"Is there a price?"

"How can there be no price?"

The old man of the tomb keeper looked at Chen Miao strangely: "There is no price for anything in this world, if you steal someone else's wife, you will have to bear the danger of being caught and killed by your husband, right?" Even if you breathe oxygen, you have to bear the cost of oxygen oxidizing your internal organs, right? ”

"Of course, there is a price."

"But at least alive."

"As long as you live, any cost is bearable."

Chen Miao didn't communicate much with the old man of the grave keeper anymore, time was running out, he needed to find the hungry monkey again, he put the D-level taboo "sweetheart's madness" on the hungry monkey, this time he needed to bring this taboo to enter the secret realm, in case there was a female boss or something, the damage he caused would be countless times higher with this thing.

After doing all this.

He didn't even have much time to explain anything to the hungry monkey when a vortex suddenly appeared under his feet, accompanied by a sudden sense of weightlessness, and a dazzling bright light instantly surged.

When he regained his down-to-earth feeling, he slowly opened his eyes.

in a chalet.

There was only one broken window, through which it looked like a forest, and the furnishings inside the house were very simple, and there was a thin layer of fine ash, it looked like no one had stepped into it for a long time, and this hut should be the hunter's hut.

Many hunters will build such a hut in the forest for convenience, and when winter comes to the hunting season, this house will be empty, and often this kind of house will not be locked, in order to facilitate passers-by to borrow for a night, or to hide from predators.

This is also a custom that has been passed down from a long time ago.

In this kind of arduous and crisis-ridden industry, altruism is shared by everyone, today's altruism is tomorrow's self-interest, on the contrary, some peaceful industries, altruistic industries are almost non-existent, today's altruism is equivalent to today's self-harm.

Chen Miao quickly took in all the furnishings in the wooden house.

A specimen of a bear's head hanging from the wall with some ash.

Shotguns on the table, and scattered shotguns.

Hides on the floor.

and six people sitting in various corners of the room, observing the same at this time.

At the same time—

A panel slowly appeared in front of him.

"Name of the Secret Realm": The filial son of a poor family.

"Uncharted Level": Grade C.

"Secret Realm Introduction": This is a secret realm where you need to make the right choice.

"Uncharted Quest": Approved by the village chief.

"Optional Missions":

1: Recognized by the 'filial son of the poor'.

2: Recognized as a "grave keeper who has been guarding the general's tomb for ten years".

3: Recognized by the "old-timers who have blown suona all their lives".

"Uncharted Progress": This dungeon has a maximum clearance progress of 100%, and it has been cleared perfectly.

"Introduction to the Secret Realm": Those who win the hearts of the people win the world.

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“.”

The moment he saw the secret realm introduction panel popping up in front of him, Chen Miao's body slowly tensed, and while preventing these high-level players not far away from suddenly erupting, he was a little confused.

He didn't see a trace of combat elements in the introduction of this secret realm.

It looks like a family secret.

A C-level secret realm, a secret realm that makes countless people fear like a tiger, they just want to be recognized by some NPCs?

However, he is more familiar with these three people in the side quest, and before moving, the old man who guards the grave stopped him and told him about these three people, but he only told the story of these three people.

Nothing else important was mentioned.

That's when —

"You've read all the introductions to the secret realm, right?"

A man in a tuxedo looked extremely elegant, and he did not shy away from sitting on a chair covered with cobwebs and dust, shaking the red wine glass in his hand, and said with a somewhat confused expression: "Old rules, let's introduce ourselves." ”

"From me first, level 42, profession is magician."

"The ability is changeable, not very suitable for frontal combat and boss battles, and suitable for detours and street fights."

"That's right—"

The man paused, looked up at the crowd, raised his glass lightly, and said with a smile: "I am quite famous in my brain, and I can also be used as a half military advisor." ”

The voice fell.

A strong man standing under the bear-headed specimen on the side said angrily: "Do you still need to introduce?" You're all familiar faces, I've met you a few times, and this time it seems like there are only two new faces, right? ”

"A woman, and a young man in an overcoat."

Immediately after that, everyone turned their eyes on Chen Miao and another woman, obviously these two people were the so-called newcomer faces, but their eyes only stayed on Chen Miao for a moment, and they were more focused on the woman.

The reason is simple.

From the moment she entered this secret realm, this woman shrank in the corner and looked trembling with fear, and she looked very young, like a college student who had strayed into the secret realm.

If you are in the F-level secret realm, this performance is normal, and anyone who is new will be like this, maybe some people will feel pity.

But this is a C-class secret realm.

Everything looks weird.

Who can get to the step of the C-level secret realm, which one is not the dragon and phoenix among people? To put it mildly, standing here are crawling out of the pile of dead people, what kind of newcomer are you pretending to be here?

The more this is the case, the more it means that there is something wrong with this woman, and it is a big problem.

Very big.

For a while, people even ignored Chen Miao on the side, and their eyes were all focused on this poor woman, and the killing intent in her eyes was almost overflowing.

"In fact, the seven-person group does not have to be seven people to clear the customs."

Standing on the side, with his hands in his pockets, and a huge bazooka on his back, the young man who looked quite Sven said slowly in a cold voice, and the meaning of his words was extremely clear.

Chen Miao glanced at this young man with a little surprise, this was the first time he had seen such a high-level gunner transcendent in the secret realm.

The main weapon should be that bazooka?

It looks big, and it should be a lot of power.

And he quickly looked at all the people in this room.

A pretending man wearing a tuxedo and drinking red wine.

A strong man who looks as strong as a bear, and can guess with his ass, must be a martial artist's profession.

One is this gunner with a bazooka on his back, who should be good at fixed-point output, which coincides with the direction he is good at.

One is a pitiful female college student hiding in a corner.

The remaining two, who looked like sisters, were both dressed in leather clothes, one red-haired and the other purple-haired, with the redhead carrying a leather whip in his hand and the purple-haired carrying a scythe in his hand like a weapon of death, and neither of them spoke.

It's just that he exudes coldness all over his body, and he stands there, with the effect of not approaching anyone.

(End of chapter)