Su Youwei frowned, and he didn't dare to underestimate this old man at this moment.

"You, there should be half a year left, the old man believes it a little, God is jealous of the words of talent, such a beautiful girl, and her talent is so good, it's a pity."

The old man returned to the counter and sat down, but the words he said made Su Youwei's face change greatly, and Song Ren was full of question marks in his mind.

What half a year?

"You have Haoyang Stone in your body, currently only available on the Heaven and Earth Network, but if you want to exchange it, you need nearly a million points, and this million points are all the level points of a platinum writer, and you need to write at least ten novels of the Hundred Worlds, or two saints to save it, am I right?" The old man continued.

Su Youwei almost subconsciously covered her heart, with a look of vigilance: "Who are you?" How do you know? ”

Song Ren was at a loss at the moment, what Haoyang Stone? So valuable? Need all the points of the Sage Writers to get them?

He also knows the level of writers, just like novels, from ordinary, potential, excellent, liufang, hundred, and saints, humanities and emperors, the writer's level from low to high is first, second, third, fourth, fifth, god, platinum, and the same seven levels.

It can be said that the platinum level is already the pinnacle account of writers, and it takes a person decades to save enough, and he must write several very good Baishiwen, and even saints.

Think about it, I finally saved enough points, but I spent everything I could in exchange for a Rausch Haoyang Stone, which is worth a lot of money.

"I'm right, it seems that either you have a mine at home, or there is a platinum writer, who all say that Haoyang Stone has the effect of reversing life and death, and can even live the dead, the miraculous effect of flesh and bones, yes, but it only does not include your body.

Your heart is born with a thousand holes, it is not repaired by Haoyang stone, at most it can only be extended, you should have died three years ago, you can live today, thanks to this Haoyang stone, in your own opinion, you should be able to live for seven or eight years, but unfortunately, I saw you dead outside the door, I didn't expect you to be born with a heart full of holes.

In the past few years, the interior of Haoyang Stone has long been the same as your heart, full of holes, at most half a year, it will collapse into powder, that day, it is also when you die, little girl, what is your name, where do you live? ”

Su Youwei's whole person staggered for a while, and she was depressed, Song Ren hurriedly went to help her, but was pushed away by Su Youwei, she just looked at the old man with red eyes and bowed.

"Go back, go back to the seniors, the younger Su Youwei, live at home, and mess with Shenhai."

The lame old man had a sudden look: "No wonder, if I guessed correctly, your father must have been coming and going to the Heavenly Emperor Pavilion of the Holy City for a long time." ”

Su Youwei recalled that his father had indeed been running back and forth over there in the Holy City, especially during this time, he was the most diligent, but every time he came back, he was disappointed, and when he faced her, he changed his face to a smile.

She had asked many times, but her father always said that it was not a big deal, so she should not think too much, and if she was bored, she could go out and do what she liked.

"Yes!" Su Youwei admitted.

The old man shook his head, picked up his wine gourd and took a sip, smacking his lips: "It's a pity, your father is destined to do useless work, it seems that he also knows that if he wants to save you, there is only one last way left." ”

"What's the solution?" Su Youwei blurted out.

"Heart-for-heart, but this heart is the heart that needs the gods."

Su Youwei's face changed greatly.

"The heart of a god?"

"That's right, it's still the heart of a god in human form, throughout the ages, a novel recognized by the heaven and earth network, it is extremely difficult to conjure up a god, less than one percent.

And among these one percent, eighty or ninety percent of them are transformed into an elixir, a weapon, a supernatural power, etc., and only the insignificant one percent can conjure up a humanoid god.

Over the years, in the confrontation with the demon clan, I don't know how many gods have completely dissipated, and even the number of times has been decreasing, but the number of Liufang Baishiwen, even the Sage Wen and Diwen, has never increased.

They are all means to deter the demon clan, and they are trump cards.

Girl, I might as well tell you the truth, more than a hundred years ago, there were only six humanoid gods left in the Holy City, and I don't know the others, but I know that the old man Flying Eagle died sixty years ago.

Once the person who created the gods dies, the gods will also dissipate, so it is too difficult for your father to say that he will take the life of a god to move those old antiques in the Holy City.

What's more, even if you put on the heart of a god, you're only extending your life for one year, and the next year, you'll need a humanoid god to save your life, you know what I mean? ”

"So, is there really no help?"

A sad voice sounded from outside the door, and then a middle-aged man dressed in a blue sea tide dress walked in from outside the door, looked at the old wine in a daze and asked.

The old man didn't seem to be surprised, and picked up the wine and sipped it.

"Dad, why are you here? This senior, is it true that I only have half a year to live? Su Youwei still can't believe it, she still wants to play a good circle and go back, practice, adventure, and gain knowledge......

There are too many things that have been longed for and planned, and they have not yet been put into action and realized, but they were told so abruptly that she only has half a year to live, who can accept it.

Facing his daughter's dejected inquiry, Su Yangxuan felt a pain in his heart, and the corners of his mouth barely showed a smile, and then he reached out and touched his daughter's hair.

"It's okay, Daddy is here."

Su Youwei's face turned even paler.

Su Yangxuan saluted the lame old man: "Please also ask the seniors to save my daughter's life." ”

The old man suddenly laughed: "Old man, I am just a wine seller in a wine shop, but I can't save her." ”

Su Yangxuan put down his hand: "I have worked hard for more than ten years, and I don't even know how many relationships I used, only to learn the day before yesterday that there are only five humanoid gods left in the Heavenly Emperor Pavilion of the Holy City, you don't leave the house, but you know better than me, the seniors must have a way, I am willing to pay any price, and ask the seniors to fulfill it." ”

After Su Yangxuan finished speaking, he saluted again.

The old man looked at Su Youwei, who was silent, and finally sighed: "To be honest, I also want to save her, it's a pity that such a good baby died like this, but I really have no choice, if you have to, I can suggest two ways out for you." ”

"Senior, please speak!" Su Yangxuan said busily.

"The first one, you don't have to think about it over there in the Holy City, you can't get in, and you can't use the heart of the gods, the only thing you can do is to see if there are any novel authors who are expected to enter Liufang in the past six months, maybe you can turn fiction into reality A god, didn't there be that "Demon Punishment" a few days ago into the boutique, you can give it a try."

When Su Yangxuan heard this, he nodded, but shook his head again: "It's difficult, after all, it's imitating others, even if you can enter the Liufang novel, it is estimated that the hope of transforming into a humanoid god is very slim, and my daughter, I can't wait that long, don't hide it from my predecessors, I have cultivated a large number of authors in the Shenhai, and even have a platinum writer as a mentor."

Even if ten people entered the Liufang novel, they couldn't conjure up humanoid gods, this road is too difficult, and it's too late for time. ”

The old man was a little surprised, he didn't expect the Chaos Shenhai to be so wealthy, not only platinum writers, but also ten people, so the quality and potential should not be low.

Presumably, that girl's Haoyang Stone was redeemed by the platinum writer from Tiandi.com with his own points.

"It's a pity, then there is one last way left, find the author called: Have the ability to beat me, the more the old man looks at his pen name, the more angry he becomes, full of provocation."

Song Ren, who was originally standing aside and listening to other people's stories, suddenly shook his body without a trace and looked at the old man: "What do you mean, I didn't provoke you." ”

Su Yangxuan waited quietly for the following.