"The target is dead, and the mission [Kill the Tomb Ghoul] has been completed."

"The host now has a chance to draw the corresponding skill, do you want to use it?"

"Dead?" Cheng Hai frowned.

The ghoul was badly wounded, but he probably wouldn't have died so quickly.

But the dead are dead, and there's nothing to dwell on. Cheng Hai held the little goblin in the palm of his hand and decided to take her home first.

There is no one in the cemetery, but there are many ghosts.

Although the goblins are their nemesis, after losing consciousness, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not be targeted by some conscious ghosts.

Moreover, it was quite cold this day, and Cheng Hai looked at the few leaves on her body, and felt cold for her.

"Draw skills." Cheng Hai said as he walked.

"Skills are being extracted......

"You've gained the skill, Steely Iron Bone (Lv1)."

As the prompt sounded, Cheng Hai crackled all over his body, and a feeling of being strengthened spontaneously appeared.

"Steel, iron, ......," he couldn't help but smile wryly.

What is the use of strengthening muscles and bones?

Wait until he turns back to his original body after three days, the weak is inside, and no matter how strong his muscles and bones are, he should still have to breathe when he goes up to the fifth floor.

"I hope I can draw something that can cure the disease someday......

Cheng Hai was thinking about it, when a bad feeling suddenly came from behind him, and he immediately turned around.

Not far away, a man was dragging Qi Le's corpse and slowly walking towards him.

He has long hair that became popular in the idol drama "Meteorite Garden" more than ten years ago, a discontinued leather jacket on his body, and a pair of out-of-print canvas shoes under his feet.

The whole person seems to have just traveled from the past, which is very strange.

But none of this is important, the point is that his complexion is very unhealthy, and his chest does not rise and fall in the slightest, as if ...... Don't breathe!

"Zombies?"

Cheng Hai frowned and subconsciously took a step back.

Now he is very strong, and he has exceeded the limits of human beings, but the man in front of him is like a mountain just walking like this, and he can't breathe!

"Humans."

The retro man approached Cheng Hai and casually threw the body on the ground.

Cheng Hai sighed, held the tombstone with one hand, put the goblin down quietly, and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Although his intuition told him that there was no hope, he would not wait for death if he really fought.

The retro man narrowed his eyes and said, "I want you to do me a favor." ”

"Help?" Cheng Hai was a little surprised.

"Hmm." The man nodded.

"Hmmm......"

Cheng Hai thought for a while, took out a cigarette from his arms, and handed it to the other party, "Come to the root?" ”

The retro man shook his head and said, "I used to pump more violently, but now I have quit." ”

"More fierce? Poison? ”

Cheng Hai withdrew his hand and lit one for himself.

"Pretty much, when I had that thing, the currency was still silver. That thing almost ruined the country. The man smiled.

Cheng Hai nodded, already clear in his heart.

This zombie is at least a hundred years old.

"My name is Cheng Hai, what do you call me?"

"Fan Jiang." The man replied.

"So, what do you want me to do?"

After such a conversation, the system finally gave the man's information.

"Missionable Detected: Kill Zombie Fan Jiang."

"Mission Objective: Fan Jiang"

"Target Trait: King Kong is not bad, corpse poison"

"Threat level: High."

"Task reward: Draw the qualification of A-level god demotion once; Character skills are drawn once. ”

Obviously, this is a monster whose level is only below the apostle, and it is not something that Cheng Hai can afford to provoke now.

"Help me sell this thing." Fan Jiang kicked the corpse on the ground.

"What's that?" Cheng Hai was stunned.

"That's it."

Fan Jiang kicked again and said, "This ghoul." ”

"Does anyone else recycle this thing?" Cheng Hai's eyes widened.

Fan Jiang picked up Qi Le's tail and beckoned Cheng Hai over.

"See this? This thing is called Katsuko, and it has good strength and toughness, and can be used to make good weapons, and it is very popular in the circle of anomalous people. ”

"Katsuko?" Cheng Hai was dumbfounded again.

The word...... How do you seem to have heard of it somewhere?

"Isn't this the setting of some kind of Oriental mew?" Cheng Hai remembered an anime.

"Che Wan what?" Fan Jiang was also puzzled.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter." Cheng Hai is not entangled.

Let's think that art comes from life, and it's normal to draw horror comics and see ghosts.

"Who do I have to sell to? I've just gained my abilities, and I don't know anything about the doorways here. ”

"Do you know about Afterlife Street?" Fan Jiang asked.

"Yes." Cheng Hai stood up straight.

Yang Tianguang was right. After entering this circle, sooner or later he would come into contact with the Street of the Afterlife, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon.

"I'll take you tomorrow, and you can do what I tell you." Fan Jiang continued.

"I would venture to ask, since you have gone with me, why don't you sell it yourself?" Cheng Haidao.

"Hmm...... There's someone I don't want to see, trouble. ”

An unnatural look flashed on Fan Jiang's face, and then he changed the topic and said, "Don't say it, are you surfing the Internet?" ”

Cheng Hai: "......"

Hearing this, he suddenly felt like he was more than ten years younger.

"Uh...... I guess there is. ”

"Give me your contact number, and we'll be friends."

Fan Jiang took out his mobile phone, and the style was quite new.

"Good ......"

Cheng Hai added his friend - Shenzhou prawns.

emmmmmmmm……

It's you!

Faintly feeling that something was wrong, Cheng Hai asked tentatively, "How can ghouls be sold now?" ”

"Hiss......"

Fan Jiang thought for a while, and then realized this question, and replied: "Before I fell asleep, Hezi was 7,000 yuan a catty, and the whole would only be slightly cheaper, but it could also be sold for 50,000 yuan. Now, more than ten years have passed, and I don't know how far prices have risen. ”

"You've slept too long this night...... Cheng Hai couldn't help but complain.

"Well, it all started with a bat......

Fan Jiang recalled: "There was a plague in China that year, and all places were quarantined. My friend who had a good relationship with me died of illness because he didn't wear a mask, and I felt bored, so I slept until now. ”

Cheng Hai: "......"

Cheng Hai still has the impression of the plague, he was also dizzy in the orphanage back then, and he was not allowed to go out, and he was suffocated.

Fan Jiang has slept for more than ten years, and it is no wonder that his speaking habits seem to have crossed over.

"That's it for now, you go back and rest, I'll ask someone about the price, and I'll send you a message at nine o'clock tomorrow, 886."

Fan Jiang turned around and wanted to leave, but was called down by Cheng Hai.

"Wait, you take the corpse first."

"Huh?"

Fan Jiang motioned for him to give an explanation.

"I'm being watched by the police right now, and I'm going to have to go into the bureau tomorrow if I take this thing home. You take it first, I'll buy you a big suitcase tomorrow. ”

"Okay."

Fan Jiang thought about it and carried the corpse on his shoulder.

His life is too long, and there is no need to be so careful.

Cheng Hai breathed a sigh of relief and left this private territory that belonged to the dead.