"This is what all men dream of......" said the old man, turning his head sideways and lowering his voice.

"And then?" The former was mysterious, not half of what he said, and the iron slag was a little impatient when he heard it, and then frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"Normally, male wormers with a purple spectrum have only two abilities, male and drone glands, while females reproduce for queens or queens." The old man smiled and continued, "The functions of the male ant gland and the male peak gland are much the same, the only difference is the difference in staying power and frequency......

"Got it." Iron Slag's face sank, interrupted the old man's words, and turned his head to continue reading the booklet.

Turning the next page, I saw that the old yellowed paper read:

Rare, No. 9982 (70% Insect Carapace, 30% Insect Elytra) 1500 Gold; No. 10895 (80% acidified body fluid, 6% osteolitic acid, 6% green bee toxin, 6% golden scorpion venom, 1% natural insect venom, anteater 1%) 1200 gold; No. 16421 (multiple nerves 33%, multiple vision 33%, multiple tympanic membranes 33%, multiple repetitive brain 1%) 3500 gold; No. 8795 (Frog Wings 33%, Bee Wings 33%, Ant Wings 33%, Butterfly Wings 1%) 20,000 gold; No. 4368 (Flea Bounce 50%, Locust Bounce 50%) 300 gold; No. 12771 (65% for Lacewings, 30% for Insects, 5% for Planarians) 5000 gold; No. 7729 (70% of the poisonous bee needle, 15% of the poisonous scorpion tail, 15% of the poisonous spider stinger) 1700 gold......

"The first item is the number of the corpse, the second is the probability of gaining power, and the third item is the price." The old man leaned over and explained.

"Why don't you write spectral colors here, but directly write about specific abilities." Iron Slag asked curiously.

"The spectrum of basic abilities is pure colors, while the spectrum of rare abilities is mixed colors. First of all, it is difficult to describe the mixed colors literally, and secondly, the secret of distinguishing the mixed color spectrum is passed down from generation to generation by our corpse carriers, otherwise it will ......," the old man smiled and said with a frown, "others will rob us of our abilities and then steal our business. ”

Listening to the old man's words, Iron Slag couldn't help but glance up at him. Judging from the selling price of the ability, the corpse carrier's business is indeed lucrative, and it will inevitably attract the prying eyes of most of the insects.

"This is the old rule of our corpse carriers...... The old man ......seemed to sense the wary gaze of the iron slag, and said with a dry smile. The latter looked at the former's hollow eye sockets, thinking that this old man clearly had no eyes, but his actions were not affected at all, and his ability to see was even stronger than his, so he asked, "How do you see things?" ”

"Brainwave sensing." The old man gestured and said, "Just like the master of the abyss of the bee ant swarm." ”

When the old man mentioned the Abyss Master, Iron Slag suddenly remembered that he could use genetic plunder to absorb the crystal nucleus, and hurriedly asked this question. The old man replied without thinking about it, the insect transformer cannot absorb the crystal nucleus, but the compound evolutionary of the insect and the psyker, the spirit insect envoy, can directly absorb the psionic star sand in the crystal nucleus to strengthen itself, as for the compound evolutionary of the insect and the traditional evolutionary, the star insect envoy, because the number is too scarce, there is no relevant information to record. But theoretically speaking, the Star Worm Envoy has the conditions to absorb the crystal nucleus, and compared to the psionic people below the eighth order, they have a higher affinity for the psionic star sand.

After listening to the old man's narration, Tie Slag nodded his head and said rarely: "Thank you." ”

"Young man, if you are satisfied, you can reward you with a little money." The old man stretched out his thin hand and said calmly.

"Uh......" Iron Slag was stunned for a moment, and the pamphlet in his hand almost fell to the ground. After a few seconds of silence, Iron Slag pulled out a gold coin and threw it over. When the old man heard the movement, he immediately flipped his hand with a smile......

"Jingle Bell." However, the old man's hand shook a little from overtension, and the coin bounced off his finger, and then fell to the ground and rolled. I only heard a strange cry from the old man, and rushed over desperately. And the gold coin kept rolling into the depths of the passage, and in the blink of an eye, the old man's figure flashed, turned sideways, rushed forward, scooped it up with one hand, and then slammed into the iron drawer on the side with a "clang......

Tie Zhakou stared at everything that was happening in front of him in a daze, and it wasn't until the old man fell to the ground with his feet on all fours that he came back to his senses and hurriedly stepped forward to help the other party up.

"Oops...... Old, old...... It doesn't work......" the old man sighed as he clutched the gold coin in one hand and touched his forehead with the other.

Looking at the old man who loves money like his life, Tie Slag subconsciously scratched his hair, thinking that he would have to lower the price for a while, I'm afraid it would be difficult.

After a moment, the old man recovered from his vertigo, and Iron Slag pointed to one item numbered 8795 and asked, "What is the difference between these four abilities?" The former then introduced that the flight speed of the wings of the frog is average, the durability of the membranous wings is also average, and the growth cycle is one week; The flight speed of the bee wing is higher, the durability of the membrane wing is also higher, and the growth cycle is three months. Ant wings have a lower flight speed and lower durability of membranous wings, but the growth cycle is very short, only eight hours; As for the butterfly wing, because the flying wing is not a membranous wing but a scaly wing, it is a bit unsatisfactory in terms of flight speed, durability, and growth cycle, and the only benefit is that it lasts for a long time. The old man said that the spectrum of butterfly wings on the corpse numbered 8795 was negligible and almost negligible. Then, he emphasized: "Of course, if you happen to run into it, there is no way to do it. ”

After listening to the old man's narration, Iron Slag nodded thoughtfully, and then continued to flip through the booklet. In the next ten or so pages, there are all kinds of rare abilities, but most of them are duplicated, but the probability of obtaining them is a little different, and I don't see abilities similar to "latent parasitism" and "blade joints". Flipping through the pages, I turned to the last page.

