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【What is Abyss Paradise?】

This title has now been ranked first in Otherworld's hot search rankings, and the popularity of the topic has even reached ten digits.

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This does not mean that there are one billion visitors to Abyss Paradise, but more of them are curious people.

Strange: Otherworld is inherently dangerous. Ordinary people must be careful when living in this world, for fear that walking at night may end up being a strange dinner. But now there is another [Abyss Paradise?

You are inexplicably selected to become a tourist and are about to face a monster that may be even scarier than reality!

Who can withstand this damn thing?

For a time, the entire Internet cried and begged the relevant authorities to save him. But this is obviously a force majeure, and the authorities can save a hammer! Not to mention saving, even many people within the Supernatural Disaster Bureau were slaughtered.

Coupled with the fact that a large number of people who were not selected were involved in fishing in troubled waters, public opinion was directly detonated.

Liu Mengli also saw these hot spots and comments.

Looking at these would-be tourists complaining about their sufferings on major platforms, and then thinking about myself, I felt inexplicably better. Compared to these would-be tourists who suffered the same fate as herself, she didn't seem so miserable?

Most of these quasi-tourists are ordinary people, occasionally mixed with a few ghost masters from various regions. And I am a Shinigami, and I still have a backstage Shinigami!

Since the main purpose of this Abyss Paradise is to explore like a dungeon, it can’t be a certain death situation, right? If even these ordinary people and ghost masters can survive, "Wang Li, she, a Shinigami with a background, will die a violent death, right?"

Shadiao Group Leader: So that’s it, is it casting a wide net over a wide area?

Wu Yue rubbed his chin, with a look of thoughtfulness on his face.

Unlike the [Lord God Space]'s approach of recruiting cutting-edge talents, this [Abyss Paradise] seems to pay more attention to quantity. But what is its ultimate purpose, and who created this [Abyss Paradise]?

There must be regular fluctuations in this kind of strange arrival, but Wu Yue didn't feel anything strange when he left. So, this thing was only born in these two days?

Questions are lingering, but there is no definite answer now.

The venomous old fat man: Tsk, Ah Meng, you are really a coward. You have to rely on this kind of comparison to regain your confidence. It's embarrassing to tell you!

Time travel becomes weird: I don’t want to either! But I can’t control myself, I’m always afraid that I will die in a foreign land!

Writing Heizi is pronounced as pervert: dying in a foreign land.…………

Mediocre Sage Hui: Then you don’t have to be afraid at all, you are already a dead person.

Shadiao Group Leader: Yes, Huibao’s complaints are still as sharp as ever.

Vengeful old fat man: Dear Mr. Wu Yue, didn’t you go to Jinglingting Square with your little girlfriends to hang lanterns today?

With Aizen in the group, she can keep track of Wu Yue's movements at any time. For example, the venue for the Jing Ling Ting Festival has almost been set up, only some lanterns and decorations are missing.

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: No, I am in Custom Street.

The ordinary saint Hui:?

Mentally retarded female psycho: Custom Street?! Papa Pope, what are you doing? Why are you going to Custom Street! Let go of those wandering girls. Come at me if you have anything!

Writing sunspot is pronounced as pervert: It’s okay to come at you.

The know-it-all lady with big front teeth: I would like to ask, what is the custom street?

Hermione already had a rough guess in her mind, but needed confirmation.

The venomous old fat man: There are things that children don’t know.

Miss Know-It-All with Front Tooth: Okay.

The guess came true, it turned out to be that one. But is Brother Wu Yue’s age really okay?

Hermione was confused, but didn't ask any more questions.

She is no longer the little fool she was when she first joined the group. Under the guidance of Wu Yue, Aizen and Grindelwald, she has learned about propriety and emotional intelligence.

IQ doesn't need to be taught, because Hermione has always been a genius.

Withdrawing her thoughts, Hermione, with her hair in a high ponytail, looked at the shops on both sides of the street. She came to Diagon Alley again, but this time Grindelwald was not with her.

She came here at her own request to go shopping, intending to buy some potion ingredients.

To lift Nagini's "Blood Demon Curse", the blood of the ancestor werewolf is the main medicine. But other auxiliary medicinal materials still need to be collected by themselves, so Hermione decided to take a look in Diagon Alley first.

【Hosra's Material Shop】

Seeing a bunch of shriveled slugs hanging under the store sign in front of her, Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly. The owner of this material store is obviously a knowledgeable person, and he even left the umbilicus of the slug alive.

Usually when most people handle slugs, they squeeze out all the internal organs. This cannot be said to be wrong, but it is not the optimal solution.

If the umbilical intestine of the slug can be left behind, then the medicinal properties of the slug will not only be fully exerted, but it can even improve the functionality of most potions, including scabies potion.

This was a little trick that Grindelwald taught him. I didn't expect that the owner of this store also understood it.

Sure enough, no one in the magic world should be underestimated.

With this thought in her mind, Hermione walked into the store. His eyes glanced around, and his eyes were finally attracted by a bottle of glistening paste in the corner.

Tiger Madara turtle brain?!

Hermione had an expression of surprise on her face. This thing is rare! And it is also one of the core materials for making the "`~Blood Curse" potion. She is really lucky this time.

"Boss." Without any hesitation, Hermione grabbed the bottle of Tiger Madara Turtle Brain in her hand and said in a gentle tone: "How much does this cost?"

"Two hundred gold galleons, no bargaining on the price of the spear."

The boss, a middle-aged man with a beard, just glanced at the bottle in Hermione's hand and casually quoted the price.

Two hundred gold galleons is certainly not cheap, and the monthly salary of an Auror at the Ministry of Magic is only a hundred gold galleons. But the tiger Madara turtle's brain is treasured enough to deserve the price, so the boss is not too shabby.

So (Okay Zhao) Hermione paid the money happily, turned around and left with the precious materials she bought.

And not long after she left, a man dressed in black and dressed like a big bat walked into the store. "Hosra, I came to pick up the goods as agreed.

"I'm so sorry, Snape..." The bearded boss shrugged and put the Galleons on the table into his pocket. "Your goods have been bought."

"Bought it?" Snape's cold expression showed a little anger.

He made a reservation for half a year, but he ended up buying this product from him?

"Ah, that's the girl." The bearded boss obviously didn't want to offend the potion master, so he decided to divert the trouble away. Pointing to the girl with a high ponytail walking past the door, he said loudly: "She spent a full two hundred gold galleons! Damn it, this is four times higher than your reservation price!"

"Very good!" Snape glared at him and slammed the door. .