The double overdrawn of physical and mental health made Zhang He sleep for two nights and one day.

It was the third day when he left the ‘meditation room’, not the second day he thought he had made the time wrong.

But, so what?

What I said was, "I'll talk about it tomorrow," and I didn't promise anything.

"2 gold pounds." Zhang He insisted, and made a move and was about to leave again.

Adam didn't feel angry, but laughed happily: "Okay, just 2 gold pounds."

Knowing that the other party was wrong about the time, Adam's mood immediately turned from yin to sunny.

"I want to be friends with you and meet again, Adam, from Bach Village." Adam said with his hand.

"Red Eye, Far East... Homeless."

Zhang He found a suitable ‘freelancer’ for himself.

"Chitong, you are preparing for advancement." Seeing Zhang He leaving, Adam quickly grabbed the four corners of the stall with his hands and followed up with a bag.

"yes."

"What inscription are you going to choose? Look at mine..." Adam raised his right arm, pulled open his sleeve, and the red tattoo appeared.

"The power of the world makes me strong enough to kill a cow."

Awesome; I'm so thankful!

"Is there anything wrong?" Zhang He stopped in front of the passage.

The other party kept following him, and it felt strange.

"No... no, I, I just want to make friends with you." Adam's eyes were as clear as the blue sky, full of sincerity and desire.

"Do you like making friends?" Zhang He said.

Adam lowered his head with a dull look and murmured, "Actually, I have no friends."

"It's there today." Zhang He patted his shoulder hard and walked into the passage: "Don't follow me again, see you again if you have a chance."

After getting the core, he couldn't wait to advance.

"Hahaha, I have friends." Outside the passage, Adam jumped and jumped like a child.

Or, he was a child.

Back at the rest room, Zhang He found a... goblin standing at the door?

The pointed ears, ugly face, short head and curled limbs make it look particularly funny.

"Hehe... Dear Mr. Hunter, my name is Sherlock, and I am the butler here. You can call me Lock."

"What do you mean here?" Zhang He had a vague premonition.

"The Hunter's House, including the room where you rest... all come at a price, I think you should know." Sherlock said with a smile.

Its eyes as big as mung beans were full of greed and cunning.

"You are here to collect the room fee." Zhang He understood.

"You are so smart and... generous." Looking at his shoulders that were turning in his fingertips, Sherlock's gaze could no longer move.

Money is equivalent to his eternal life.

Life will decay, and money will be eternal!

"How long can I live?" Zhang He was not in a hurry to hand over the money to the other party.

Just looking at Sherlock's face, the pupils of Dou Ding that rotate with the golden pound are enough to perfectly interpret the word "greed".

"5…3 days, 1 gold pound can make you stay for another 3 days."

Zhang He has been living there for two days. Although the union has waived the money, he himself would not know that Sherlock couldn't bear the gold pound.

These lucky people can get at least 10 gold pounds.

Just 1 gold pound is not a loss for him...

If she could get 10 gold pounds, sherlock's eyes lit up countless Venus.

“2 weeks.”

"No, this is absolutely impossible." Sherlock cried out with a headache, which was simply killing him.

The golden pound that had turned his fingertips disappeared, Zhang He murmured: "It's better to go to the sleeping hall, you just need to buy a warm piece of clothing..."

"5 days, you have 5 days off. Locke gave away the previous time. This is Locke's greatest sincerity..."

Sherlock's painful face was twisted, the disappearing gold pound was taking his life, and the suffocation of lack of oxygen made his heart beat faster.

"7 days." The golden pound jumped, and Sherlock came back alive.

“5 days.”

Her lips were about to be worn out by the sharp teeth, and Sherlock seemed to have made some determination to take out the parchment from his worn pocket.

"Locke gives you...ancient inscriptions." Sherlock stopped talking, just stared at the golden pound.

"Trade." With a flash of finger, the gold pound was thrown high and fell into his hand.

Sherlock threw the parchment to him casually, holding the gold pound in both hands and blew it carefully, as if to remove the floating dust from it.

No longer paying attention to the goblins who were asking for money, Zhang He pushed open the door and walked into the room, put the bag containing 5 cores on the table, and opened the parchment roll.

...

...

Half an hour later, Zhang He rubbed his slightly swollen head, not sure whether he had been cheated or made a profit.

The parchment sherlock gave him was crazy.

Zhang He originally thought that the "will honing method" was crazy enough, but compared with the things recorded in the parchment, it was not worth mentioning at all.

Use a special method to engrave it inside the body.

The body referred to here is not just a description, but look at the pupils, organs, bones, heart... and even soul mentioned above.

Crazy, it's crazy.

After putting away the sheepskin rolls, Zhang He decided to complete the advancement first.

No matter what decision he makes, he must personally feel the living inscriptions and then consider these issues.

What's more, if you want to go to the library, you can only become a formal hunter.

Walking along the passage on the left to the end, a stone door appeared in front of Zhang He, and a table was placed in front of him.

A hunter sat behind the table, silent and lonely.

"I'm here to advance." Zhang He said to the hunter.

The other party looked up at him, his lonely eyes made people look down.

He reached out and pressed his hand on the stone door and pushed it hard to the right. The stone door weighing a thousand pounds rolled into the wall.

Inside is an empty stone cave, wearing a cloak, with a hunched back, and a staggering figure flipping through books in front of the bookshelf against the wall.

"Child, come in!" A decadent voice came.

Zhang He walked into the stone cave and the stone door closed.

"I'm here to advance, sir..." Zhang He said softly.

This place feels dark and depressing, and is out of place with the outside world.

"The people who come here are all for advancement. What is your choice?" The mysterious man turned around, and his boring white hair fell down from his hood.

There was only one inscriptionist in the room, and the walls were surrounded by bookshelf, filled with various books.

On the table in front of the bookshelf, various tools were piled up in a mess.

In the center of the cave, which is on the ground in front of Zhang He, there was a raised circular altar, and the inscriptionist gestured to him to sit on it.

"Are there any choice? I'm a newcomer." Zhang He asked modestly.

"Most people choose basic power, speed, or solid."

"The former can enhance your strength, speed and reaction, while the latter can enhance your body, the effect is worse, but more comprehensive..."

The inscriptionist stopped, and the light illuminated by his pupils under his hood was like a mad scientist seeing the most precious and scarce experimental material.
Chapter completed!