I built a floating city in the game.

Oaktown.

Mo Bai stood at the foot of the high wall, looking up. There were many scratch marks and dark red bloodstains on the wall, and together with the guards on the city wall, it gave people a solemn feeling.

However, when he saw a group of smiling players at the entrance, Mo Bai still felt a sense of familiarity.

"Hey bro, wanna go fishing?"

"Two poles?"

"Huh? How did you know I caught a big fish weighing over ten kilograms yesterday? It gave me eight experience points."

"Um??"

"Who asked you?"

"unlucky."

"Brother, it must be tiring catching such a big fish. Tell me the location, and I'll help you catch it!"

"Sure, shall we go together?"

"Let's go, let's go."

A group of anglers carrying fishing rods immediately swarmed away, while nearby, many players carrying wooden spears and fishy bait were shouting for a team to fish for wolves.

After a day of trying, most players gradually found a suitable and safe way to upgrade, and everything was in full swing.

Mo Bai also casually posted his method of setting up the bird rope on the forum.

"I'd like to share a method for catching birds. Each bird gives you a little experience point. It's safe, fast, and doesn't require bait or materials. If you like it, please save it and vote for it."

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Players replied shortly after I posted it.

"Wow, what a great guy."

"Huh? Why do birds fly into a vacant spot as soon as you clear a patch of ground?"

"Eyes: I got it."

Brain: I can do that too.

"Hand: You're a coward."

"Thank you."

"The little bird is so cute..."

Looking at the pile of comments, Mo Bai chuckled. Sometimes, whether it's writing something or sharing some strategies, isn't it all just to attract some attention and read some comments about online games?

It's truly delightful.

The cheerful Mo Bai's mood immediately soured upon entering Oak Town.

"Holy crap, it stinks."

Mo Bai pinched his nose instantly, but he still couldn't block out the stench and fishy smell.

Looking around, there were traces of urination and defecation everywhere in the corners and alleys, and it smelled terrible.

"Good heavens, are real medieval towns really this smelly? Or did the game developers believe the rumors and just make them smell this bad?"

Mo Bai looked at the triangular shacks and some thatched huts next to the wall, pinched his nose, and walked in along the main road.

After asking for directions several times, he arrived at the door of a shop. Unfortunately, after describing his needs, just as the shopkeeper finally understood that he wanted to buy kerosene, he received some news.

"Were they sold out yesterday?"

"Holy crap, are they all that fast?"

Mo Bai couldn't help but scratch his head, then turned around and sat down next to him.

"What should we do then? We were originally planning to use fire to restrict the wolf king's range of movement."

He hesitated for a moment, but before he could think, two or three beggars surrounded him very rudely.

"Go away, this is my territory, get out of here!"

Is this a place where anyone can come begging?

"what?"

Mo Bai was stunned for a moment, but looking down at his tattered hemp clothes and dirty appearance, he got up with a bad attitude.

"Get out! You're the beggars! I'm not!"

"Oh, you look down on beggars? Even beggars earn more than you!"

Brothers, let's teach him a lesson!

Upon hearing this, the elderly beggar at the head of the group nonchalantly twisted his neck and pulled a sharp dagger from his waist, revealing a faint trace of dark red blood in the seam.

The other two people surrounded Mo Bai and pushed him into a nearby alley.

"Bang!"

Mo Bai took a few steps back and retreated into the alley. The shop owners and passersby next to him did not make a sound, but instead subconsciously took a few steps back to avoid him.

"Richer than me..."

Mo Bai, who wanted to argue, realized that he really didn't have a single penny on him. Not to mention that the boss didn't sell kerosene, even if he did, he couldn't afford it.

Thinking of this, he immediately abandoned the idea of ​​resistance and was squeezed into the alley, feeling "weak" and "helpless".

"What...do you want?"

Mo Bai asked in a weak voice.

"I've got you a good job."

The old beggar gestured to the two men to make their move.

"Grab him."

The two people next to him immediately pulled out a piece of black rag from their pockets, grabbed it, and then put it directly to Mo Bai's mouth.

"A sleeping potion?"

Mo Bai blinked, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"There's such a good thing?"

The old beggar was taken aback. He suddenly realized that the person in front of him showed no fear whatsoever; on the contrary... he seemed excited?

Before he could react, he saw the man dodge the attack, twist his waist, thrust his hips, and throw a punch.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

With several muffled thuds, the two collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain.

The old beggar's expression changed, and he turned and ran away as fast as he could.

"Spare me!"

"Trying to leave? Too late!"

Mo Bai rushed over and grabbed the old beggar's shoulder.

But the next moment, a dagger pierced through the old beggar's clothes and stabbed at his waist at an extremely tricky angle.

"Die!"

The old beggar's low shout rang out, but the dagger seemed to move in slow motion in front of Mo Bai. He easily grabbed her wrist and twisted it lightly, and the dagger fell to the ground.

"ah!!"

"Bang!"

The old beggar, who had been screaming in agony, was silenced when Mo Bai delivered a knee strike to his chest, and he collapsed to the ground groaning.

"Tsk."

Mo Bai immediately began searching them, and soon found three small bottles of potion and dozens of copper coins.

In addition, there was a crude iron dagger.

"Sixty-seven copper coins, hmm, that's definitely more money than me."

He happily put the money away, then picked up the small medicine tube in the thin bamboo tube and glanced at it. He was about to fan it with his hand to smell it like the chemistry teacher, but then he stopped.

"Damn bad habit, he even wants to smell the sleeping potion. What if he has to lick the poisoned dagger next time?"

Mo Bai complained, took the cloth stopper off a tube, and held it directly in front of a beggar's nose.

"No, no, no, no, no!"

The beggar tried to resist, but Mo Bai immediately pressed his head down.

After activating the ink cartridge, Mo Bai gains accelerated thinking and precise body control, making him virtually invincible to most people.

"That's not up to you."

Mo Bai muttered something, then casually kicked the old beggar in the stomach, who was trying to crawl away, making him clutch his stomach and almost curl up like a shrimp.

The bamboo tube was waved in front of the resisting beggar's nose, and soon he collapsed unconscious, completely losing consciousness.

"So effective so quickly, it works just from smelling it? That's so powerful."

"Good stuff, huh?"

Mo Bai's eyes lit up at that moment, and he immediately and carefully put away all the small bottles.

He got up and kicked the old beggar.

"Where did these sleeping pills come from?"

"Sir, I don't know what a sleeping potion is. This kind of drug is given to us by the gang."

"If you need it, we'll give it to you; please let us off the hook."

The old beggar knelt on the ground and pleaded.

"help?"

"Yes, we're from the Big Axe Gang."

"Oh, I see. Are the beggars in other places also part of your gang?"

"right."

Upon hearing this, Mo Bai touched the money and medicine in his pocket, his eyes lighting up!