After returning to the game, He Feng continued to read the book, and it didn't take long for him to finish reading the remaining 8% of "Tracking Technique".

"Knowledge is power, congratulations on mastering the basics of tracking."

After listening to the system prompt, He Feng walked up to Ifrit and said, "Mr. Yve, I have finished reading the tracking technique. ”

Ifrit, who was still cutting wood, raised her head when she heard it and asked, "How is the writing?" ”

"It's exciting." He Feng affirmed.

"Haha, this is my proud work, so since you've finished reading it, come with me." With that, Ifrit stood up and walked towards one of the bookshelves in the room.

"It won't be some old-fashioned bookshelf mechanism...... "He Feng shrugged.

"It's a bookshelf mechanism, but it's not old-fashioned." After Ifrit finished speaking, he slammed his fist on the bookshelf.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

After a roar, I saw that an entrance to the underground appeared where He Feng was originally sitting.

"Okay...... I'll admit that the way the door is opened is quite new. He Feng twitched the corners of his mouth and said.

"Do you think whoever punched it could kick it out? With your little strength, you don't even want to trigger the mechanism with a hundred punches. Ifrit emphasized.

"Oh~ Is there some kind of strength tester in it, that's interesting, but I have another question, is it necessary to build this kind of mysterious basement in such a big city?" He Feng asked.

"Of course, it's the big cities that need to be built, and the habitual thieves like to come the most...... It's the big city. Yvry nodded.

Oh~ It turns out that there is such a glorious profession as a thief...... If NPCs can steal, does that mean players can steal too? He Feng couldn't help but laugh after thinking about it.

"What's the smirk, come down quickly." Ifrit, who had already walked down the passage, shouted.

"Oh, here it is." He Feng answered and followed Ifrit.

"Wow~ This is indeed worth building a basement old thief." When he saw the whole picture of the basement, He Feng sighed with emotion.

The area of the basement is much larger than He Feng imagined, and all kinds of things that are very valuable at a glance are placed on the ground at will, even the things that are hung on the wall for lighting He Feng is the first time he has seen it, compared to torches or something, the brightness of this thing is much stronger.

"It's a magic lamp, and I paid a lot of money to get it." Ifrit said proudly after seeing He Feng staring at the lamp on the wall.

"It turns out that magic can also be used to make this kind of livelihood item, but it is indeed very convenient." He Feng nodded.

"After all, those mages also want to make money." Ifrit laughed, but there seemed to be some disdain in his laughter.

"Master, these collections of yours should be very valuable, right?" He Feng casually tapped on a tower shield leaning against the wall and asked.

"It's just commemorative gifts, and if you take something good to honor me in the future, I'll be here too." Ifrit replied.

You're not ashamed! People are all accepting a red envelope and hinting at it secretly, you just ask for it.

"Well, I'll try to collect some rare goods." He Feng nodded. But as soon as this sentence came out, he felt as if he was going further and further on the road of shame......

After hearing this, Ifrit nodded with satisfaction, then took down an empty bottle from the shelf and beckoned to He Feng, "Come here." ”

He Feng thought that Ifrit was going to show him something good, so he immediately walked over, but before he could ask what was wrong, Ifrit suddenly opened the bottle and put it in front of He Feng's nose.

"Vomit ......"

The moment he smelled the smell of the bottle, He Feng immediately bent down and retched, it was really because he hadn't eaten anything before, otherwise he would definitely be able to spit it out at all, he swore that even if he went to the garbage dump last time, he would never smell such a destructive smell.

"Any idea what it smells like?" Ifrit asked calmly.

"Huh...... Hehe, Mr. Yve, I can't imagine that you still have the habit of putting your farts in bottles, it's too bad. He Feng said after blocking the sense of smell in the system settings.

"Hahaha, I thought you'd get used to the taste, so I wanted you to reminisce." Ifrit said after closing the bottle.

"So Mr. Yves farts a lot?" He Feng said after softening his emotions.

"It's the smell of the dread, have you forgotten?" Ifrit didn't mind He Feng taunting him, and asked with a smile.

After hearing Ifrit's words, He Feng suddenly felt how wise it was to open his sense of smell without dying when dealing with the terror demon, but he didn't expect to be able to hide from the first year of junior high school, and he couldn't hide from the fifteenth, and he actually smelled it when he was defenseless.

"I don't want to remember such a taste......" He Feng said after rolling his eyes.

"Alas, you're not right, the sense of smell in tracking is very crucial, for example, if you want to catch the dark wizard this time, you have to find him by tracking the smell of the terror." Ifrit shook his head.

"Yes, I see." He Feng nodded.

"Well, then you sniff this." Ifrit took out another empty bottle, opened it, put it in front of He Feng and said.

He Feng originally wanted to pretend to smell it, but after thinking about it, he would not be able to really master this skill if he fished in troubled waters like this game, so He Feng silently recited a sentence in his heart, and Fang Ren canceled the olfactory shield in the system settings after becoming a master.

"Vomit ......"

The moment he opened it, He Feng immediately felt a churning of stomach acid, and the new smell was also disgusting, coupled with the smell of fear that had not dissipated before, it felt like eating, and there was poison in the.

"Mentor...... Don't you have a nose? He Feng looked at Ifrit with a calm face and asked.

"I'm just used to it, you're still too young after all, haha." Ifrit laughed.

"Isn't there a monster that smells like it?" He Feng asked while rubbing his stomach.

"Of course there is, but you always have to start with the difficult ones, what, scared?" Ifrit laughed.

"What's there to be afraid of, I'm very adaptable." After He Feng finished speaking, he retched again.

"Good! Powerful! In vain, I brought you here to teach you, the smell just now is that of the rump beast, and its smell is more stimulating than the smell of the horror before the arrival of the demon, which is the key to distinguishing the difference between them. Ifrit said after praising He Feng.

When I can distinguish between these two smells, will the nose really work properly...... He Feng thought worriedly.

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