My card is refined [unlimited]

"Disposable props..." Su Mingxuan picked up the "eyeball" and looked at it carefully.

[Seeing a higher dimension] - The definition of "higher" is very vague. Even Su Mingxuan has never seen a creature like an elf in the copy, so naturally he doesn't know what a higher dimension refers to.

He spent some points to ask the system how to use this prop, but found that he couldn't use it at all. If he wanted to use it, he had to look at things through the glass ball, and he couldn't just take off the bandage.

Not to mention himself, this prop is quite tasteless to others, let alone how to fix the ball in front of the eyes, the remarks of this prop are very intriguing.

This one-time prop, is it a one-time prop or the user's eyes?

"I knew the system was a scam, giving people something that people can't use."

"So, is there any reward for this exploration degree?" Su Mingxuan stroked the smooth surface of the sphere, staring at the three words "sellable" for a while, "Sell it to the system?"

Then Su Mingxuan looked at the selling price to the system store - 80 points.

Very good, if you sell it, you still can't earn back the points for charging 0132.

"Take it to the trading street later, to see if I can cheat a player, and by the way, see if there is an item that can repair the soul." Su Mingxuan immediately decided to use this item to cheat others—well, but it can't be said that it is a scam, right? , If you don't have a clear understanding of your own strength, who would buy such an extremely uncertain item?

He casually put the props back into the space, and took out the two unknown crystals obtained in the dungeon.

At that time, it was such a thing that caused his soul to be taken away by the gods. Now when I look at the information of this unknown item again, the sentence "Don't touch it lightly" in the remarks has disappeared, and all the information has become three. question mark.

Is it because he has already left the copy?What if...he touched it again in the copy?

Su Mingxuan coiled two crystals.

After leaving the dungeon, the black lines in the crystal became much darker. The young man thought about it for a while, and decided that it would be better to ignore it for the time being. This is obviously related to the gods. The gods are gone.

With a disgusted face, he threw the thing into the corner of the space, and when he was about to pick up a shielding item to cover it, the back of his hand touched a box.

"Huh?" Su Mingxuan was taken aback, took out the box at hand, and opened it.

The box is just an ordinary wooden box, nothing special, this is the box originally used to put [the container of the gods].

But now, there is nothing in the box, and the things that were originally placed in it are gone.

"Did I... put things somewhere else?" Su Mingxuan reached out again, reaching into the space.

But no, he searched the entire space, but couldn't find it.

Su Mingxuan frowned - he clearly remembered that when he used this token to enter the dungeon, he put it back into the space.

"...Yes, disappeared?" He looked at the box in his hand calmly, "Or..."

"poker."

Su Mingxuan opened his lips and called softly, called out the card, and held it in his hand.Because I was full in the dungeon just now, most of the beasts in the poker were sleeping, and when they came out, the cards moved, but they didn't move.

He raised his hand and took out the blank card. What happened before made him feel inexplicably psychologically shadowed about the blank card, for fear that it would cause some trouble for himself.

I'm just afraid that I'm going to disappoint him, this card of becoming a master just doesn't give him peace for a day - no, it should be said that the god behind it is keen to tease the little pet in his eyes.

--"Guess where I am?"

Su Mingxuan who saw the face of the card: "..."

Well, it would be a mistake to have hope.

The young man jumped off the bed in a jerk, shook his hand, and threw the blank card onto the bed, as if he was facing some kind of scourge, backed up a few steps, got close to the door, grabbed his fingers, looked around nervously, and then turned blank. Looking at the card with an expression.

"Well... Your Majesty." He recalled the words "making gods' containers" in the dungeon. Combined with the name of the item, it is not difficult to imagine that this is a container for the gods. Perhaps, it is made with A tool to leave the copy and enter the main city.

Su Mingxuan stretched his neck, looked at the cards on the bed, and said in a low voice, "Excuse me... are you here?"

There was a sudden silence in the air.

"Your Majesty—?" Su Mingxuan bent slightly, moved closer, and called out again, but the blank card still remained unchanged.

"Master Shenming?" He moved closer.

"Your Majesty?" He moved closer.

Su Mingxuan yelled softly while approaching, until he stood in front of the bed, the words on the blank card did not change.

"Huh..." He breathed out, reached out and quickly picked up the card, stuffed it back into the "poker", and put it back into the space.

It seems that there is a certain limit for the gods to leave the dungeon, and it is estimated that they cannot talk directly-of course, it cannot be ruled out that the gods only come to scare him occasionally when they are interested.

Then this weapon, whether he uses it or not.

