Volume 12 [Creation! The Death of the Terminator!] Chapter 98 The Secret of the Gold Mine

After finishing this series of things, Fang Senyan and his team successfully handed over to President Wilson, and then boarded a sub-airship used for emergency escape according to the prompts in the space.

After boarding, it felt that although the airship was unmanned, it began to drift upward at an astonishing speed, breaking through the atmosphere and coming to the vast starry sky.

Because the reward for passing the level was changed to +1 point of legend, the summary of passing the level was also very quick, so there was no need to say more. Soon, everyone returned to the nightmare space.

When Fang Senyan returned to the team space, he found a box on his desk with the words "Imperial** required transit privilege delivery" written on it. It seemed that it should be transferred to him by the system in the empire.

Fang Senyan was very curious about who would give him such a thing. According to his speculation, this thing should be about his bloody major general armor, but at this time, things were still complicated, so he put it aside for the time being.

At this moment, he felt that there were so many things on his mind that he was a little flustered for a while. He sat down at the table and wrote and drew, listing them one by one.

Now the first thing Fang Senyan had to do was obviously to synthesize the title after getting the "Great Collector".

Next, his merit points were also sufficient, mainly because the burst of ten kills and the G-point decomposition of the magic sword Apophis brought a lot of merit points. The current merit points were: Colonel 403/400 (8 points were deducted for using 4 extinctions), and it was obviously time to promote to Major General.

There was also the issue of team replenishment, which was already urgent. As for the candidates for replenishment, Fang Senyan had some considerations in his mind at this time, but he never did things that he was not sure of, so he did not tell the others. Otherwise. If the poached people did not come, wouldn't it be very embarrassing?

In addition, Fang Senyan had to get into the best condition. Then use the legendary item: the scalp of the Cretan god to get an S-level ability. Sanzai also had to prepare to learn the power of the dead at this time.

Zi and Jiao Shi had obtained the awakening skill in the last world, and they were quickly strengthened. Therefore, it was a bit like forcing the growth of seedlings. According to convention, they also needed to exercise more in the space to exert their greatest power.

There was also the life and death of the dark green gloves. Obviously, if extinction was used again, then there was no doubt that this pair of expensive gloves would be wiped out. Before solving this matter, Fang Senyan and others had their extinction abilities sealed.

Old Charlie also needed a certain degree of strengthening because the seeds of the devil Freddy were planted in his mind. This was also a money-burning project...

Finally. After his current talent ability was improved, it was reasonable that the disease resistance factor would also be improved. This was almost a foregone conclusion, which meant that he might be able to try to impact it once... **? ? However, Fang Senyan immediately shuddered. If he wanted to learn **, then it was obvious that he should have at least 30 points of merit value reserves...

Well, it was really a headache! Sheyan sighed, and finally he wrote a project that would benefit the team's economy:

That is, there is another dark gold war stick that can be sold, which should be able to sell for a good price. In addition, there are thirteen "stinking phantom particles" that can be exchanged for merit points. Unknown strange objects that can be exchanged for merit points are always hard currency, and this thing worth 13 merit points should also be able to be exchanged for a sum of money.

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"Gold mine! There is a good opportunity to make money." Sheyan lay down on the chair and shouted lazily.

As a rule, Mr. Gold Mine has a pride that surpasses the British swordsman and the French musketeer. This kind of shouting behavior will not get any response--------the premise is that there is no mention of keywords such as "making money", "getting rich", "profit" in the content of the call.

So Sheyan is very sure that Gold Mine will appear in front of him within three seconds, and in the blink of an eye he will appear in the originally empty corner.

But this time, Fang Senyan miscalculated. He closed his eyes and opened them again, but there was still nothing in front of him. At this moment, Fang Senyan even felt confused for a moment. For some reason, his heart also became empty.

"Jinkuang, it's very profitable. If you don't come out, I will give this order to someone else."

Still no one responded. Fang Senyan squinted his eyes, slowly stood up, and then walked towards the room where Jinkuang usually stayed. Although Fang Senyan didn't come here often, he still remembered the furnishings there - because Jinkuang's way of decorating the room was really unusual.

In the middle of the room, there was a sky-blue hammock with patches on top of patches. If nothing unexpected happened, Jinkuang would usually snore on it. The left corner of the wall was blackened by smoke. Next to it was a crude picnic stove made of broken red fire bricks. On top of it was a rotten iron pot. Next to it were piles of waste books, waste newspapers, broken copper, rotten iron, Coke 7-Up cans, and the like. There was also a tattered snakeskin bag for pig feed hanging on the wall.