"That's all? Aren't there any epic and legendary ones? Iron Slag asked.

"Yes, yes, but priceless." The old man replied.

"What do you mean?" Iron Slag asked.

"It means you can't buy it with money." The old man added, "If you really come from the War Bear Temple, go back and ask your elders to understand. ”

"Anyway, it doesn't mean to sell, right?" Iron Slag asked rhetorically.

"Hmm." "Can you take a look?" "Nope." The old man simply refused.

Iron Slag looked at the ceiling and thought for a while, then picked up the pamphlet and flipped to the second page, pointed to the item "No. 8795" and said, "I want this, but I don't have enough money, can it be cheaper." ”

"Young man, the old blind man gave you this cost price because of your good looks and heroic spirit, do you know ......" The old man waved his hand and said, "I have tens of thousands of maintenance fees here a year, and this price is already very low, and it can't be lower......"

"Then forget it." Iron Slag spread his hands and said.

"Otherwise, it's fate to meet in the vast sea of people, I'll be cheaper by three hundred gold, what do you think?" The old man discussed. Iron Slag shook his head and didn't speak. Seeing this, the old man frowned and thought for a while, then stretched out five fingers and said loudly with a sad face, "Five hundred gold!" The old blind is out of the way, and he will give you five hundred gold cheaper. Then, he nodded helplessly and sighed, "Okay...... If we lose, we will lose, who wants us to have a fate? ”

"I don't have enough money." Iron Slag said.

"How many do you have?" The old man asked with a look of hope on his face. Iron Slag glanced at the former, opened his palm, and stretched out five fingers.

"Five thousand gold dare to buy flying wings?" The old man said in surprise.

"Five hundred ......" iron slag corrected.

"You ......" The old man suddenly opened his mouth wide and looked demented. It didn't take long for him to recover from his sluggishness and said to the iron slag: "Basic level, how about it, come to a basic level, and calculate it cheaper for you." ”

"Not interested." Iron Slag shook his head.

"Or ...... Let's have a flea bounce, only three hundred gold. The old man said as he lay on the ground and demonstrated, "Look at you, jump a dozen meters high, just like flying." ”

"Not interested." "Or, get an ant muscle, this is the most practical, first take a breath up, and then roar, suddenly as strong as an ox, just five hundred gold, I'll give you another twenty gold cheaper, how about it?" The old man said excitedly.

"It's useless, let's talk about it later." Iron Slag said. Now I don't have much money on me, and the team's salary is about to be paid, so I'll wait until I earn money later.

"Young man, you can't do this, you have to buy at least one ability to prove that you are an insect." The old man's face sank, and he said, "Look, I have brought you here, and you should show some sincerity." ”

"Did I force you to bring me here?" Iron Slag frowned and asked.

"Uh......" the old man thought for a moment and said sincerely, "Young man, let me be honest with you, in this wind and sand castle, only a very few insects know about the existence of cold storage, and they will never easily divulge this secret, so you must prove your identity, otherwise...... We will be an undying enemy. ”

"Can you keep me?" Iron Slag asked in a deep voice.

"I'll blow it up if I have to." The old man replied lightly, although the voice was not loud, but there was indescribable determination in his tone

"I didn't bring any money, or ...... You give me a power. Iron Slag grinned and suggested.

"You ......" The old man shook his head helplessly like a deflated ball, and said, "If I remember correctly, the last person who knew that the cold stock was in and went to the guide square was old Locke, as far as I know, his adopted son died half a year ago, and now he is cumin, and he should not betray us." At this, the old man raised his head, looked at the iron slag with his empty eye sockets, and said solemnly, "Now, please tell me, how did you gain the trust of old Locke?" ”

Iron Slag hesitated for a moment, remembering what he had seen in the Guide's Square that day, and finally made up his mind to slowly take Kozan's harmonica from his coat pocket. He believed that the dying old man would not harm him. For, when he spoke of the Temple of Splendour, he saw a dancing flame in the old man's eyes.

It was the purest fire in the world, the fire of faith.

"This ...... This is! At the moment when the iron slag took out the silver harmonica, the old blind eye was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face seemed to freeze, as if he had suddenly frozen the picture, and his body stiffened.

Minutes and seconds passed in a deathly silence......

The old man's dull expression gradually turned into incomparable shock. At the same time, he trembled all over, and involuntarily stretched out his thin hand towards the iron slag, and murmured, "Young man...... Yes...... Can you show me ......?"

Iron Slag stared at the harmonica in his hand, was silent for a while, and finally slowly handed it over. The old man stretched out his hands to catch it, but just as he was about to touch the harmonica, he suddenly retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted. Immediately afterward, he grinded his hands vigorously on his clothes in a panic, and repeated nervously in a whisper: "The hands of the corpse bearer are too dirty to touch...... Can't touch ...... Can't touch ......."

After a while, the old man gradually regained his composure, raised his head, and said to the iron slag: "Young man, please put away your war song harmonica, you have already proved your identity." ”