Chapter 50

[Hahahahaha, famous scene!]

[The scene I'm looking forward to the most is here! Look at their expressions, they're all dumbfounded.]

[I definitely won't say that their expressions are the same as when they saw the magician perform a day.jpg]

Other than the Zong Jiu's team, who had already experienced the magician's live performance, the other trainees' eyes widened like copper bells. They looked as if they had seen a ghost.

Cao Hongtao's voice trembled. "You, you, you, you … Where did you get it from?"

He suddenly turned around to look at the fruit platter below the clay Buddha. The fruits and tributes were still there. Not a single one was missing.

"What are you looking at?" The Zong Jiu was unhappy. "Look at the apple in my hand. It's big and round. How can it be the same as the shriveled peels?"

As he spoke, he used his index finger to push against the sunken part of the apple. He spun it twice like a basketball, allowing everyone to take a good look at it. They could clearly see the fresh and juicy skin and the fragrance of the fruits.

"Such a big apple is worth two. Eating it will restore at least thirty hunger points. It's a green fruit that's non-toxic and harmless. It's a fair trade. "

Just then, the newbies who had gone to the back of the mourning hall to carry the coffin returned.

The seniors were self-conscious about this kind of physical work. None of them were willing to do it, so the newbies on the Zong Jiu's side took over.

Not to mention other things, the vermilion coffin was heavy enough. It was so wide that it would take two people to wrap their arms around it. It took several people to lift it. After everyone worked together to place the coffin on the ground of the temple's main hall, the coffin made a dull thud and landed steadily.

The newbies clapped their hands and quickly came up to help with the promotion. "That's right. Brother Jiu's apples are filling. Eating one is equivalent to eating half a meal."

"That's right. It's as delicious as just plucked from the tree. It's fresh and crispy. I'm willing to call it the most delicious fruit in the world!"

They cooperated with the Zong Jiu to promote for a while. They saw that the seniors on the other side were still suspicious. It was obvious that they didn't believe it.

Anthony sneered. "One apple for one thousand survival points. That's too much. Why don't you go rob a bank?"

Zong Jiu said innocently, "Aren't I robbing … Ah no, buddy, have you ever heard of demand exceeding supply?"

"We're currently in the Famine Instance Dungeon. I don't think I need to tell you how precious an apple is in this situation, do I? Since it's something that can prolong one's life, do you think that your lives aren't worth this price? "

This rhetorical question left everyone speechless.

[I heard it! Magician just said that he was ripping people off!]

[I heard it too! I can testify! Hahaha, I'm not the one making money, but why am I so happy?]

[A mole is actually so conscientious in helping ordinary people. It's not right to not give him survival points.]

[Again, I really want to see their reaction when they find out that Magician is the mole. jpg]

"Forget it, I gave you guys a friendly price because you guys are old and have a lot of survival points."

The white-haired youth raised his eyebrows. "Since you don't want it, then I can only help the newcomers."

With that, he turned around and said, "Come, come, come. Brothers, it's time for dinner. What do you want to eat today?"

The newcomers excitedly chattered. "Guava!"

"Jackfruit!" "Grapes!" "Grapefruit!" "Mango, forever divine!"

The old men were dumbfounded as they watched the white-haired Magician's fingertips casually twirl in the air. Every time he jumped, he brought out a different type of fruit. Every time one appeared, the newcomers would clap and cheer wildly. The scene was extremely lively.

"Is this … a special tool?" an old man asked uncertainly.

Even the knowledgeable old men had never seen such a scene. How could there be such a trashy special tool whose only function was to bring out fruits one by one? Good heavens.

They looked at the newcomers with disdain as they swallowed their saliva uncontrollably.

The few people who were fighting for the chaff felt that the hard rice in their hands was no longer fragrant. Everyone's eyes were focused on the Magician who was immersed in his performance in the middle.

Lin Guoxing narrowed his eyes.

Since he didn't speak, the old men would naturally speak up.

Cao Hongtao said sourly, "Hey, didn't you just say that an apple costs a thousand survival points? Why can they eat it without paying?"

Zong Jiu said, "They call me Big Brother. It's only right for a Big Brother to give food to his underlings. Are you going to call me Big Brother too?"

Cao Hongtao's face turned red, then white, then red again.

With his esteemed status as a B-level trainee, he naturally couldn't call a C-level newcomer Big Brother, no matter how much potential the newcomer had.

Even if he didn't call him Big Brother, it didn't mean that the others around him wouldn't call him Big Brother.

His hunger value decreased too quickly. In the short time it took to communicate, it decreased by five points.

A C-level old man was so hungry that he called him Big Brother while trembling.

What was even funnier was that Zong Jiu subconsciously responded.

The bullet screen was going crazy with laughter.

[I can't take it anymore. I'm going to die from laughter. The Magician is really a talent.]

[It's time to poke fun at these old men. We're in a life and death situation. If they help you, it's a favor. If they don't, it's their duty. What's wrong with bartering? It's good enough that they can eat.]