Looking at the position where the blackened snakeskin bag was hung and the style of display, it was almost like the kind of aristocratic families like to hang a bull head, bear head, or deer head they hunted in the living room.

But after Sheyan walked to the door of the room, he suddenly froze.

Because the room in front of me is so clean and tidy as never before!

Of course, the so-called clean and tidy is also relative. For example, there are still traces of smoke and fire on the walls, and there are traces of dust everywhere. However, those rags, hammocks, rotten iron pots, and linen cloth The pockets were all emptied!

Sheyan stood stunned at the door for a long time, and finally thought of a more appropriate word to describe the situation in front of him, and that was "moving".

Clean and smooth moving.

He clicked on his personal attribute column in disbelief. The sub-item of "Servant" only contained the words "Old Charlie"! ! ! ! This guy Jin Min unexpectedly took the initiative to break away from the master-servant relationship with Fang Sheyan at some point.

An indescribable emotion lingered in Fang Senyan's heart. He had an indescribable feeling at this moment. But at this moment, the feeling of losing Mogansha emerged from the bottom of his heart again, making Fang Senyan couldn't help but feel hearty. The urge to cry! He had heard a song called "It's not a sin for a man to cry" before, but at this time, he deeply felt the taste of the song.

But after being distracted for a moment, Sheyan quickly suppressed this emotion. Because he understands that this is a futile and unhelpful behavior. Instead of wasting energy on it, it is better to figure out why the gold mine suddenly disappeared.

Fang Sheyan looked around and carefully observed the empty room. Then, his eyes stopped at the smoky place in the corner. That should be the kitchen of the gold mine. This guy should be secretly using waste materials here. Newspaper and firewood were used for cooking.

Fang Sheyan pondered for a moment, then walked over and pressed the most sensitive fingertips on the ground. He suddenly realized that the temperature of this area was obviously much hotter than the rest. That shows one thing. The escape from the gold mine was not premeditated, but when he was living and cooking, he suddenly felt something crucial. This incident directly caused this guy's three views to be changed. Destroyed, he could only run away from home in a hurry.

If you want to figure out other people's psychological activities, it is best to put yourself in the other person's shoes and consider the problem after restoring the situation at that time.

Therefore, Fang Senyan followed his usual memory and sat in the place where Gold Mine often sat when cooking and began to meditate. Obviously, according to the temperature left on the ground, the moment when Gold Mine felt something abnormal was probably The moment my group of people returned, then, what special thing did I bring back this time?

When Fang Senyan was racking his brains to think over and over, his fingers were hanging down by his side, tapping the floor habitually, but there was a rough and uneven feeling on the fingertips, as if there were some criss-crossing patterns on the smooth floor. Like scratches.

Sheyan was a little surprised at once, because you must know that this place is an absolutely safe area, so the floor and furniture are indestructible. At least he cannot do this, but how to explain the scratches on the floor? ?

When he thought of this, Fang Senyan's heart moved, so he found a thin and large piece of paper and pressed it tightly on the scratched floor, and then used a pencil to smear it back and forth. Gradually, he could see the scratches clearly. It was scratched, and after careful identification, it turned out to be many scrawled and messy sentences!

When Fang Senyan saw this guy from the gold mine, he noticed that it liked to scratch the ground with its long black nails when it was alone. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be an important clue today. At this time, Sheyan began to read the sentences on the paper and entered into the complex psychological state of the gold mine at that time.

"Master has a very strange feeling..."

“The familiar and the unfamiliar mingle together like three cents among sevenpence.”

"I feel very irritable. I seem to have missed something. Didn't I pick up the coconut milk can that someone just drank?"

"Well, have these bastards managed to come back again? Hahaha, I have a hunch that we can make huge profits from this, time is money!"

"What does that feel like??!!!!!"

"That's... the remnant aura of Apophis??"

"How is it possible, how is it possible, that Apophis was eaten??"

"Shouldn't Apophis surrender to all direct bloodlines? Why was he destroyed and eaten in turn? The aura of the master now...isn't the absolute nothingness hidden in extinction!! It's really not, although it seems It’s very similar to extinction, but actually there is a fundamental difference! It’s like the difference between gold and platinum!”

"Was I wrong from the beginning? Oh my God, my God! Did the great gold mine make a mistake more serious than losing ten gold coins?"

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