Through the Ant Street Forum, Ye Mingzhe really realized...

How vast is the world of the Mist!

How great are the number of the Chosen One!

'Look at this, every day in the Misty Universe there are missions happening, and every day the Chosen One dies. ’

But looking at the activity of this forum, there are still so many Chosen ones. ’

'The Mist... I'm afraid it's also a constant selection of new Chosen One. ’

He was just an ordinary member of the countless Chosen One. ’

A drop in the bucket!

Ye Mingzhe finally knew why there were black-and-white box trading advertisements on the countless coffin-like stone houses in front of him.

Because, through the black and white box of the transaction...

There is no handling fee at all!

However, only one transaction can be made at a time here.

For this reason, many of the transactions on the black and white boxes are either urgently needed by the homeowner or are oversized.

After all, trading through forums is automatically charged a one-percent commission.

'One percent, that's too dark!' Ye Mingzhe couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Through the novice handouts in the forum, Ye Mingzhe also had a general understanding of the basic situation of Ant Street.

He walked down Bluestone Street, browsing the black-and-white framed advertisements on the stone houses on both sides to see if there was anything he was interested in.

Even if you can't afford it now, it's good to keep an eye out for it.

Plan ahead.

'One telekinesis card is 10,000 telekinesis, and I have 4 now. ’

In other words, excluding the points and cards on my body that cannot be valued for the time being, all my "cash" belongings are only 40,000 telekinesis. ’

Ye Mingzhe recalled that in the forum, those millions, tens of millions of items at every turn, a wry smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

'Poor~! ’

Of course, you can choose to sell it by pumping your own telekinesis as if you were selling blood.

However, Ye Mingzhe would not do this kind of thing of killing chickens and taking eggs.

What's more, he's still a leaky corpse!

'Annoying~! ’

After walking for almost an hour, Ye Mingzhe didn't find anything particularly concerned about on Ant Street.

When he stopped, he took out the key, held it tightly in his hand, then closed his eyes and silently recited the word "return" in his heart.

Then, Ye Mingzhe opened his eyes.

He was still standing in the middle of the bluestone street.

It's just that the white lantern on the stone house on the right side clearly reads the three words Ye Mingzhe.

'It's back! ’

'It's amazing! ’

Then, Ye Mingzhe walked to the stone gate.

He bit the index finger of his right hand, and blood spilled from between his fingers.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Mingzhe used his fingers as a pen and wrote in a blank black and white frame.

"Slow out of the red-clothed summoning card, if you are interested, please contact!"

Bright red blood was written on a white background, but it turned into black handwriting.

It's not weird.

After writing the advertisement, Ye Mingzhe picked up the key and meditated on the picture of a place in his heart.

Immediately, the key was inserted into the stone door lock hole.

"Click~!"

The stone door was pushed open, and Ye Mingzhe walked in.

Behind the door...

It is the office of the surprise world of flowers and leaves.

"Heh~!"

"Any door, this is!"

Ye Mingzhe inserted the key into the door of his office again.

"Click~!"

He opened the door and entered, and then returned to the stone house.

After trying this several times, Ye Mingzhe stopped.

At this moment, he has returned to the haunted house office.

The function is very convenient, but it cannot be used during the mission. ’

With a small sigh, Ye Mingzhe walked to the shower room in the office.

He checked the time of the mission, and it was one to one in the real world.

That is, from being summoned to the Fog to the end of Ant Street.

It's the equivalent of spending most of the night.

It's like he used to go to an Internet café all night.

It's just that it's much more exciting than an all-night internet café.

After taking a shower, Ye Mingzhe lay on the bed and tinkered with a black mobile phone.

"Qianyu hasn't contacted me for several days, and he doesn't answer his calls, so I don't know what I'm doing."

He tried to contact Su Xiaonuan again, but found that he couldn't get in touch either.

'Xiao Nuan should still be on Ant Street...'

Ye Mingzhe believes that Su Xiaonuan, like himself, is the first time to go to Ant Street.

"It's still early, let's get some sleep first, and then talk about it after dawn."

...

At this time, in the void of Ant Street, there were two pairs of eyes, peering at the countless figures on the bluestone street.

Ant Street is a bizarre space that arrives when, wherever, and how.

You can only see yourself.

However, this is not entirely the case.

Ant Street is quite "lively" at any time.

It's just that most of the Chosen don't see it.

"The criteria for the park's recent screening seem to have been lowered again, and if you look at this latest batch of Chosen One, none of them have experienced more than 100 missions!"

"Yes, I think at that time when we were in the past, more than 100 mission experiences were a prerequisite for getting a ticket!"

"It won't be... What's going to happen to the fog?! ”

At this point in the conversation, the two couldn't help but glance at each other, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes...

And fear!

It seems that the last mutation of the fog did not bring these two good memories.

"If the next batch of Chosen ones who have obtained the qualification of the park are still like this, we will have to consider lowering the recruitment threshold."

"Let's forget it this time, these guys' qualifications are really bad!"

"If the criteria for park selection are getting lower and lower, then we will have to accept it. After all, the fog catastrophe is coming! ”

"I really regret not picking a few more people in the first few batches, let's go."

"Just like when I bought a house some time ago, I couldn't afford the real estate I couldn't afford it now."

"Hehe..."

...

8:37 a.m.

Ye Mingzhe woke up.

He first picked up the black mobile phone next to the pillow and called Hua Qianyu and Su Xiaonuan in turn.

The two were still unable to get in touch.

'What are these two people doing?' ’

Ye Mingzhe shook his head helplessly, got up and walked to the bathroom...

It's not the weekend, so the haunted house hasn't opened yet.

Ye Mingzhe nibbled on the bread he found in the refrigerator in his office and walked towards the door of the school.

'It's been a long time since I've seen Tong Tong. ’

"Brother~!"

The shepherd boy suddenly appeared on Ye Mingzhe's back and hugged his neck tightly.

"Come, let my brother see if Tong Tong has become fat!" Ye Mingzhe hugged the light-hearted shepherd boy in front of him and said with a smile.

The shepherd boy pouted when he heard this: "Tong Tong will not be fat, and he will never be fat!" ”

"Haha! Yes, yes, my children will always be the cutest! ”

Ye Mingzhe laughed.

The shepherd boy put his nose near his temple and sniffed hard.

"Brother, why did you become so good-smelling? Tong Tong loves the breath on your body! ”

When Ye Mingzhe heard this, he put his other hand to the tip of his nose and sniffed it.

"What does it smell like? Why didn't I smell it? ”

"I can't say it, anyway, it's a very comfortable feeling, Tong Tong feels closer to his brother!"

The shepherd boy held Ye Mingzhe's head and kept sniffing the smell on his head.

'Uh... It is estimated that after coming out of the Wanshou coffin, he is more like a trick, so Tong Tong will feel closer to himself. ’

Thinking of this, the corner of Ye Mingzhe's mouth showed a "bad, bad" thought.

As soon as his mind moved, there was an immediate change in his head!

"Ah~! What is it?! ”

Shepherd Boy exclaimed!