Walking into the spacious shop, there was only a butter candle as thick as an arm inside, and the light was dim, making the shop particularly dark.
The Chuyang, which just rises in the morning, cannot shine directly into the store. It is as dark as twilight, and the decoration inside is a bit old, revealing a bit of ancient flavor.
After entering, no one came forward to greet Ye Feng.
He was so happy that he was free and casually looking at the items displayed inside, all kinds of maps.
There are all kinds of animal skins, paper, woodcuts, crystals, everything, it seems... I came to the right place.
After a while, Ye Feng, who nodded slightly, walked slowly towards the counter.
As soon as he entered the store, he felt that behind the dim counter, the only living person in the store was the only living person in the store, and an old man was lowering his head and carefully making a map.
The old man with gray hair is quite old and his face is full of wrinkles, but his fingers holding the brush are steady and powerful, with clear lines born in the pen.
In such a dim environment, he can still make maps so clearly, which makes Ye Feng feel that he is not very human.
"Old sir, can you give me a detailed map of the Demon God Mountains?" When he walked to the counter, Ye Feng looked at the old face who was dedicated to making the map and asked politely.
No one replied to him.
The old man seemed to be immersed in his own world, neither looking up nor speaking.
Seeing this, Ye Feng looked helpless. No wonder the shops next to him were doing very well. However, this store occupied such a large area, but the house was neglected. It turned out that the shopkeeper of this store didn't look like a businessman at all.
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No one paid attention, why should I stay here? He hesitated for a while and was about to leave, but at this moment, it seemed that the map had been made, and an old and hoarse voice finally came from behind the counter.
"You want to buy a map of the Demon God Mountains? Young man, there are monsters inside the mountain range, ten of them enter, and at least eight corpses are not there. It is definitely not a fun place. The old man advises you to leave quickly..."
"..." Ye Feng was speechless for a moment.
I just wanted to buy a map, but the shopkeeper actually persuaded me to leave?
Is he doing business like this?
"Sorry... I have important things to do when I go down the mountain range. If you have a map, I will sell me one. If you have other things, I will make the decision on my other things." Ye Feng replied in a deep voice.
"Since that's the case, the old man won't say much. All the maps are on the counter, so choose them yourself."
The old man continued to lower his head without hesitation, stood up and greeted Ye Feng, and introduced him to his meaning.
Ye Feng felt a little curious about this strange-looking old shopkeeper. After taking a closer look, he frowned slightly, and a solemn look flashed deep in Ye Feng's eyes.
Ye Feng faintly sensed a powerful Yuan power fluctuation slowly flowing on this old man who looked very old. Although he could not confirm this person's cultivation level, he gave Ye Feng the feeling that this old man was at least at least the ninth level of the virtual realm.
The degree of solidification of the Yuanli is even comparable to that of the half-step King Realm.
It was also thanks to Ye Feng's strong mental power that he realized this.
A warrior from the ninth level of the Void Realm opened a mysterious map shop in this small town? This is really strange... Could it be that the old man wants to live in seclusion here and be a hermit?
But behind the town is the mountain of demon gods full of dangers. Although a large-scale beast tide has not erupted for a long time, even if you want to retire, no one will choose such a place.
Ordinary hermits will look for famous mountains and rivers with high concentration of heaven and earth, and open up a cave or something.
This mysterious old man with great cultivation is willing to be a cartographer in this small town with scarce vitality, which really puzzled Ye Feng.
Forget it, maybe this person has some special hobbies.
As long as it is not coming to intercept the warriors of his Demon Sect.
Ye Feng did not sense the existence of demonic energy from the old man. Seeing that the old man lowered his head and began to draw the map, he did not make any trouble to disturb him. He turned around and continued to search for something suitable for him in the spacious store.
He picked up a map of the outer periphery of the Demon God Mountains, and Ye Feng looked at it with interest. The clear routes and signs on the map made him very satisfied.
He held it in his hand and searched for a few maps of the outer and even the central areas. After watching for a while, he could never find any maps of the inner and even the core areas.
Ye Feng couldn't help but frowned slightly, turned around and walked to a wooden shelf that looked very old in the corner of the store.
This bookshelves, which is already covered with hollows, emits a trace of rotten wood, which is obviously a bit old.
There are layers of yellowed old pictures piled up on it. Many of these pictures have been broken and broken, and some are like failed items and are incomplete.
His palms flipped through these yellowed maps at will, and there was a faint smell of mold coming to his face, which made Ye Feng frown suddenly.
He was about to turn around and leave, but a stack of damaged maps fell from the bookshelf. He bent down slightly and picked up the stack of damaged maps. He did not pay too much attention and was about to put it back to its original position.
Suddenly, a broken picture the size of a palm was revealed from this stack of moldy maps.
"Hmm? This is..."
A trace of golden light flashed faintly in the picture of the slap, attracting Ye Feng's attention.
But at this moment, the Fantasy Dance Demon, who was supposed to sleep in the Nine Jue Heaven Monument, suddenly made a reminder, which shocked Ye Feng.
"Little brother, you must get this picture. I didn't expect that in the past so many years, you have found... the rest of the article..."
"The broken chapter? What kind of broken chapter is this broken chapter?"
Ye Feng asked with a little confusion, but did not receive a reply from Fantasy Dance Demon. He held the pile of broken maps in his hand, lowered his head and carefully looked at the fragments as big as a palm.
Ye Feng couldn't see the good thing that the fantasy dance goddess said no matter what. Her mental power penetrated into it, and she seemed like an ordinary piece of paper and books, except for those curved mysterious lines and particularly strong
No more than musty smell.
However, Fantasy Dance Demon is a spiritual demon who has lived for tens of thousands of years. Since she said it was a broken article, it should be a broken article.
Suppressing his curiosity, he took this thick stack of broken pictures and walked towards the old man who seemed to have been standing up behind the counter.
The mysterious old man's attitude was still a little indifferent.
Ye Feng looked at him with a look of unpredictability, but now he has something to ask for, so he can only put the few maps he had previously seen and the last stack of damaged pictures on the counter carefully.
He asked, "Old sir, I've asked for all these pictures, please offer a price."
If he alone proposed to buy the broken picture, such a strange move would definitely attract the attention of the mysterious old man.
Although Ye Feng didn't know what was recorded in the broken article, he might have alarmed the mysterious fantasy dance demon, and it seems that it was not an ordinary thing.
Specialized in skills.
I can't see through what it is, but this mysterious old man is doing this job. If he sees through it with such obvious tips, it would be very unbeautiful.
Therefore, Ye Feng could only buy all the broken maps that were moldy...