After dying a hundred thousand times, I become a god in a strange world

The town has white stone paved roads, numerous houses, and even many shops. Everything is antique, giving people the feeling of traveling to a previous era.

Moreover, there were actually a large number of people wandering the streets in Baishi Town.

There are vendors setting up stalls, pedestrians rushing on their way, and children playing.

It sounded peaceful, but when everyone saw this scene, they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Because these people are not living people, they are all dead bodies!

One by one, they were dead bodies like ferrymen.

Their eyes have long become hollow, and their bodies are shriveled, with dry skin tightly wrapped around their bones, like mummies wearing clothes.

Their clothes are all in the style of the previous era.

The most bizarre thing is that these people are obviously dead and can no longer die, but they behave like living people, hawking and buying vegetables, completely following the trajectory of living people.

"These people are all dead people from the previous era. They have been dead for nearly a hundred years, but their corpses are driven by some kind of force to maintain their previous life."

Lu Ziming's voice sounded.

"But don't worry. Although these dead people look scary, they are not aggressive. Don't pay attention to them at all."

As he spoke, he slashed directly at the nearest dead person with his sword.

Swish!

The dead body was cut in half, and the bones were scattered on the ground.

The other dead people were still doing what they were supposed to do and were not affected at all.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that they were all the same.

"However, you'd better not attack those dead people who open shops easily, because you need to trade with them. Once you kill them, you can only trade after they are resurrected the next day."

"Resurrection? They are all dead and can they be resurrected?" Yang Ming asked in surprise.

Lu Ziming nodded: "Yes, not a single plant or tree in Baishi Town can be truly damaged. Even if it can be damaged, it will be intact the next day. I have been here for three years. During these three years, Nothing has changed at all.”

Everyone felt magical. They never imagined that there would be such a magical building in the space node.

"Who built this town? Isn't it weird?"

"No, this White Stone Town is a building from the previous era, but for some reason, it has been preserved. It is like a prison. It seems to protect everyone, but in fact it is a prison."

Fang Xiu looked thoughtfully at the orderly Baishi Town. He guessed that the existence of Baishi Town was most likely related to Zhou Qingfeng.

"Imprisonment? How do you say this?"

Lu Ziming smiled bitterly: "Didn't you mention a problem before? Although [-] million hell coins may seem like a lot, in fact, as long as you work hard to make money, you can earn [-] million hell coins in a few years.

Killing a snake and insect weirdness is just one nether coin. Although it is eroded by gray fog here, even so, a fourth-level spiritual master can probably kill a hundred thousand snakes and insect weirdness in a day.

Currently, there are about a dozen spiritual masters in Baishi Town, which is more than 100 million a day. Calculated as 100 million, it only takes 100 days to earn [-] million.

Moreover, the burial ground is not only filled with snake and insect weirdness, but also some powerful weirdness, and their value is even higher.

D-level weird ones cost one hundred net coins, C-level ones cost one thousand, B-level ones cost ten thousand, A-level ones cost one hundred thousand, and S-level ones cost one million.

If you hunt high-level weirdos, the time to raise [-] million ghost coins will be shortened.

Sound simple? "

The bitter smile on Lu Ziming's lips grew stronger.

Yang Ming said bluntly: "Is this easy? Killing a hundred thousand snakes and insects in a day is weird? If I can kill a thousand snakes and insects in a day, it will be regarded as a high-quality incense."

"Yang Ming, get out of here, don't interrupt, it's you!" Li Xiaoru scolded.

"Captain, go on."

"Let's talk as we go."

Later, Lu Ziming explained while leading the way: "It seems very simple, but it is not, because if you want to live in Baishi Town, you need to consume a lot of ghost coins every day.

You should have noticed that Baishi Town is also filled with gray fog. This gray fog consumes the spiritual master's spirituality all the time. Even the fifth-level powerhouse does not dare to stay in this environment for a long time.

And hunting the weird requires spirituality. If you don't get a rest, no matter who you are, your spirituality will be exhausted and die.

Therefore, the underworld coins will be used at this time. Look at this inn. "

He pointed at an antique inn on the side of the road. It was a two-story building with a solid wood structure. It was very dilapidated and seemed to be about to collapse at any time.

There is a plaque hanging on it that reads: Yuelai Inn!

"Holy shit!" Yang Ming exclaimed: "Could this be the legendary Universe Hotel chain, Yuelai Inn? Its properties can be found in major film and television dramas, novels, comics, etc..."

"Hey, Yang Ming, can you please stop being so surprised? This is a town from a previous era, and the Yuelai Inn became famous from the previous era, and it was later spread in major film and television dramas. Li Xiaoru cursed.

Yang Ming glanced at him suspiciously: "Didn't you say you never watch movies and TV shows, only literary works?"

"Ahem..." Li Xiaoru blushed and quickly changed the subject.

"Captain Lu, go on, ignore this kid."

Lu Ziming was also a little speechless. He didn't understand how Yang Ming, with such an out-of-the-box personality, became a spiritual master?

Are you really not afraid of death when you are still laughing and joking in a burial place?

"This Yuelai Inn can resist the invasion of gray fog, but do you know how many ghost coins are needed to stay for one night?"

"How many?"

"One hundred thousand."

"What!? One hundred thousand ghost coins!?"

Everyone was immediately frightened by this figure. A fourth-level spiritual master who braved the gray mist to hunt and kill weirdos could earn about [-] yuan a day. However, one night's stay cost [-] yuan. This was even worse than a black shop!

It's about the same as a day's work.

At this moment, everyone finally understood why Lu Ziming was smiling bitterly. With such outrageous prices, it was simply impossible to earn [-] million net coins.

"Is it one hundred thousand for one person or one hundred thousand for a room?" Everyone asked with hope.

"One hundred thousand per person."

Lu Ziming's explanation directly shattered everyone's hopes.

"You still have to pay for this hundred thousand, because no one can resist the invasion of gray fog for a long time. If you don't rest, you will commit suicide slowly.

In fact, with 10,000 ghost coins, if a fourth-level spiritual master risked his life, he could earn [-]+ a day. After deducting the cost of accommodation, he could save tens of thousands of ghost coins. It was just a matter of taking some risks and working harder.

But in Baishi Town, you not only spend money on accommodation, but also on food and clothing.

Take the shroud on my body as an example. Although it doesn’t look good, at least it doesn’t need to be washed. It also has the ability to defend against strange things. No one can guarantee that they will never be injured.

In Baishi Town, once you are injured, it means that the speed at which you make money will be greatly reduced. Once you do not make enough to earn the minimum standard of [-] net coins per day, you are not far from death.

So it is necessary to buy a shroud. "

"How much does the shroud cost?"

"50."

"Fuck! 50?!" Yang Ming jumped up in shock.

"This is so damn true, Baishi Town Flower wants to take home the money she earned from Baishi Town!"