close to death

After inquiring about several players, Ling Yun finally came to a blacksmith shop.

"Is this the best blacksmith shop in Scarlet City?"

The scorching air rushed towards us, and to the west were five giant melting furnaces, with red molten iron and sparks splashing everywhere. Dozens of shirtless men wielded hammers, clanging into one piece.

On the east side of a five-storey attic, there is a two-foot-long red lacquer and gold plaque hanging on the door, "Longji Blacksmith Shop", entering the lobby, there are sharp weapons and solid armored boots everywhere.

Ling Yun was shocked. Among these weapons, there were quite a few silver-level equipment, and even a few gold-level equipment. As long as you have gold coins, you can choose any weapon here. The price is much more expensive than the market.

To be able to create gold-level equipment, it seems that the number one weapon master in Scarlet City must be here.

Seeing a customer coming, the shopkeeper greeted him with a smile, "Sir, do you need any help?"

"I want to repair this weapon," Ling Yun put the Destruction Blade on the counter.

The shining light instantly coated the hall with a layer of silvery white. Even if it is just a broken blade of destruction, it is enough to eclipse all the weapons present.

The shopkeeper's eyes were straightened, he had seen a lot of things, and at a glance, he knew that this dagger was not ordinary, so he hurriedly put on his reading glasses, and held it carefully in his hand, "Uh, this... this... Gentleman, wait a moment, I will ask the shopkeeper for instructions."

Ling Yun found a chair and leaned comfortably on it, looking at all kinds of equipment and weapons around him.

In the space of half a pack of cigarettes, the shopkeeper walked over accompanied by a white, fat middle-aged man. Seeing the shopkeeper's humble appearance, Ling Yun knew that the master had arrived.

"Uh, sir, I heard that you have a top-quality weapon that needs to be repaired," said the fat middle-aged man wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, but he still couldn't conceal the businessman's shrewdness in his eyes.

Ling Yun stood up, "Well, there is a dagger, as long as you can repair it, the price is negotiable," and handed the Destruction Blade to it.

The store owner's face changed drastically when he saw the back, his eyes almost fell off the bridge of his nose, "Yes, yes, it's really a magical weapon, but the shop's ability is limited, and it's impossible to repair this weapon with its current strength,"

"It can't be repaired." Are you a pig? Ling Yun was so angry that he almost cursed, and forced to suppress the anger in his heart, "You make a condition, as long as I can do it, I will do it."

The fat shopkeeper smiled, "Hehe, sir, you have misunderstood me. Let's be smart and don't say dark words. The quality of this dagger is definitely above the five-color holy level. Our forging technology is the highest to create a purple ghost weapon." , and it’s only rare,” he adjusted his glasses, and pushed back the blade of destruction in his hand, “It’s embarrassing for you to come here with such a dagger.”

There was no other way, Ling Yun had no choice but to put away the dagger, recalling the task above, he could not help but sigh, "Oh, it seems that this is not the place we are looking for yet,"

"Sir, please go slowly, but I know there is a place that seems to be able to repair your dagger," the fat shopkeeper unexpectedly chased after him.

"Really," Ling Yun was overjoyed, "Where is that man, can you take me there?"

The fat shopkeeper pointed to the opposite side of the shop, "Uh, that's right there, but it's up to you whether that old guy can repair your weapon for you."

"Well, thank you," thanked the shopkeeper, Ling Yun turned around and looked at the place he pointed, and was suddenly dumbfounded.

It was a dilapidated earthen house, the tiles on the roof were riddled with holes, and it seemed that a gust of wind could blow the roof off.

"In such a dilapidated house, people can live in it. It is estimated that beggars live better than him," Ling Yun muttered to himself, walking towards the hut.

It was a door made of two broken door panels, covered with oil stains, the door was ajar, and there was a loud snoring sound from inside.

Boom boom boom. ． ．Knocked on the door several times, but no one answered.

Ling Yun was a little annoyed. Could it be that all the old NPCs in the game have a strange temper.

Boom boom boom. ． ．This time I used some strength with my hand, but when my hand knocked on the door again, it fell through.

With a bang, the door panel fell to the ground with a bang, splashing a cloud of dust.

"Aww," a big tabby cat jumped out of the house, scaring Ling Yun into a cold sweat.

An old man was lying on the three-legged bamboo bed. He shuddered all over and got up suddenly. The bamboo bed was tilted, and he rolled on the ground.

"Ouch..." The old man stood up with his waist supported, his face was full of anger, his beard was so angry that it almost raised his eyebrows, "that bastard interrupted my rest.

With a bitter face, Ling Yun hurried forward to make amends, "Old man, I'm really sorry just now,"

"Hmph, it's fine to be sorry," the old man patted the dust off his body, "If you break my door, you will have to pay for it,"

"How much?" As soon as money was mentioned, Ling Yun's back stiffened. There was nothing else these days, only gold coins were left.

The old man held out a palm.

"Oh, five gold coins, not much, not much," Ling Yun handed out a gold coin casually, "This is ten gold coins, and the rest will be used as an apology to the old man."

Unexpectedly, the old man waved his hand and didn't even look at the ten gold coins.

"Could it be less?" Ling Yun took out fifty gold coins, "Is this the head office?"

The old man still shook his head, "Five hundred gold coins, I will call the police if it is less than one cent, I will call [-], and I will sue you for breaking into a private house and committing murder with a knife,"

"Just your broken pair..." Ling Yun pointed at the broken door panel, so angry that his fingers trembled for a long time, but he didn't say a word.

Do you think that broken wooden board was trimmed with gold? Ling Yun swallowed the words abruptly. Now that he has something to ask for, this dumb man seems to be determined.

Reluctantly, he took out five hundred gold coins and handed them to the old man, "It's all right, right?"

"Well, it's not bad, you're a good kid," the old man looked at Ling Yun with a smile, as if he was looking at someone who was taken advantage of.

"Old man, I still have something to ask. I don't know if your old man is free." After giving the money, it would be a big loss if you don't do business.

The old man shook his head, turned around and lay back on his three-legged bamboo bed, "No time, no time, I want to sleep now,"

"You..." If it wasn't for the mission, Ling Yun would have pulled out his Nepalese army knife and torn his old bones into a pile of rubbish.

The snoring sounded again, and Ling Yun stood in the room blankly, the feeling was really unbearable.

"Fuck, the one next door to Spicy, hacked my money, and still sleeps so peacefully," Ling Yun grew angrier as he thought about it, and held Barrett in his hands, "Isn't it just a broken task, at worst, I won't do it."

Ling Yun has such a bad temper, he can ask for help, but he just can't look at other people's faces.

Boom, Barrett let out a roar, and the bullets flew out wildly,