hand were enough to max out agility and raise defense to 14 points without any equipment bonus, and then, this transaction ended just like that.

All the spirit coins were used up and there was nothing he could do. Instead of choosing to return immediately, Xiao Yang found a corner in the Zhutian Trading Area and squatted down.

It is obvious that because of the opening of the new super-large battle, the Zhutian Trading Zone has become busy all of a sudden. Of course, these have nothing to do with him. If other players of the God Game are online game players, then Xiao Yang is more inclined to LAN or single-player players. He can't participate in those messy battles at all, and his fate is to grind in the dungeon.

In the busy scene, Xiaogu suddenly emerged from the shadows. This little guy didn't really understand much else, but he had developed a habit of sitting quietly next to Xiao Yang when he was setting up a stall, and grabbing a corner of Xiao Yang's clothes. He was the little skeleton that represented Xiao Yang's business plan.

But now Xiao Yang didn't set up a stall. Suddenly, his palm fell on the little guy's head and made an inexplicable sigh.

"Xiao Gu! We are still too poor!"

At the same time, just as Xiao Yang was squatting in the corner of the Zhutian Trading Area and watching the busy appearance of other players, in the center of the Zhutian Trading Area, there were many buildings of different styles.

Of course, this trading zone of the universe is certainly not just a scattered gathering of players. In fact, this is just a side effect of it. More importantly, it is for the lords of various planes or large player gangs to sell various specialties and commodities and serve as a super consumption place.

Of course, Xiao Yang had never been to such a core area before, for a very practical reason: it cost extra! The God Game's demand for money was no joke, and he couldn't justify wandering around this central area, which was either filled with extremely expensive, indescribably beautiful places, or with superstores used by the Lords of the Planes to sell bulk goods, often costing tens of millions of spirit coins, or with various customized measures. In short, don't come here without spirit coins.

In a gloomy shop on the edge of the central area of ​​the Zhutian Trading Zone, a black-robed Taoist priest was reporting something to the shop owner.

Xiao Yang sold the purple bones to accelerate his growth, but this move also brought him some risks. The word "epic" was much more attractive than Xiao Yang thought.

After listening to the report from the black-robed Taoist priest in front of him, the shop owner, the long-faced Taoist priest who had once tried to recruit Xiao Yang, Ming Xuanzi, began to mutter to himself in the shop.

"Epic-level skeleton materials, an endless supply of skeleton materials, zombie viscera, and recently, vampire bat fangs?"

As he murmured, with each paragraph and word he uttered, the greed on Ming Xuanzi's face grew more and more prosperous. Finally, he uttered a decisive sentence.

"At least one medium-sized or larger skeleton-type instance and dungeon?"

Suddenly, a hint of greed appeared on Ming Xuanzi's face.

Dungeons that can constantly refresh monsters and produce various materials and weapons are extremely precious, especially for large player forces.

Obviously, Xuan Mingzi was completely tempted at this moment, but how could he break through the protection of the God Game for players and the plane positions behind them?
He called back the black-robed Taoist priest in front of him and asked him to continue staring at Xiao Yang. The shop suddenly became quiet. After a while, Xuan Mingzi became a little restless and suddenly stood up. After wandering around for a while, he walked towards the depths of the shop.

Soon, Xuan Mingzi came to a blood-colored secret room. He knelt down in front of a strange and twisted statue with many eyes piled up randomly.

"Great Multi-Eyed Immortal! Your sight can transcend the barriers of time and space! ......"

Not long after, Xuan Mingzi left the secret room, and when he returned, he had a pair of fresh eyeballs in his hands.

"There's still one month left, just one more month!"

After washing his hands and finishing all this, Xuan Mingzi said this to himself, as if he would be able to do something in a month, but it would be better to do it quickly.

One month might be too long.

(End of this chapter)