[That's right. We've already restarted the instance. If we delay any longer, we might be wiped out. I didn't expect the old man to still be so arrogant.]

[Quick, quick, quick. I want to see all the old men call the C-level Big Brother Mole. GKD!]

Since he agreed, Zong Jiu couldn't take advantage of this Big Brother for nothing.

He was silent for a while before he took out an apple and handed it over. The old man nodded and bowed. He took the apple and bit into it.

When people were extremely hungry, the food they ate would be exceptionally delicious.

Thus, the C-level old man immediately gave up and said that it was the best apple he had ever eaten.

This time, the other old men were also tempted.

Hunger was the most unbearable punishment. It tightened everyone's stomach and made it difficult to breathe. As the saying goes, food is the most important thing for people. If the sky was about to collapse, who would care about anything else?

Unfortunately, the next old man who shamelessly called him Big Brother didn't get an apple.

He stomped his feet in anger. "Why? I called him Big Brother Mole too!"

Zong Jiu said seriously, "The discount is limited to one person. If everyone calls me Big Brother Mole, then I won't be able to do business anymore."

Azan put away the Spirit Summoning Pagoda.

He walked up and directly traded five thousand survival points with Zong Jiu and took five apples.

"Did you see that? The boss didn't beat around the bush. He just traded."

Zong Jiu shrugged. "Everyone, think carefully. Life and death can be decided by a single thought. Now is not the time to be stingy with survival points."

That was true.

Although the old men were angry, they couldn't say anything when their stomachs were growling. They pinched their noses and queued up to trade.

Zong Jiu looked at the survival points in his account and felt extremely satisfied.

He strengthened his hands and eyes, and exchanged them for a bunch of miscellaneous items. His one million chips were all gone. His next goal was to find a deck of poker cards to strengthen. It would be best if he could strengthen it to the point where it could even damage supernatural beings.

However, to strengthen it to that level, he would need a large number of survival points. Moreover, the strengthening used consumable items that couldn't be recycled. Zong Jiu wanted to save up some survival points to strengthen a deck of cards and save them for later use.

Now, the enhanced survival points were delivered to his doorstep. Wasn't that great?

After a round of trading, Anthony finally came up with a sour expression.

Zong Jiu didn't even raise his head. "Two thousand points each."

This was a blatant provocation. Who would take it lying down?

Anthony the Barbarian couldn't take it.

The half-vampire sneered. One of his hands turned into a claw, while the other hand's black nails grew rapidly. He was going to snatch Magician's left hand.

Without any warning, Anthony moved as fast as lightning. A normal human eye would only be able to catch a blur.

Zong Jiu was different. His dynamic vision was at the peak of perfection, so he naturally saw through Anthony's small movements.

The white-haired youth took a step back and dodged Anthony's first attack. Then, there was the sound of a poker card breaking through the air.

The two fought in the temple. In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged more than ten moves.

[Wait, they're fighting over an apple?]

[Anthony doesn't even have two thousand survival points. Light candle.jpg]

[Of course he does. It's just that Magician provoked him. With his explosive personality, it would be strange if he could take it lying down.]

[My focus is on the fact that Magician was able to fight to a draw with the second-in-command of the Night Clan. Tsk — the one million points in Las Vegas weren't given to him for nothing. After this, Magician will probably be able to reach A-level.]

[What Level A? Be bold, Level S. (Loud)]

Because of the rules of the main system, the two didn't go for the kill.

Anthony's target was the apple, while Zong Jiu's target was —

He saw an opening and changed his move, quickly chopping forward.

Because of this movement, Zong Jiu's waist pocket was slightly opened. From Anthony's angle, he could see a yellow talisman in the corner.

Just as Anthony was in a daze, the white-haired young man's palm wind swept over his head without any deviation.

He touched it.

It was cold and hard to the touch. It was almost incomparable to any known silk thread. Instead, it was more like a piano thread with a special toughness.

And there were two threads on Anthony's head.

Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes and exerted force in his palm.

The half-vampire, who had been aggressive, suddenly staggered.

He couldn't even maintain his balance. He staggered back two steps before he found his bearings. Then, he glared at Zong Jiu. "What did you do?"

Two threads, which meant that he only had the ability to read memories and implant subconscious. He hadn't reached the level of control.

No wonder the demon's control was undetectable. Good lord, it was a gradual process.

Zong Jiu didn't answer. Instead, he silently let go of his hand.

Two threads that could not be seen but could only be touched slipped away from his hands and disappeared into thin air.

The moment he tore off the puppet threads, the feeling of being watched intensified and rushed to the top of his head.

The white-haired youth's eyes slowly swept across everyone present and finally fixed on a certain spot.

Lin Guoxing put his hands in his pockets and slowly stood up from the wall.

He touched his lips and revealed a smile that sent chills down people's spines.

Zong Jiu could read lips.

He was clearly saying, "What a nice surprise."