"I suddenly feel idle......

After handing over the negotiation issue with the eldest lady of the Ke family to Qingxingdeng, Feng Xue suddenly felt as if she had nothing to do.

The 121st floor still needs to wait for the CD, and all parties in the Cyber God World are still in the accumulation period, and rash operation may be counterproductive.

The operation of the working hell is quite stable, and Feng Xue does not intend to intervene before swallowing the entire city.

As for the gaming world, who knows how long Jayston will have to toss around there.

After thinking for a while, Feng Xue simply walked into the secret store, looked at the witch NPC in front of him who carried out the mysticism to the end, and before he could speak, the witch handed over the bill.

Feng Xue was also here to relieve boredom, so he found a place to sit down at the divination table, while rummaging through the content he was interested in, and suddenly, a group of sales groups attracted his attention:

"Anyway, how can there be a match?"

The goods in the Secret Shop are broadly divided into three types, the legacy of the old gods, the dreams of the past, and the traces of history, that is, the ownerless illusions, the broken world, and the world coordinates.

These three things should have no intersection at all, but when she flipped through the manifest, Feng Xue found that she had to buy goods that could only be purchased with two or three together.

For example-

The phantom object called [A Bottle of Water], a set of goods composed of what looked like a broken crystal ball, and an air-dried seed, the price was as high as 300 billion towers, although this figure was a monthly salary for Feng Xue, but for most strange people, it was enough to support their consumption for thousands of years.

"There is a coordination effect in the complete set of items, and only the exhaustive method that Infinite City can use to match it, although it may not be perfect, but it can definitely produce linkage."

The witch's tone was very firm, Feng Xue couldn't help but be curious, and found a few pairs of similar groups of phantoms, but she didn't find any usage that could be called linkage.

He thought about it for a while, but still asked directly:

"Can you be specific? For example, how to linkage? Of course, if you don't say anything here, I can go to the bartender......"

Speaking of this, Feng Xue reached out and took out a whole box of tower coins as if she suddenly remembered something, the witch reached out and took the suitcase, took about two-thirds, and pushed the rest back with the box, and then said:

"The legacy of the Old Gods carries the remnants of a completely vanished Old God, and with the illusions of the past, it can build a strange seed that fits, and as long as this prototype reaches a world that matches it enough, it can be combined with the mainstream rules of the current world and incubated by integrating some of its own tags. And because there is no real legend circulating in this world, there is no need to worry about the revival of the ancestor monster, and you only need to play it simply to activate it. ”

"In other words, this combination can be directed to generate specific weird entries?"

Feng Xue immediately became interested, looking for a pleasing phantom in the manifest, the witch nodded, and then warned:

"This practice has high requirements for the strength of its own strange talk, as well as the understanding of the rules for the formation of strange talk, if one aspect is not up to standard, it will be eaten by the strange talk, becoming a bad omen, although there is a probability of recovery again, but the recovered individual is no longer the original individual. Moreover, its incubation is based on its own tags, and this kind of item has no meaning for the strange talk that it does not have enough tags. ”

"That's why it's only available to the Layer Master?" Feng Xue nodded thoughtfully, but he didn't care, he had to burn dozens of Martial Gods as firewood every day, and his experience in this area was definitely enough, and the number of labels was ...... With the blessing of the power of [Seven Tricks Exquisite], he can't count the labels on his body.

Help me sift through and list all three of the best combinations.

Feng Xue gave the order, and the divination witch immediately completed the update of the manifest, and compared to the original bells and whistles, the almost endless list immediately shrank.

But even if it shrinks, there are still dozens of combinations in front of him.

"It's all phantom creatures of unknown significance, and there's no way to tell what kind of weirdness the original owner was."

Feng Xue frowned and swept over the strange phantoms, but she didn't feel strange, after all, the so-called legacy of the old gods was something that would only remain after the original strange story died, if it was really that well-known, it wouldn't be here......

Suddenly, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he frowned-

"Why are there phantoms that I know?"

He looked at the phantom thing called "Mighty Spinach", the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a bag of salt flashed back and forth between his left and right hands, indicating that his mood was not calm at this time.

To which the witch replied only plainly:

"The goods here are garbage from different worlds, and what you know may have been forgotten in other worlds, just like a well-known figure from 200 years ago, no one will necessarily remember it 200 years from now, and even if it is recorded in history, most of them are only one-sided, except for a very few professionals, no one knows about it. And when this knowledge is reduced to less than the minimum required to exist, the myth dies. ”

Hearing this, Feng Xue took a deep breath, although he could easily say the names and deeds of the ancients hundreds of years or even thousands of years ago, but he also understood that after all, this was only a very small number of living beings in that era, just like ancient poems, although there are many existing ancient poems, but compared to the poems that really existed, I am afraid that it is only a small part, and no one will know whether those poems that have disappeared in history will have works like "lonely and overwhelming the whole Tang Dynasty".

With the advent of the information age, this situation is destined to become more and more serious, every day there are stalks outdated, and every day there are stories that are forgotten, such as many childhood memories of his time before he traveled back and when he was a teenager, and he can't even remember the full names of those stories, and many of those who can remember them can no longer find resources, it is difficult to imagine that in a few decades, whether there will be people who still remember those classic characters, and in a few hundred years, whether there will be future people who are accustomed to new art forms to look back on those hundreds of years ago, which are like mosaics in their eyes.

Maybe just an accident, a fire, a war, a natural disaster, may make the accumulation of the entire civilization collapse, even if the strange talk of the isotope of the other world still exists, but it is the strange talk of that world after all.

Waving away the slight surprise in his heart, Feng Xue buried his head in the list of goods, and suddenly, a phantom object that surprised him a little entered his field of vision-

[Phantom Object: Golden Hoop Stick].

"!"

The outline of the new book has finally been finalized, and of course, readers who are familiar with me know that they may suddenly have a dream and another one, but for now, it should be the story of a time-traveler who has not inherited his memory to find himself (you just listen to it).

A rough introduction.

The general process is -

crossed over, was in prison, and what he meowed was [single room].

When I went to work the next day, most of the prisoners seemed to respect "me".

During the release, prisoners often come over and tell some riddles that are not available.

Exploring "my" past through the golden finger, I found that I was good at sketching, and I wanted to be admitted to the art academy but was not admitted, and later became a soldier......

Now, there is a choice in Goldfinger -

What should "I" do?

Got it, I'm going to write a book!

Of course, the story is certainly more than that, and it can only be regarded as a small opening statement in the first volume. I don't know if it can arouse interest.

The world background is completely empty, and the protagonist is definitely not a war criminal, but other than that, no spoilers.

(End of chapter)