I rely on force value to clear the dungeon [unlimited]

The start of the Demon Realm was caught off guard. One second they were still talking to the drifter, and faced with an event that extremely challenged their three views, the next second they entered the Demon Realm in front of the Drifter.

"When—all players have loaded the sixth level game, the game name: Feast, and the level of the devil is difficult."

"Kind tips:

1. The entry points for this Demon Realm are 150. When the player's points are zero, they will be erased by the Magic Eye.

2. Please actively participate in the magic world.

... "

The familiar and disgusting voice sounded again.

Before Xiaoling opened her eyes, she felt the dry and warm touch on her hands.

This time Feng Congmian was not separated from him, they held hands and opened their eyes to make sure each other was fine.

Only they, Wei Jing and Gu Yushi formed a team for this level.

Mo Cheng originally wanted to form a team with them, but Feng Congmian mercilessly rejected it. Letting him appear on Xiaoling's friend list was already the limit of his tolerance, so the two almost had a fight.

But Mo Cheng knew he couldn't beat him, so he still didn't do such thankless things.

Their starting point is in a bustling ancient street, and there is thick black smoke outside the ancient street. It is obvious that their range of activities this time is within this street. The small range of activities is a good thing for the boundary breakers who want to collect clues, but For demon hunters, there are limitations. Fortunately, the streets are long and spacious.

The road on the bluestone slabs and the bustling crowd make people feel like they are dreaming back decades ago. Even the shops on both sides of the street are old-fashioned, with red lanterns hanging at the door of the shops, but there are still modern elements in some corners of the roadside. , it can be seen that the time background is not very different from the real world.

But this is not something he has to consider as a demon hunter, and some boundary breakers have to worry about it.

Xiaoling stared at those lanterns for a few seconds, suppressed the discomfort still rising in her heart and moved away her eyes.

The clothes of the people walking here all have the flavor of decades ago, making it seem that the few missionaries are very abrupt.

But the people around were still talking and laughing as if they hadn't seen them suddenly appearing at all.

A few of them flashed to the side of the street, and briefly introduced themselves to each other, obviously using aliases tacitly.

People who can live here, even if they rely on other means, will never be so stupid.

The person who called himself a fox had a pair of slender red phoenix eyes. He squinted his eyes and rubbed his chin with a smile: "It seems that the magic eye didn't arrange identities for us this time."

Although he said so, it could be seen that he didn't think so.

After a while of silence, they dispersed in a tacit understanding, and immediately divided into several small groups. Of course, not everyone has teammates, and some lone wolves will also choose to form temporary partners with people they like.

The scope of the mission this time is only one street, and they don't need to all act in groups.

Even Gu Yushi and Wei Jing acted separately from them, more precisely, they were driven to other places by Feng Congmian.

Xiaoling chose to enter a clothing store on his left, and Feng Congmian followed behind him. His silent and powerful aura made other taskers keep away from the clothing store in silence.

The boss who was greeting the guests saw the two of them walk in and his eyes lit up, and he walked over attentively.

Xiaoling is not someone who treats him badly, his clothes reveal an aura of wealth, like a carefree young master.

And Feng Congmian's shoulders were straight and his legs were long, even if he was wearing a piece of rag, he could still look trendy, and his ordinary clothes were suddenly sublimated on him.

The owner of the clothing store looked back and forth between the two of them, constantly speculating about the relationship between the two of them.

Is it the young master and the bodyguard? (h*?﹃｀*g) The cat is hungry

No, no, no, how could such a handsome man with such a strong aura be willing to be someone's bodyguard.

Or is the big guy out shopping with his little lover?

But how can a little lover develop such a pampered temperament?Compared with a little lover, she is more like a proud canary that should be sought after by thousands of people.

The owner of the clothing store thought he was good at judging people, but at this moment he hesitated, not knowing which of the two people he should ask first.

If he misunderstood the status of the two people and made them unhappy, the fat sheep of his mouth would run away.

Xiaoling saw the gleam in the boss's eyes.

He silently reached out his hand to feel in his pocket, but there was nothing in it.

Although the points can be exchanged for a lot of money in the magic eye store, but the money has lost its original function, and he does not intend to exchange the points for useless waste paper.

So he simply changed his expression, just put his shoulders down a little bit, his eyes were a little innocent, and his whole temperament changed greatly, from a reserved canary to a somewhat submissive little sheep.

It just so happened that the boss also spoke, and the two spoke at the same time.

"you..."

"us..."

The boss stopped talking, looking at Xiaoling who had changed into a different person, he felt self-doubt.

Did I miss it just now?This person is not a customer?

