"What kind of coffee would you like to treat me to?"

"Nature is the best."

"I'm afraid you can't afford it."

"How do you know if you can't afford it?"

Emperor Han calmly faced the coffee shop owner.

It can be seen that this coffee shop owner is also a very conceited and proud character.

In this regard, the character of the coffee shop owner and Emperor Han is somewhat imaginative.

"Well, my cup of coffee is not measured in terms of money."

"With what?"

"A handful of soil in the tomb."

"Soil?"

When he heard this, Emperor Han had a suspicious expression on his face.

"What do you want the soil for?"

The owner of the coffee shop laughed: "It seems that you are really from other places, and you don't know anything about this Beishan!" ”

"No wonder you don't know what the currency of this Beishan is commonly used."

Tianji seems to have thought of something.

"You mean, the soul soil in the tombstone is the universal currency here?"

The coffee shop owner couldn't help but glance at him a few more times when he listened to Tianji's words, but he was slightly surprised.

"I didn't expect you, an old man, to know a lot of things."

"It seems that you didn't come here without your homework. Yes, the common currency of Jingbei Mountain is not the money outside, but the soul soil in the tomb. ”

Emperor Han stared at the coffee shop owner and asked directly.

"What is Soul Land?"

If he were a former coffee shop owner, he would probably have shown disdain for the person asking the question and dismissed it.

But today's coffee shop owner, who doesn't know where the interest comes from, plans to mention a few words.

"Soul soil, as the name suggests, is the soil of the soul, this soil originates from the death of the strong, and then because there is a special substance in the tomb, the power of these strong people can be disintegrated, and finally merge with the things in the tomb."

"Therefore, in the tomb, after the bodies of those strong people fall, the substance that merges with them the most is the soil in the tomb."

"However, not all soil can be called soul soil, among them, soul soil is also divided into high and low quality, according to the percentage of contained power, the soul map can even appear in different colors."

"For example, the lowest level of color is the brown color of the general soil, and then the soil with a little more power is the red soil, then the white soil, and finally the golden soul soil, which is also the most valuable and the most sought after soil in the northern mountains."

When I heard this.

Emperor Han glanced out the window.

Although the city has less than 1,000 people, not a single person living here is an ordinary person.

The strength of the people here is basically the lowest six grades to be able to walk in it, and these lowest six grades may be a strong and respected existence outside.

But in Jingbei Mountain, these six products can only act by looking at other people's faces, and then become the lowest group of people in Jingbei Mountain.

Although it is not treated like the outside, many people are still willing to stay.

Because in Jingbeishan, the opportunity to become stronger is also very great.

The owner of the coffee shop said as he brewed himself a cup of coffee and walked around the shop with his coffee in hand.

Although the coffee shop of Nuoda was empty, there were only a few of them in it, and no matter where he spoke, Emperor Han and his party could hear it clearly.

"In Jingbeishan, the most common is red soil, which is not of high quality, but it is less expensive and not too expensive."

"As for the white soil, the price is on the high side, and it is basically the internal circulation, consumption and use of the upper class people of Jingbei Mountain. If it is a person who has no identity and status in the North Mountain, he basically does not even have the qualifications to see the White Soul Land. ”

"Finally, there is the golden soul soil, this is the most expensive and purest quality soil, but the difficulty of obtaining gold is also very high!"

"Because, the place where the golden soul soil can be produced can only appear as it gets closer to the center of the tomb, but at the same time, the danger is more and more terrifying."

"Once, a powerhouse at the peak of the eighth grade, with a few powerhouses on the eighth grade, swore before setting off, ready to catch a big one, and planned to bring out a ton of golden soul soil!"

"But guess what?"

The coffee shop owner sat on a chair on the other side, drank half of his coffee in front of him, and then leisurely crossed Erlang's legs.

He even slowly pulled a cut cigar from his pocket, lightly lit it on fire, and finally put it to his mouth, taking a slow, heavy and deep breath.

A white smoke ring slowly rises in the room.

"In the end, that eight-rank peak came out alive, but all the others died."

"Of course, the peak of the eighth grade of the people naturally has his strength and terrifying places, and he did promise to bring out the golden soul soil from the tomb, but it is not a ton of soul soil that he swore to say, it is only two grams."

"Tsk, for the sake of two grams of golden soul soil, I took the lives of five eight-rank powerhouses, and finally let these eight-rank peaks be entangled in diseases all day long, and finally died tragically in the suburbs of Jingbei Mountain, buried with ice and snow forever."

"As a result, the last two grams of golden soul soil also attracted strong men from many countries to fight, and the battle on the ice ocean was seven days and seven nights, and countless people died."

"Hehe, but no one got these two grams of golden soul soil, in the chaos of the war, this golden soul soil fell directly into the ocean, and everyone's bamboo basket was empty!"

"The greed of human nature makes none of them have a good end!"

After the coffee shop owner finished speaking, he took a deep puff of his cigar, then gently shook the ashes, and his brow was full of melancholy.

Emperor Han looked at the coffee shop owner, and from his words, it seemed that he was a person who was well-versed in human nature.

From the outside, he didn't look like the body of a coffee shop owner in his thirties, but he looked like an old soul in his seventies and eighties.

Then, the coffee shop owner glanced at the men.

"What? Are you planning to come for this golden soul land? ”

Emperor Han shook his head.

"No, I'm here to find the root of the curse."

When the coffee shop owner heard this, he suddenly became a little interested, and turned his body slightly.

"What curse?"

Emperor Han's gaze fell on Li Yuanqing's body.

"She has a curse on her, and anyone who sees her face turns their heart to stone."

Hearing this curse, the coffee shop owner's face obviously changed.

If it were someone outside, they might not believe this kind of.

However, in the North Mountain, there is a possibility at any time.

The coffee shop subconsciously reduced the number of times he went to see Li Yuanqing, and at the beginning, he did feel Li Yuanqing's extraordinary temperament.

Beneath this veil is a touching face.

However, I didn't expect this face to be a killing weapon.

"So, her curse stems from the tomb?"

"That's right."

"It's really weird, I've been in the tomb for so many years, and I've never heard anyone get this strange curse, you look like you're here for the first time, could it be that you've been here before?"

"This is her first visit to the tomb."

"Looks like you've been here."

"I just came here, but I didn't go in."

The conversation between the two quickly stopped, and the attention fell on Li Yuanqing again.

"How did she get the Tomb Curse?"

"Because of her father."

"Who is her father?"

"The Li family in Shangjing, the original old patriarch."

“......”