"I don't need to exchange anything for the time being, can I know in advance which plot plane the next plane needs to go through?"

The things on the exchange list couldn't attract Qi Shan's attention at all.

He himself has a plane, he doesn't have anything, although he has a small space with him now, he can also hold a lot of things, and he can take what he wants directly outside his own, so why spend all this unjust money?

He now wondered, is the one yuan wise? Can you answer your own questions?

Obviously, as guessed, since the one yuan is an existence of the same level as the main god space, it will naturally not be a rigid thing.

However, unlike the photosphere, it seems to be very fond of using words to communicate.

Welcome to login, on the wall on the right, a row of words immediately appeared.

Chinese, and it is a very standard italics, both in terms of wording and sentence structure, are very accurate.

[The walker has no way of knowing the plot of the next face.] ］

Qi Shan raised his eyebrows: "No matter what?" ”

[Foreseeing the plot in advance defeats the fundamental purpose of the Walker's Plane Travel.] ］

"So your interest is to know what means the walkers will have to change the plot after they are caught off guard and know the main story, right?"

[The Walker's statement is not too far off, and to some extent, you can understand it that way.] ］

"Really? It's really a bad taste. ”

Qi Shan chuckled lightly twice, and was a little clear: "In the plot plane, I tried to contact you, but there was no response at all, are you unable to be contacted in the plot plane, or can't you respond to me?" ”

[During the change of the plot, no contact with the One Dimension Space is allowed.] ］

"Is it the rule? Then there is no way. So when will I be able to exchange for supplies? ”

[Walkers who cross the dimensional gap, as long as they return to the one-dimensional space, can instantly return to the private space.] ］

"I see, in an instant, is it okay to meditate in my heart? Do you have to use the same way to get out? ”

[Of course.] ］

As soon as Qi Shan's heart moved, he only felt a flower in front of him, and the scene changed again.

I looked left and right, and sighed in my heart, it was really an instant.

It feels like a movie dropping a needle, it's so unreal.

In front of him is a strange big tree, the whole body is white, the texture is delicate, the shape is perfect, the trunk surrounded by ten people, plus the sky-high branches, the luxuriant canopy, no matter how you look at it, it is a perfect ancient tree.

Unfortunately, it is as if the studio has been overwhelmed with color, or the world has simply been eroded by albinism.

The ancient trees in front of me are white and translucent, so white that they are panicked, and they are even a little white that people can't take their eyes off, which is quite weird.

Looking around, it seems to be a small circular land, and the ancient tree in the middle is very eye-catching, but there is nothing around except this ancient tree.

The earth looked like a whole block of clay tablets, black but a little gray.

There seems to be a circular barrier around it, vague, similar to mist, but it doesn't feel the same.

Qi Shan circled around the ancient tree three times, and even leaned down to touch it, exposing the same thick root system outside the surface.

The rough and familiar feel seems to be no different from touching other trees.

After studying for a long time, I didn't understand what was strange about this big tree, it seemed to be an ordinary big tree except for albinism.

Even the taste is very similar.

Shaking his head, he turned and walked in the direction of the inner layer of mist.

At the edge, the finger lightly tapped on the mist, and something strange happened.

It's like a fog and a majestic existence, but it flows along a strange trajectory.

It's as if there is a transparent bowl that is caught in the mist, so that they cannot invade the range of the tree, but they can flow on the surface.

When my fingers touched it, I didn't feel it, but it seemed to touch the surface of the water, splashing ripples one after another.

Tentatively touched twice, without any feeling, gradually, the whole arm was put in, tentatively fiddling, and did not touch any object.

I tried to catch a little fog and come back, but I didn't succeed either.

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Just when Qi Shan's whole person fell into the fog, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the scene changed again.

In front of me is a lively bar, very old-fashioned.

The inside is full of wooden furniture, whether it is chairs, tables or bar counters, all made of thick wood, and the appearance does not seem to have been painted, so it is so rough and maintains the most primitive wildness.

The room is very large, in front of it is a bar, about ten meters long, in front of the dazzling wine rack, is a gray-haired, but meticulously combed, upper body wearing a black vest and white shirt, the lower body is straight, black trousers bartender.

He was wearing monocles, holding a snow-white towel in his hand, carefully wiping a cup.

He was very serious, as if he was not wiping a cup, but cleaning up a priceless treasure with traces of history.

To the left and right, there are two drinking areas, with tables, chairs and benches, also made of the coarsest wood.

There were only three tables in a row, and there were only six on the left and right sides combined, and a few people were doing sporadically, and they were drinking.

Qi Shan looked back and was suddenly startled.

Apparently he had just stepped out of the fog, and he was now in the middle of the two areas, and the place where he was standing was in an aisle.

It's nothing, but what's really scary is that the drinking areas on the left and right sides are actually scary.

Qi Shan looked back, but he couldn't see the end at a glance.

It felt like I was in a tunnel, except that the walls on the left and right sides had been replaced by drinking areas with tables and chairs.

Just now I thought there weren't too many people, but it turned out that I was standing in the wrong place, but now looking back, there are not too many people.

As far as the eye can see, there are thousands of people scattered around, not counting the crowd that can't see the location behind.

I couldn't help but take dozens of steps forward, but I still didn't see my head.

Qi Shan shook his head, but decided to go back and talk to the old bartender at the bar.

Although it is impossible to confirm, Qi Shan guesses that this is probably a public area.

Using a bar as a public area is obviously a focus on communication and cooperation, and compared with the main god space, it is really a completely inverse space, which is quite interesting.

Walked to the bar, tapped the table lightly, and smiled: "Give me a bar with vodka without ice." ”

The bartender replied lightly and put down the glass in his hand.

Took out a small glass from the cabinet overhead, sadly poured half a vodka bottle, and slowly poured half a glass.

Qi Shan took a sip of it, the taste was pure and incredible.

Qi Shan looked up at the bartender, who was calmly doing his job, and said lightly: "Then Lord Walker, what do you want to know?" ”