Xiaoling saw his inner thoughts from his micro-expression, followed his train of thought and said, "We are not here to buy clothes, we are, we are..."

He seemed to be shy, showing a stuck expression.

The boss glanced at something on the counter and suddenly realized: "Are you here to apply?"

Xiaoling nodded slightly, and hid behind Feng Congmian, looking extremely embarrassed.

With this nod, the attitude of the clothing store owner changed 180 degrees immediately.

"How do you greet guests like you?" He first expressed his dissatisfaction with Xiaoling with disdain, and soon pointed the finger at Feng Congmian, who had been silent all this time, "And you, you are here fiercely, holding my The guests were scared away."

Apply for a job?

Xiaoling silently memorized the word, and looked up again with a submissive expression.

Just when he thought that the clothes store owner was going to drive them out, he spoke unexpectedly again.

"You should go to Uncle Chen's shop across the street. There are only two young men missing there and the treatment is good. Now I only recruit female workers here."

He waved his hand as a sign to drive them away. He was obviously impatient but still pointed the way for them, and he emphasized the words "very well treated".

Since he didn't say what Uncle Chen's store was, they had no choice but to exit the clothing store and go see for themselves.

Unexpectedly, it was actually a shroud shop.

Is the clothing store opposite the living people's clothing store selling dead people's clothes... And the owner of the clothing store has no intention of disliking bad luck at all.

Xiao Ling thought about it.

He just deliberately took two steps towards the counter before leaving, and saw what the clothing store owner was looking at just now. It was only after looking at that that he realized that they were here to apply for the job.

It was a signboard leaflet. Although he only glanced at it, the content inside had been recorded in his mind verbatim.

The remuneration on the flyer is very attractive. The monthly salary is [-] including food and lodging, and there are vacations every week. There is only morning shift, and the job content is only to help greet customers and take measurements for female customers in the store.

This is not the compensation that a normal clothing store can give, it is simply coaxing people to come to work.

After thinking about it, they had already reached the door of the shroud shop.

This time, without waiting for him to speak, Feng Congmian took the initiative to ask the old man sitting in the back.

The skinny old man was Uncle Chen as the clothes shop owner said, his cloudy but sharp eyes fixed on them, as if he was investigating something.

Xiaoling took a look at the store and found that the items were all exquisitely made. Although they were all for the dead, it could be seen that painstaking effort and effort had been put into them.

This is not only a store that sells shrouds, but also all kinds of things for the dead, and there are many more customers than the clothing store opposite.

They are eagerly picking things, it doesn't look like they are preparing for someone who died at home, but more like they are happily buying gifts for themselves.

Xiaoling was disgusted by her own thoughts, so she simply put her mind on Uncle Chen again.

It seems that these things all came from the hands of this Uncle Chen, because he has not stopped making paper figurines even while talking to Feng Congmian.

Xiaoling stared at Uncle Chen's thin body and the exaggerated deep wrinkles on his face, and silently complained in his heart: Compared with those pale paper figures with too delicate details, the person who made them looked even less like people.

His sunken eye sockets and lifeless expression really give people the illusion that he will die at any time.

It seems that he is talking to you now, and will die in the next second.

He even wondered if the first difficulty for them was Uncle Chen's sudden death, and then they had to face the wrath of other people in the ancient street.

At least for now, this Uncle Chen is extremely popular in the ancient street.

Unlike the owner of the clothing store, he doesn't even need to greet the guests, but the old god is always sitting there, and the guests don't have the slightest dissatisfaction, as if it should be so.

He looked down at the paper figurine in Uncle Chen's hand, feeling more uncomfortable than the lanterns hanging outside.

It was a paper figurine that had just begun to be made, with only a human figure and black hair.

At this moment, Uncle Chen also made a deal with Feng Congmian, completely inconsistent with the stubborn old man's appearance, he easily agreed to Feng Congmian's various requests.

It seems that there is a real shortage of manpower.

Xiaoling looked away as if nothing had happened, and followed Feng Conmian upstairs.

Uncle Chen promised to give them a big bed room with various modern facilities.

That room was upstairs, and there were several other rooms upstairs, all of which looked the same.

Uncle Chen pointed them to the innermost room: "Go there, my room is at the top, please don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

The working conditions here are indeed better than those in clothing stores, with higher wages and the same food and housing.

Xiaoling seemed to have a broken mouth and asked one more question: "What are the other rooms here for?"

Uncle Chen paused when he went downstairs, and he rarely showed his first smile since he saw them: "Those are also staff rooms, and they used to be occupied by people." It's just because of the rocky appearance, his Smiles just make people shudder.

He didn't say why those employees quit, so Xiaoling didn't ask, but just nodded obediently.