Please ask the dream.

Chapter 298: A mentally ill person has broad thinking?
[Operation ends, perfect tactics]

[Node settlement: Fantasy +3]

[Drop extraction in progress...]

[You got compressed biscuits (white)]

"Ah?" When Feng Xue saw the compressed biscuits, he immediately wanted to construct the Philosopher's Stone to avoid waste. Then he realized that he could not use the construction technique in the node selection interface. He could only watch the 10 san points being wasted.

"Tsk, it seems that I can't raise the san value to the maximum in the future. It's best to keep a gap of 10 to 20 points to avoid waste." Feng Xue complained secretly in his heart, and then began to sort out the gains from the previous battle.

"The Gospel of Judas is mediocre as a weapon, and the barrier is also average, but the short-distance teleportation is really interesting. Memorizing the feeling of space jumping will be very valuable for developing Dead River... But then again, it seems that there are more than just the few monsters in Dead River that I killed with my own hands before. In other words, if I don't enter the node, the monsters killed by the character cards in the exploration content will also be collected in Dead River? But that's right, if Squinty Eyes can cross nodes, there's no reason why Dead River can't."

Feng Xue shook his head and ignored the question. After all, the large number of creatures in the Dead River would only benefit him. Now, every extra life in the Dead River would make it easier for him to understand the power of the Dead River. At the same time, it would also allow him to have more trial and error costs in the final battle. It was not a loss no matter how you looked at it.

"Come on, let me see who to fight next!"

After roughly organizing his gains, Feng Xue refocused his attention, casually clicked on an unknown node, and then -

[Because of your crime of killing the priest, you and your companions were imprisoned by the Temple Army. In the cell of the temple, you met a cellmate with a gray beard. Facing this old man, going to prison is like going home, so you decided——]

[1. Exchange skills with fellow inmates]

[2. Sharing experiences with fellow inmates]

[3. Waiting for the change of fate]

"I take back what I said before. I am indeed the 'Innate Enlightened Holy Body'..." Feng Xue couldn't help but complain when he saw that he had completed his second imprisonment in just two levels. With only one cellmate, the probability of encountering someone with the skills he needed was really low. Moreover, he was not sure whether this old man was an NPC or an architect who had entered the dream like his two teammates.

Considering that letting the character cards exchange experiences might reveal their own information, Feng Xue finally chose three.

Then, the picture blurred, Feng Xue was slightly stunned, and found himself sitting in a stone-carved prison, and Su Xiaowei was still mumbling beside him -

"Are you mentally ill? I told you that the man had the mark of sin of the Manila people, and you still did it..."

"Okay, okay, maybe Jojo doesn't know about the Mark of Sin? After all, it has been more than three hundred years since the cult was destroyed by Shinra. Who would have thought that he would meet the Priest of Sin in such a remote place..." Luo Tian was helping Feng Xue to make up for it, but Feng Xue's eyes were searching in the prison. Soon, he locked onto the "old man" in the corner, who was hard to find without careful observation.

This was an old man with skin as rough as rock, estimated to be in his sixties, with only a rag on his body. His shoulders were pierced by iron chains, and several daggers with feather-like patterns engraved on the handles were stuck in his body. Thick black blood scabs were constantly oozing sticky blood, but what was strange was that the old man did not look like he was in pain.

As if they noticed Feng Xue's gaze, the two of them shut their mouths, but before they could think about how to communicate, they were surprised to see Feng Xue stand up.

"Zhao, don't..." Su Xiaowei knew her teammate was going to get angry again, and she wanted to stop him. However, to her surprise, this time, the teammate did not suddenly say "die for me", but walked up to the old man quickly and said:
"Old man, do you need me to give you a quick death?"

"I told you not to be impulsive! This is obviously the prophet's hut!" Su Xiaowei quickly caught up and spoke using G·I particles, but Feng Xue turned a deaf ear to her and just waited quietly for the old man's reply.

"If possible, I would rather you ask me 'Do you need help'..." The old man's voice was weak, but from the joking tone, it can be seen that he has not reached the end of his rope.

"What help do you want?" Su Xiaowei, who was afraid that Feng Xue would "die for me" again, asked hurriedly. The old man glanced at Su Xiaowei, then looked at Luo Tian who was walking over, and finally turned his gaze back to Feng Xue and said:
"I'm curious, what price did you pay for the 'snake'?"

"Oh?" Feng Xue's narrowed eyes seemed to flash with a gleam of light:
"Do you want it? If you can offer a suitable reward, it's not impossible to exchange it."

"Although I really want to know, I hope you can save me rather than doing that..." There was still a hint of cynicism in the old man's tone. Seeing this, Feng Xue immediately reached out and pulled out a dagger.

The moment the dagger left the body, the wound on the old man's body that looked like it was about to rot healed quickly. Feng Xue held the dagger, but frowned slightly, because he found that this thing was not like the sword he had obtained before, which could enable him to gain the understanding of "structure sword".

"Don't waste your energy. This is a torture device belonging to Eagle. Without his permission, you cannot read the power inside."

Seeing Feng Xue's subtle expression, the old man immediately spoke up to remind him. Feng Xue did not disbelieve it, but secretly tried to decompose it using alchemy, but failed as expected.

Six or seven daggers were thrown on the ground. Luo Tian, ​​who had come close, rolled his eyes and said:

"You don't want these? Can I try them?"

"Whatever." Feng Xue waved his hand indifferently and began to think about the iron chain that pierced his scapula. Although this thing was stronger than he imagined, the simple defense was meaningless in the face of the deepening damage of the white album!

So, in the eyes of his two companions, this neurotic teammate suddenly started singing for no apparent reason, got angry halfway through the song, and then, the chains broke along with the prison wall.

"Thank you very much for your help. I have a small gift here, I hope you will accept it."

The old man who was freed from the chains instantly became full of energy and took out three flames like a magician.

Two small ones flew towards Luo Tian and Su Xiaowei, but Feng Xue interrupted them:
"Wait a minute, I want to raise the bet!"

“???” It seemed that the old man encountered this situation for the first time. The flame that was about to be pushed out paused. Then, he saw Feng Xue stuff a ruby ​​into his hand.

"Ah this..."

The old man looked at the ruby, and was completely stunned. He scratched his head and struggled for a long time before finally taking out a piece of ore from his arms. He placed it in Feng Xue's hand with great care and warned:
"That guy on the mountain has a very bad temper. Don't let him see you have this thing, and don't tell him you have seen me!"

After saying this, without waiting for Feng Xue to say anything else, the old man turned into a pile of mud and merged into the earth with a snap.

Feng Xue's consciousness was ejected from the node, and behind him, two teammates who were delighted to get something good were staring at this scene in amazement.

“So you can bribe the prophet to get better things in the Prophet’s Hut?”

(End of this chapter)