Su Mingxuan scratched his hair in annoyance, "Forget it, it seems that the malice towards me is not that serious, so it's fine to block whatever comes."

-

The young man blindfolded, changed into a casual outfit with a hood, and when he put on the hood, covered most of his face, he went out.

The puppeteer didn't know where he was going, and there was no one in the room, so he had to go out by himself.

Su Mingxuan's spirit is still not very good, so he found a shop opened by a player, ate something, and then walked to the trading street - in the dungeon, they don't need to eat, their bodies don't feel hungry, come back After the main city, you need three meals a day, so there will be players who are not good at fighting and spend points to rent a store in the main city, and earn points by selling food.

Because the time for the mandatory dungeon is approaching, there are more people in the trading street, and they all want to find good things that can save their lives. There is, and even if there is, it is expensive.

Su Mingxuan yawned, found a consignment store, and consigned [Elf Eyes], an S-level one-time item, and it cost 100 million points to buy in the system store. This item is too limited, so he just set a 90 Wan, and asked the shopkeeper to check if there are any props that nourish the soul, and left the shop.

"Okay, where are we going now?"

With his hands behind his back, Su Mingxuan walked around in the trading street, visiting this stall and that stall, and walking, he came to the end of the trading street - in front of the divination house.

"Hmm..." Su Mingxuan tapped his thighs a few times with his fingers hanging by his legs, and walked into the divination room.

As soon as he entered the door, there was the numb greeting from the fortune-teller: "It's actually Lai~ Come and sit."

Although there was no purpose in going out this time, since they all came in, Su Mingxuan sat down unceremoniously, and put his hands on the table, "Divinator, this is the first time we have met."

"Where is there." The layers of curtains that were cut off by Surabaya before have been replaced with new ones, and the man wearing a hood similar to Su Mingxuan chuckled a few times behind the scenes, "I still haven't seen it."

"Heh—" Su Mingxuan smiled lowly, "If I want, I can see your face right now."

"I heard that you don't look very good, but your hair is well maintained. Would you like to give me a section?"

"...Ahhh." The fortune teller said in embarrassment, "Not long ago—just before Lai entered the dungeon, Surabaya came to cut off my hair once, and it hasn't grown well yet, so I'm afraid I will disappoint Lai. "

"Oh?" Su Mingxuan uttered a questioning syllable, raised his eyebrows, and said, "How do I feel, you are waiting for me to ask you, what did Surabaya come to see you for?"

"I hate it~ How can I be so bad." The fortune teller waved his hands in a "shy" way, just like a little girl acting like a baby to her boyfriend, but it's a pity that doing this on a man is really disgusting. "I still have professional ethics. How could I casually disclose the information of the guests?"

"Okay, stop pretending. Although I don't know you that well, I know the similarities between each player." Su Mingxuan got up, opened layers of curtains, and approached inside.

There are chairs outside the curtain, and there are chairs inside the curtain.There was a sweet smile on the corner of the fortune teller's mouth, and the eyes under the hood were watching Su Mingxuan sitting opposite him.

"It must be the same for you." Su Mingxuan leaned on the back of the chair and raised his legs, "As long as there are enough interests, the so-called professional ethics is instantly a dispensable thing."

"I am, and so are you."

"..." The fortune teller raised his hand, smoothed his long hair that was hanging down, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Su Mingxuan.

"But of course I didn't come to ask you this," Su Mingxuan said slowly, "So, your professional ethics is still there for now."

"I'm just here to find an answer."

The young man got up slightly, leaned against the table, lowered his head, and 'looked' at the fortune-teller.

"Container... what is it?"

This kind of looking down from above gave a strong sense of oppression, Su Mingxuan raised his aura little by little, and pressed towards the fortune-teller.

If it were an ordinary player, I'm afraid they would kneel directly at Su Mingxuan's feet - not everyone can bear the aura of No.1, it's from one copy after another, accumulated between countless crises of.

But the fortune teller just smiled, resting his chin on the back of his hand, tilted his head, and said, "If you ask me a question, you will be paid."

"..." Su Mingxuan's whole body relaxed, and he sat back down again, leaning on the chair relaxedly, "I know you don't want points, so what do you want?"

"Well—" the fortune-teller murmured, "Why don't you, Lai, show me the things first."

After he finished speaking, a piece of wood larger than his palm was slapped on the table by the other party.

Su Mingxuan: "How about this?"

It was the piece he broke off the door of the "slaughterhouse."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-01-0715:44:56~2021-01-0723:55:25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Jiuge;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!