After confirming that Uncle Hall, who was a little crazy today, would not come back, Yuan Di started his normal day.

He first shook the cloak full of patches that he had taken off [Guodian].

"There are so many holes, even street slickers don't wear them, why don't I sell them."

As he spoke, Yuan Di shook the cloak and hung it on the shelf behind him, and made a price to go up.

"Tut-tut, it's a good thing to take it back, and it's not too much to sell it for 5 or 6 silver coins."

Then he picked up the blood-stained rusty sword.

"Not bad, this sword is good, everyone is physical damage, this sword also has magic damage, no matter who you cut, you have to take a shot of tetanus, it's good, it's good."

Yuan Di happily placed the rusty sword in a conspicuous place on the shelf behind him, especially the price tag of "one gold coin" hanging on it was even more eye-catching.

"Expensive to death", this small shop has a total of three shelves and a counter.

On the shelves on the left, there are daily necessities such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, as well as rattan baskets, baskets, small shovels, and other items.

The neighbors and neighbors all know that this store is only run by an orphan, so these daily necessities are bought from here, relying on these old customers Yuan Di not only has a good life, but also knocks down another grocery store on the corner.

And the right-hand shelf is a bit magical, it can also place things, but even Yuan Di, the shopkeeper, can't be sure what exactly appears on it.

To be precise, this shelf will be automatically loaded according to its own mood, two bottles of Lao Qianma today, a bucket of Kang Shuaifu tomorrow, and a few boxes of Yueli Yue the day after tomorrow.

And all the things are the characteristic products of Yuan Di's previous life world - fake and shoddy products, even Apple brand range stoves, rice brand routers and OQQO mobile phones.

Yuan Di originally thought that these special products would sell very well, but who knew that except for Lao Qianma's popular neighborhood, other things would not be able to impress the hearts of the underground residents at all.

On the counter in front of the table were the real treasures that his dead ghost father had received, although Yuan Di didn't know what they were.

But once a young rich woman introduced by Uncle Hall, after taking a small piece of wood that did not grow branches and leaves, opened her mouth to permanently exempt her small shop from all taxes and fees, and even she was exempted from miscellaneous military service and other messy things.

And Yuan Di's father left a bundle of such wood on the counter, which was only the shortest and thinnest of them.

In the basement next door, one hundred and eight yellow candles the thickness of small arms burned, reflecting two dark shadows in the empty basement.

Duncan Sr. stretched out his six arms, two of which were tied with strange sigils, from which hot lava continued to flow onto the altar in the middle of the basement.

The other two hands were constantly pulling out of Holder's pockets and placing them in front of each candle, one of which was the most striking one covered in white feathers.

Unlike other skulls, it retains its flesh intact in addition to its gray bones.

After the seal was lifted, the skull opened its eyes.

A ray of light shot out of his skull, and the sudden change did not disrupt Duncan's rhythm, and his free hands easily shattered the light.

"Hehe, what, do you miss me, the immortal Hall, why are you willing to let me out?"

The head was still alive and could still speak clearly.

"What are you doing here? Yo, there's an old friend, a hellish centaur who hasn't seen him for a long time and can only escape, I really don't know how that old thing from Hades took a fancy to you as a mount for him. ”

Duncan smiled and didn't speak, continuing to pull the skull from his pocket.

"Save it, take a good breath of the last air of your life, by the way, you will have no next life if you die in our hands."

The white feather head looked around the empty dungeon.

"Why, you want to sacrifice me?"

"You think too highly of yourself, and you don't sacrifice one of you, and there are still a hundred and seven heads to accompany you."

The elder Duncan, who had finished placing the head altar, finally interjected.

"Does this work, Hall, you should know, how can someone of our level die? Isn't it true that you've been imprisoning my head to prevent me from resurrecting again? Except for the God of Creation, not even the God King and the Hades King can completely wipe us out! ”

The white feather head looked at the busy Hall with a mocking expression.

At this time, Hall was busy arranging the altar and didn't have time to take care of Bai Yu's head.

As the altar was gradually completed, the white feather skull seemed to have discovered something.

"You're going to resurrect, resurrect your ugly wife, haha, the combination of a ghoul and a mummy, I want to see what you can do with me, who is immortal and immortal?"

As the altar was completed, Hall carefully took out the diamond scarab beetle he had obtained in the morning from his bosom.

"Where did you get that? No way, I killed her and sealed her, she has been hidden behind the altar of the God King, how can you get her? ”

The white feather head was a little flustered when he saw the diamond scarab in Hall's hand.

