Fang Xingyang's expression gradually became incredible.

He didn't expect that even this living projectile pitcher could become his "exclusive equipment", and he could even be upgraded.

Moreover, this amazing little guy also broke his record in terms of favorability, and was able to go from level 0 to level 10 all at once!

Fang Xingyang looked at the word "exclusive" on the top of the projectile pitcher's head for a long time, until a tired sigh came from his side.

"Xingyang...... Are you there? ”

Fang Xingyang's side, black flames rose up.

The Foggy Night Reaper awoke and slowly floated up from the ground.

The tattered black clothes on its body had not yet dried, and it was still wet and sticking to the skeleton under the black clothes, as terrifying as a ghost who came to ask for his life in the middle of the night.

"I'm here, store manager." Fang Xingyang agreed, couldn't stand the coquettishness of the projectile pitcher, and carried it to his own hands.

"Where did you get this little pet?" The Misty Night Reaper wondered.

Fang Xingyang could hear that the store manager's voice was very weak, presumably due to the singing.

"I brought it from the old witch's shop when I went to Pale Harbor." Fang Xingyang said, his gaze fell on the thin figure on the ground next to him.

"Now that you've finally brought this princess back, do you have a way to contact the other dark elves?"

The Foggy Night Reaper fell into deep thought.

Then, he shook his head helplessly.

"No, the Dark Elf family has disappeared for years, and almost no one has been able to contact them."

"But there's no need to contact her, it's estimated that they will come to ask for someone after dawn, as long as you keep an eye on her tonight and don't run around." As he spoke, the Foggy Night Reaper looked out of the dark window.

From time to time, some ghostly figures would lie out of the window of their shop and look inside, and when they saw the "candles" on the counter, they would howl unwillingly and leave.

The candlelight flickered, casting the shadows of Fang Xingyang and the Misty Night Reaper onto the ground.

"Send her to your bedroom to rest, she trusts you, you change her into clean clothes, and save the other dark elves from coming and making trouble for us when the time comes."

"If you're tired after you're done, go to my room to rest, and I'll keep vigil tonight."

With that, the Misty Night Reaper sat down at the counter of the store and opened the World Consignment Device.

Fang Xingyang put the projectile pitcher on his shoulder, picked up the dark elf and walked to his bedroom.

After stripping off the soaked clothes on the dark elf's body, Fang Xingyang's heart didn't have much turmoil, because his heart was filled with even greater uneasiness at the moment.

He had not heard the song from the sea for more than two months before, indicating that it had only recently appeared.

And he remembered very well that when he was in the sea, the system said that he was noticed by the [Havoc] target.

As for how powerful the [Catastrophe Level] was, Fang Xingyang didn't even have a general idea in his heart.

The store manager said that the singing voice of the [Catastrophe Level] target could even shake the power of the Great Necromancer's edict, which meant that the [Catastrophe Level] was at least the same level as the Great Necromancer, and might even be higher than the Great Necromancer.

The system uses 'he' to refer to the monster, which is enough to indicate the level of the monster......

If the [Catastrophe] target is a sapient creature, will he escape from under "Him"'s nose, will it cause "Him" to be dissatisfied or even retaliate?

Thinking of this, Fang Xingyang couldn't help but shudder fiercely.

……

After settling the dark elves, he returned to the hall.

The store manager is sitting at the counter, swiping through the orders on the World Orders screen.

Seeing him coming, the store manager pushed a chair in front of him.

"Sit down."

Fang Xingyang was puzzled and obediently did so.

"Is there anything wrong with your body? Or do you have some strange sounds in your head? ”

The manager turned to face him, staring into his eyes.

Staring at him, a chill ran down his spine.

"No, no...... What's wrong? ”

"It's nothing, it's a miracle that you survived, if you came back a second later, the circle would have closed."

"Circle?"

The store manager nodded, "The voice from the sea is a spiritual weapon, and I opened the teleportation circle under myself after I threw the hook to you. ”

"The song had a great impact on me, I was almost unconscious when you came up, but thankfully you came back before the circle closed."

"I have to say, the water is good."

"Luck was good, too."

The manager patted him on the shoulder with a hint of "this wood can be carved" and continued to focus on the commissions.

Fang Xingyang was still stunned.

Originally...... In the manager's understanding, is this how they came back to the store......

"The manager...... What is that in the nautics? After a long time, Fang Xingyang sat aside and asked softly.

"I don't know."

The store manager answered Fang Xingyang's heavy question lightly.

"I've lived in Fog Harbor for so long, haven't you heard the legend of that sea from anyone's mouth?"

Fang Xingyang shook his head, "No one told me. ”

"The legend tells a story about hell, people believe that the hell in the dark world is actually in the deepest part of the sea, it is a bottomless abyss, the abyss burns all day long with an unquenchable flame, countless monsters trapped in it endure endless fire and pain, they are cursed to never leave that hell, but it is not excluded that a few monsters strong enough broke the curse and escaped."

"The reason why the fog devouring port is called this is actually because the flames there have burned the sea water into steam and shrouded this port, and the fog in the fog devouring port has become thicker recently, and some people speculate that some big guy may have escaped from hell, and its body is burning with flames brought out of hell, burning more seawater into steam."

"Some people guess that it tore through the cracks in the hell when it broke through the curse, causing more seawater to pour into the hell, which is why the fog is getting thicker and thicker."

"But in any case, whatever the speculation, the fog is getting thicker and thicker in the harbor, and the appearance of that voice is enough to prove it."

"You kid is also a fortune teller, and even I can't bear that voice, but you can run up from the sea intact."

Fang Xingyang smiled stiffly, "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to come up." ”

The Misty Night Reaper nodded, "After handing over that princess to the Dark Elf family tomorrow, I'm going to leave for Necronomicon's Ridge, and it may take a few days to go back and forth, and during this time, I'm optimistic about the store." ”

"Don't worry, store manager, this is my home, I will definitely take care of it." Fang Xingyang came back to his senses from the legend and gritted his teeth.

"Oh? Really? Humph......"

The Misty Night Reaper sneered and raised his hand to point to a message on the World Mandate screen.

"So what's going on?"

Fang Xingyang was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart I didn't do anything bad......

It wasn't until he leaned over to take a look that his face turned red......