When Lin Mochen broke into the famous city, the sunset had disappeared.

A few zombies were wandering around the streets, and one or two of the rows of shops had opened their doors and were putting their belongings ready to go about business.

Seeing such an empty street, Lin Mochen was extremely unaccustomed to it.

He knew he had made a mistake, and he was still out a little early. Anyone who likes to go shopping knows that it is cold and cold when it comes early, and cold and cold when it is late. After all, you have to follow the habits of the merchants, so that you can enjoy the food and buy the right things.

Of course, merchants will also adapt to the habits of people who shop, but they cater to most people, not Lin Mochen. There's no reason and there's no need, right?

With just a few stores, Lin Mochen didn't have to choose, so he looked at them carefully.

The first one - to buy clothes.

Ho, why is it so scary!

I turned a corner at the door, and I didn't want to go in.

At that glance just now, I saw two sets of clothes. The silk horse coat and plain gown with the "swastika" pattern on the blue background made Lin Mochen panic in his heart. Although he is dead, and even killed a lot of things with his own hands, he is still relatively repulsive to these things.

Lin Mochen walked fast, was not solicited by the clerk, and arrived at the second store for a long time.

With the experience of the first one, he didn't have much expectations.

Before he could settle his mind and get ready, a little staff came out, "Little brother, the coffin in our store ......"

He didn't hear the next words clearly, he was already stumbling under his feet, and he almost fell to the ground.

Isn't this a whole person? It's not a shroud shop, but it's a coffin hall, and I look like someone who wants to go into the ground?

It is also Lin Mochen's limited understanding of the zombie country, when he reads various travelogues and customs, he focuses more on some bizarre events and does not involve some popular things.

It's like we're always going to share something special so that we can capture the interest of others.

For zombies, a shroud is normal, and there is nothing wrong with having a coffin.

There is nothing to say about the clothes, everyone wears them, it is nothing more than a different preference.

And the coffin is very particular, it is not only used to block the sun, wind and rain as a small house, but also used to improve cultivation. The coffin is divided into five categories according to the material: wooden coffin, sarcophagus, jade coffin, crystal coffin, and spirit coffin.

There is a record of Lin Mochen's own understanding, because of the story of a jade coffin brother who turned against each other, and a crystal coffin set off a storm in the zombie country. It's just that he subconsciously doesn't want to accept and believe.

"Little brother, I don't need this. Lin Mochen gently patted his leg twice, giving himself courage.

"Little brother. "This clerk is self-cooked.

Are you old, you are only old! Can you speak? Lin Mochen turned around and wanted to leave, but unfortunately he was pulled by the clerk on his sleeve. Beat him to death, and he won't tell you what the clerk's real action is - help.

"If you have weak legs, you don't have a good coffin to assist in cultivation. The worst quality of our 'Golden Stone Jade Coffin' is a high-quality wooden coffin, as long as you pick one, you can keep it for ten thousand years to improve your cultivation. ”

Ten thousand years?

After listening to the clerk's words, the courage in Lin Mochen's heart had returned, his knees stiffened, and he straightened up.

"Little brother, it's not that I don't want it, it's just that I'm shy and don't dare to see more. ”

This is a skill learned in the previous life, as long as you show the essence of "poverty" to the enthusiastic clerks, they will definitely be uninterested in you. This is the essence of judging people by their appearance.

It's just that Lin Mochen's method doesn't seem to be useful, and the clerk still warmly invited: "It's okay, it's okay, we can go in and have a look, find out, next time you can take away your favorite coffin." ”

As a small house, Lin Mochen didn't know much about this situation, and he ignored the situation in the store. Now that it has just opened, the store is deserted, and Lin Mochen is the "popularity" that is urgently needed.

Facing such an enthusiastic clerk, Lin Mochen, who didn't know how to refuse, was a little flustered, "I must go in and see?"

The clerk still has a smile on his face, but his face affects the effect.

"Not really, if you have time, check it out so you can come and buy it next time. ”

I buy your face...... No, what am I buying you for?

After all, Lin Mochen still followed the clerk's pull into the shop with the four blood words "Jinshi Jade Coffin".

The coffins in the store are not sorted by quality as expected. There are hundreds of miniature coffins in the store, with a mix of middle and left and right, with the only difference being that the coffin in the middle looks more delicate and gorgeous.

"Little brother, you see, although the coffin on the left looks inconspicuous, it is definitely worth the price, with a minimum of ninety-nine blood stones. The clerk was still doing his job, and he didn't let it go because Lin Mochen was pulling in to make up the numbers.

Ninety-nine blood stones? "only"? This is a black shop!

The main reason for Lin Mochen's anger was that the cheapest coffin was about the same price as him.

Bloodstone is a mineral used for cultivation generated by heaven and earth, which is wrapped in a large amount of blood qi, which can promote the cultivation of zombies, and is also the currency that zombies mainly use to trade. Bloodstone is divided into three grades, upper, middle and lower, and the exchange is generally 1:100.

But compared to blood alchemy, bloodstone is not so easy to use. Blood alchemy is an elixir refined from the blood of fierce beasts, brute beasts and other creatures, which can be better absorbed.

Blood alchemy is divided into 1-10 levels according to the level of the main material, and the exchange between each other is 1:10.

As for the exchange between blood alchemy and blood stones, a second-level blood alchemy can be exchanged for a lower-grade bloodstone, a fourth-level blood alchemy can be exchanged for a medium-grade bloodstone, and a sixth-level blood alchemy can be exchanged for a high-grade bloodstone.

Lin Mochen's cultivation is the pinnacle of the eighth generation of generals, that is, his blood can be used to refine the third-level blood alchemy. If he encounters an unskilled alchemist, it is estimated that his worth will fall below ten third-level blood alchemists.

An inexplicable fire rose in his heart, and he stopped following the clerk and walked out.

The clerk was puzzled, and thought that he had introduced it wrong, so he hurriedly said loudly: "If you don't like the coffin on the left, we still have the coffin in the middle......"

At this time, an old voice interrupted the clerk's words: "Don't say it, that poor boy doesn't add up to one or two bloodstones." ”

The clerk's enthusiasm suddenly dissipated without a trace, "Are you wrong again, I thought that his clothes were of high quality and his net worth must be expensive." ”

"Little Six ......"

Not to mention that the shopkeeper brought the little clerk, Lin Mochen walked out of the store without looking back, and suddenly lost the desire to visit the store.

At this time, a strong smell of blood plasma came.

At the moment when he entered the shop, there were already many more vendors on the street. Even the walking zombies have a lot more, and some of them are still carrying some things in their hands, which is obviously a small gain.

This seems to be similar to the street when I was alive.

The depressed mood was diluted a lot by this sense of familiarity, and Lin Mochen squeezed towards a crowded place.

"A duck blood vermicelli. ”

This peddler is a short and fat little old man, with fangs in his mouth, which is exactly the appearance of the general, and the cultivation is about nine generations of the general.

Seeing a bowl of blood-colored vermicelli being served, Lin Mochen looked at the customer's appearance carefully. There was a hint of obsession in each eye, and fangs loomed on their mouths.

I'll go, isn't this just a bunch of bloodthirsty zombies?

All the excitement was diluted by blood, and Lin Mochen once again squeezed through the crowd.