"I searched the surface and the temple at the beginning, but I didn't find her, but I didn't expect you to put her behind the altar behind the god king's back, aren't you afraid that Lord Hades will raid the altar through the positioning of the power of death?"

"Say, 'How did you get her?' What have you done to the altar? What about the ground? Have you entered the earth? ”

The white feather skull's expression was a little hysterical, and it roared hideously.

"I'm sorry to tell you, I don't know, it's just that the old guy Hall got it by accident."

Duncan shrugged his shoulders and looked at the white feather head with a gloating expression.

"I said Hall, isn't this pantheon monolithic, this guy actually put your daughter-in-law's seal on the altar behind the back of the god king, isn't it equivalent to throwing a sun in your crotch to curse your eunuch."

Hall ignored the bored Duncan and solemnly placed the diamond scarab on the abutment.

Suddenly, a huge scarab black shadow enveloped the entire basement.

The sound of "squirming" sounded, and one by one the heads turned into powder and were inhaled by insect shadows.

"You actually want to use the resurrection circle to destroy me, you are delusional, stupid Hall, have you forgotten, the godhead is immortal, the gods are immortal, the priesthood is immortal, and the gods are eternal!"

Hall, who officially began to resurrect his wife, did not have the original madness, watching the white bones and skulls turn into powder, he said expressionlessly and unhurriedly:

"Yes, I know, at your level and mine, it's almost impossible to fall normally, but well, your only remaining brain seems to have forgotten one thing."

"What's the matter? Say it quickly! ”

The white feather head roared as hard as it fought against the insect shadow.

"Your head has been cut off by me for so long, your physical body is long gone, I didn't care about taking your physical body at the beginning, I don't know which 'kind' demigod took it away, and I don't know which demigod advanced to the true god because of this."

"So what?" The strength of the white feather head is really not to be underestimated, and a single head can temporarily cope with the altar arranged by the two bigwigs in the underground world.

"If the physical body is not there, then you can only be resurrected with the help of the Godhead, and you cannot be reincarnated. But after all this time, is the Godhead, or your Godhead? ”

The white feather head lost his mind for a moment when he heard this, and one ear turned into powder and was devoured by the insect shadow, which visibly solidified a few points with the naked eye.

"Believe me, there must be a new true god who is refining your godhead and removing the imprint of your will, as for the priesthood, it has long been divided up by the gods, and I don't know how much the lucky one can keep."

"Impossible! I can't fall, I'm immortal! ”

Hall's words wiped out the last trace of the will to resist the long-sealed head of this treasure, and with a soft "poof", the once true god head turned into ashes and floated towards the insect shadow.

"I didn't expect you to play with bugs, corpses, and bandages, why are you still learning the little demons of the royal family to play psychological warfare?"

Duncan said, clasping his hooves with six hands.

"You don't believe me?" Hall asked, squinting.

"Believe, how can you not believe it, haven't I been running away on the battlefield because I am afraid that I will be eaten by you who don't even have bones left after I die? The gods on the earth have to pretend to pretend a few times, and as for you, I'm afraid I'll hold my hooves and gnaw on them before I can breathe. ”

Old Duncan's two extra hands that could not be held on the hooves were just one on each side, and they dug hard into their nostrils.

"Yes, we're all the same, wasn't it because I was afraid that a new Scarab Queen would appear when I killed her immediately after her death?

Those races above the surface are actually right to call scarab beetles corpse eaters, their growth is not only to eat other people's corpses, but also to eat their own original queen to ascend to the throne, only when Mary is completely fallen, there will be a new scarab queen. ”

"Are you in a hurry to resurrect your wife really because you love her? There is such a thing as love in our underground world? ”

Duncan buttoned his nose and began to trim his ponytail again.

"Yes, but not exactly, after so many years of getting along day and night, even if my heart has long been rotten, I can't forget what happened before.

As for some selfishness, there are, non-aggressive scarab beetles like Mary are really rare, and with a new queen, I can't guarantee that she won't eat my rotting entrails while I sleep. ”

The two old fellows chatted as the insect shadow completely devoured one hundred and eight heads.

"You say the kid next door is really stupid or pretending? This is the first time I've seen anything like him。。。。。 What do you mean by the word surface? ”

"Unpretentious."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's simple." Duncan Sr. nodded hurriedly.

"It's the first time I've seen such a simple young man, and he actually asked me to burn his father's corpse and life box, didn't he know that if he devoured this, he would be able to become a great lich directly? How about standing still in the stage of a small skeleton like now. ”

"Maybe this guy is like his father who obeyed the decree issued by the royal family thousands of years ago, learn from the surface races and live in harmony with each other, and build a harmonious underground world."