The end of the world starts from the global copy

"Have hemorrhoids committed?"

Ye Xia asked in a low voice, causing Zhang Mingyuan's face to turn black.

But when he saw the ghostly wind and the painter faintly glanced over, he still had no choice but to nod: "It's a crime, it's very uncomfortable..."

The painter and Guifeng looked away.

Zhang Mingyuan had another question.

It is known that the three ghost kings in Guling City are themselves, Guifeng, and the painter...

But now that the three of them are at the banquet, logically speaking, there is no ghost in Guling City who has the qualifications for promotion...

So, who is that low-level fierce god who suddenly appeared! ?

Zhang Mingyuan was destined to not be able to think of an answer to this question.

Of course, the answer doesn't matter -- at least not at this moment.

Compared to finding out the newly promoted low-level fierce god, this night banquet is obviously more wonderful!

It turns out.

The one hour wait was just an appetizer.

The ultimate torture is still waiting behind.

……

two hours...

Three hours……

four hours...

five hours...

It's almost early morning outside, and the communication between the god of death and the scholar is still not over!

Now, not only Zhang Mingyuan is numb, but everyone else is numb...

The painter despaired: "How many stories has this guy prepared!?"

He has participated in the night banquet so many times, and he has never seen such a situation! !

Ye Xia was also numb: "I have to go to work in the morning..."

In fact, the scholar is also numb.

It was shrouded in black mist.

Looking at Lu Ming who was talking eloquently, the scholar's face no longer had the happy expression just now...

Because he suddenly discovered a fact.

The crystallization of my own ghost energy seems to be really not enough...

……

The speed of time in the area has been adjusted by the scholar to the limit of his ability.

In other words, the communication between the scholar and Lu Ming took half an hour, and the outside world only walked for one minute.

But even so, the communication between the two still took five hours and the end has not yet been seen, which already shows something.

"The 768th story..."

The scholar listened in a daze, his whole body became bad.

But Lu Ming is still interested...

After all, exchanging some useless stories for real money - you are Antonio, and I can squeeze you dry, and it's not too tiring...

Suddenly, Lu Ming changed the subject: "By the way, let me ask you a question, is the ghost energy crystal in your hand enough?"

Scholar: "Hmm... um!?"

He looked up at Lu Ming in a daze, and saw a faint smile on the corner of Lu Ming's mouth.

"Is it enough? Or is it not enough?"

In the previous transaction, Lu Ming had already obtained 3000 ghost energy crystals from the scholar - the value of individual stories is not the same.

And looking at the scholar's expression now, it's obvious...he's not a rich man like Antonio.

It can be seen that the scholar gritted his teeth slightly, and soon he showed a commercial smile - blocked by the black fog, he thought that Lu Ming couldn't see his expression, but he didn't know that Lu Ming had already seen everything in his eyes.

He said: "Enough, enough."

"That's good." Lu Ming nodded and said, "Because next, I'm going to talk about something big."

"The protagonist of this story is myself and a monster named Gu Chu."

"Gu Chu, born because of strange talk..."

Gu Chu, the eternal emperor in the copy of Urban Strange Talk.

It is a natural disaster grade, but because it is a product of the strange talk phenomenon, it has some supernatural properties.

Not to mention Lu Ming, the shadow at that time already had the strength of a fierce god, plus Lu Ming's ghost transformation - telling a story about Lu Ming and Gu Chu's grievances and hatreds, the quality of the response is naturally different.

After 10 minutes, the story ends.

But the scholar did not move for a long time.

Seeing this, Lu Ming asked strangely, "Money! Where's the money?"

In the black mist, the scholar's embarrassed voice came: "I'm sorry, I don't have enough ghost energy crystals here... Take a look, can you change your request?"

Therefore, Lu Ming can deduce one point.

The evaluation of the price of the story is also not what the scholar said...

It can be seen that the scholar is in the position of a "tool ghost" in the night banquet, and even in the entire dungeon.

After thinking about it, Lu Ming said, "Then how many crystals of ghost energy do you have?"

"Jingle bells."

Fifty ghost energy crystals were sent to Lu Ming.

Looking at the scattered crystals of ghost energy on the table.

Lu Ming couldn't hide the disappointment on his face, and couldn't help muttering: "That's it!?"

"That's it?"

"At first, I thought that the night banquet was famous, but your ability as a scholar is unpredictable... That's the result!?"

"Why are you so poor?"

Scholar: "My DNM..."

Of course, the scholar didn't swear.

As the host of the night banquet, the scholar himself seems to be restricted—fair trade, not lowering the price or deceiving customers, and having a high quality of service.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ming changed the topic.

"Well, I don't want the rest of the money. In exchange, you can dance for me, what do you think?"

Scholar: "???"

Is it amazing to have a story?

It's awesome to have a story! ?

Do you know who I am?

Do you know how capable I am?

He stood up slowly and looked at Lu Ming.

then……

"Guest, what dance would you like to see?"

[Congratulations on obtaining gold attribute points x1. 】

Chapter 128

Everything that happened at the banquet this time proved a fact again and again.

Scholar is just a tool.

The book in the scholar's hand is the ontology!

Even if he lost face on the spot and broke his mentality, the scholar's attitude remained the same.

It's not that I don't care.

But just don't care.

One is active, and the other is forced and helpless.

There is obviously something to say about the matter here.

But what to say, we have to wait a little later... Lu Ming wants to watch the dance now!

The scholar's dance level is still good.

Of course, it may be that he temporarily recruited a female ghost in ancient costume and gained some dancing ability through possession.

After dancing to the song, Lu Ming patted his hands lightly.

"Very well, the transaction is completed."

The scholar looked calm.

However, looking at the corner of his eyes, there is a faint distorted color...

Just pretend!

Taking a deep breath, the scholar sat down on the chair, and said gently: "Then guest...do you still want to continue the transaction?"

Lu Ming asked back, "Do you still have ghost energy crystals?"

Scholar: "..."

Why don't you open which pot and lift which pot?

"But I have other things. In fact, I don't have too many ghost energy crystals in my daily reserve. The main reason is that there are very few customers who ask me for this."

Lu Ming waved his hand, interrupting the scholar's babbling: "I just want the crystallization of ghost energy..."

Then what's the matter with you asking me to dance! ?

The scholar had no way to vomit, so he could only listen to Lu Ming calmly said: "Remember, I only want the crystallization of ghost energy. I have many, many stories in my hand. But my needs are only this little..."

After finishing speaking, Lu Ming leaned forward and looked at the scholar in a posture full of oppression.

"I suggest you collect more ghost energy crystals after you go back. At the next night banquet, I hope I can get enough to satisfy me. Of course, the story will not miss you."

The scholar pondered for a long time, nodded and said: "Don't worry, next time, I will prepare properly."

Lu Ming suddenly smiled: "Otherwise, I'll let you do a striptease...I promise."

The scholar's face instantly stiffened...

It's a pity...his mentality is still tough, but he didn't collapse because of Lu Ming's words.

Lu Ming felt a little pity...but when he thought about "striptease", pity turned into expectation.

Lu Ming always has a trick to treat you...

With the black mist dispersed.

The connection between Lu Ming and the scholar was terminated.

Turn your head and look at the others.

You can see that Zhang Mingyuan and others exhaled in unison.

The scholar's mentality collapsed.