"Who hasn't died?" Ye Feng sighed, looking at the experience bars left after level 50.

The experience you have learned after death is hard to describe for ordinary players.

But for a guy like Ye Feng who has a brain disorder, it just takes some boring time. Ordinary people only sleep eight hours a day, but Ye Feng can feel tired at any time.

Ye Feng passed through the square. There were only a few players in the huge square. They were like a god in the night, and they were shuttled slowly on the dim streets of the Diyin City.

Ye Feng raised his head and looked at the clock tower opposite the square. The hour hand was about to point upwards.

No one knew what the weak old man was doing in that dark space at this time.

In front of the old man, a box with unique patterns but elegant and solemn patterns was placed. At the position where it should be locked, a parchment seal sealed the top cover of the box.

"————Cough!" The old man became weaker than before, and the sequelae caused by excessive casting began to appear at this time.

"The original plot shouldn't be like this!" the old man whispered softly. His eyes contained helplessness and unwillingness, but his old face showed weakness, and his ten fingers were trembling slightly, as if he could not bear the weight of the box.

"Since the time limit has come, why not open the seal early now."

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A two-story building with yellow yellow erected next to the fountain on the south side of Diyincheng Square. A mermaid sculpture is vivid in the middle of the fountain. Two players who just looked like lovers who came out of the building were wearing brand new and neat equipment. When they saw a priest dressed in shabby and incomplete equipment, they all showed a look of contempt.

Any piece of clothing will never look extremely glamorous after suffering several God-level skill impacts. What's more, Ye Feng's robe was originally ragged, and there was a broken ring on his hand and no bracelet was worn at all. The position where he should have worn the necklace was now bare and nothing was left.

"Poor ghost!" As he walked past the door, the male player muttered to the woman in a low voice, which immediately attracted a trembling and frivolous smile.

Although "Light" is not the real world, as long as there is humanity, there will be discrimination. Although in "Light", as long as you are willing to work hard, you will always have considerable property, but the poor in reality will always transfer their property unconsciously or helplessly and compensate for the real poverty.

Unfortunately, if these two players were allowed to see a few valuable things in Ye Feng's luggage, they would probably have opened their mouths in surprise and discovered who the real poor is.

Of course, there are still a lot of garbage left in Ye Feng's luggage.

Ye Feng pushed open the wooden door of the small building and walked straight inside.

This is Ye Feng's first time to visit the department store in Diyincheng. The yellowish-colored style is simple and realistic. The NPC inside is also very innocent and has two images of twisted characters. The only disadvantage is that his expression is too cold and his full NPC dressing.

"A Ring of Original Intention, a Skill Necklace, a Newcomer's Medicine Shredder, a Medicine Bowl, a Crimson Heart Staff, and..." Ye Feng entered slowly. In a short few seconds, his conspicuous equipment had attracted the attention of the only players in the store.

In addition to Ye Feng, there are three other players in the store.

Two girls in their twenties, one thief and the other is a archer. Judging from the equipment, they should be close to level 50.

The third player is a woman who can't tell how old she is. She just exudes an elegant temperament from around the snow-white robe, making people feel her softness. Her snow-white plain hands gently hold a blood-red magic stick

Her graceful figure reveals the mature and charm of a woman. Her face is covered with a pink veil. Two star-like eyes on the veil are like the ripples of the waves, full of mysterious charm and temptation, but it is mixed with a hint of sorrow and sorrow. She gives people the feeling of being dignified and holy, like a gentle snow lotus, fragrant and noble.

The three people looked at Ye Feng at the same time. Ye Feng looked very ordinary on the outside, but some people always had an inner temperament that stood out from the group.

Few people buy so many messy items at once, and these items seem to be completely unrelated, and even a lot of equipment repeats the location.

Ye Feng completely ignored the eyes of others. In his eyes, it seemed that there was always only his own affairs. Some people always could completely ignore external things. Although truly noble and polite, they would never care about other people's evaluations.

The woman, like a snow lotus, kept silently watching Ye Feng's every move. Even if it was Ye Feng's fingertip, she was still observing carefully. Her thick eyelashes, accompanied by Ye Feng's every move, made a slight trembling.

"Is it him?" The thief lowered his head, whispered to his white face.

"It's very similar, but Fengye's staff is ice white and light blue." The bowman pursed his lips. She happened to see Ye Feng take a crimson staff from the clerk's hand. No matter how you look at the tiny staff, it is a huge difference from the Viagra and Ice White staff.

"Maybe he has changed his equipment." The thief held one of the archer's hands and leaned gently against her shoulder.

"Observe it." The archer clasped his companion's palm tightly and responded softly.

Ye Feng packed up all the things he had bought, turned around and walked out of the grocery store, and he looked at the big clock in the center of the square. It was still a minute before midnight was coming.

at the same time.

In that deep and indifferent dark space.

The old man seemed to be weaker than a few minutes ago. He trembled his fingers and grabbed the wrinkled parchment. A dark smell, before it could be seen through the elegant lid, made people feel that it was about to spread.

"I, Murfit, will disband the seal of sin."

The old man's old voice was strangely told, and then he unveiled the ancient seal. A faint black mist slowly drifted out of the box. Gradually, the black mist became denser, and what people saw was completely dark and deep, and there was no purer black than this!

The black fog wandered around, and everywhere they went, there were signs of destruction and death. Only the old man and the snow-gun could withstand its destruction.

"————Clang!" The clock of Diyin City rang twelve times.

Twelve strokes, just like twelve months, each stroke has a completely different feeling in the hearing of everyone, frozen, short, fragrant, cheerful, delicate, changeable, light, busy, colorful, harvested, weak and radiant.

The bell is enough to resonate with everyone who hears it.
Chapter completed!