The Second Coming of the Myth: I have obtained the blood of the Candle Dragon

Chapter 83 The Immortal Touching the Top
The sound of piercing the air resounded, and the ancient sword was dancing in the room airtightly. The man seemed to be an ancient knight, and every move was full of charm.

"call--"

Su Lin put his hands back and stood up, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead. He had just practiced an ancient sword technique called Piao Miao Sword, which he had exchanged in the mall.

It has been almost two weeks since the last copy ended, and he has not been idle during this time.

In addition to operating the Shinhwa Mall, the daily code words have not been pulled down, and a new villa has also been purchased.

It's not that he's corrupt, but that he needs a more private and open space to exercise various supernatural abilities.

The reason why he values ​​this villa is that it has a huge basement with a full two hundred square meters, which is very convenient for him to test various abilities.

The day before yesterday, he bought an expert-level swordsmanship specialization and an expert-level body skills specialization in the trading market of Kunlun Academy. After upgrading his swordsmanship to the expert level, he exchanged it for the Misty Sword and practiced it.

Because expert-level swordsmanship cannot be improved simply with Shanhai coins, it also requires soul crystal fragments. If he doesn't have it on hand, he can only practice it by himself. Although the progress is slow, it is possible to upgrade if he practices for a long time.

He can practice swordsmanship mainly because of the Eight Desolation Sword, the skill of this growth weapon is very rare, referred to as 'blue sword' for short

You must know that even if he is very rich, Shanhai coins can buy a bunch of recovery products, but the recovery products will be reduced if used repeatedly, and even the same type of products will have no effect if used continuously.

If he encounters a high-intensity protracted battle, even if he has too much medicine, it will be useless. At that time, the soul energy will be insufficient, and the mana-absorbing feature of the Eight Desolation Sword will be his life-saving straw.

Besides, among other things, he felt that the swordsman was quite handsome, and it wouldn't hurt to have more actual combat ability.

He didn't need to waste his soul source to cut the dimensions that could be solved by A.

In the past two weeks, his income from the Myth Mall was not very high. On the one hand, the profit from buying rare-level and above products was lower, and on the other hand, he found that the transaction volume had decreased.

This is also a normal phenomenon. Money in the real world is always limited, and the wealth of rich aliens is not unlimited, not to mention that most aliens don't have that much property.

The base price of high-quality items is not that high. Rare items can easily cost 7000 to [-] million, and human items can cost hundreds of millions. How can there be so many wealthy people?

So now he only has more than 500 million Shanhai coins. In conversion, more than 500 billion real currency assets have disappeared.

The society is functioning normally, but Su Lin believes that as the number of currency disappears increases, there will definitely be problems in the market.

The nature of his mythology mall absorbing currency is like the outflow of national currency, transferred to foreign exchange, but finally disappeared inexplicably in the black hole-like Ruijin Bank.

A large outflow of domestic currency will cause domestic capital market prices to fall, housing prices to fall, commodity prices to fall, and the domestic currency to depreciate.

When a country's capital outflows in large quantities, usually a large amount of domestic currency is converted into foreign currency and flees. The demand for domestic currency decreases and the demand for foreign currency rises, which will inevitably lead to the depreciation of domestic currency relative to foreign currency, that is, the exchange rate of domestic currency falls.

His situation is a bit special, because the foreign exchange in Ruijin Bank has also disappeared, which also has a certain impact on that side.

Now Shanhai Game APP swallows up few assets, and there is no problem in the country for the time being, but after a long time, it absorbs too many assets, Su Lin feels that something will definitely go wrong.

Is he going to stop?
That's definitely not the case, because since Shanhai Games has given this function and selected him, the behavior of absorbing assets must have deep meaning.

He just doesn't know when that unknown turning point will come. The work ahead of him must be meaningful.

The Shanhai coins he can use at the current stage are limited, so most of the Shanhai coins will be kept with him, which in disguise provides a layer of insurance for the era of spiritual recovery and turmoil.

If one day, the world changes again, these Shanhai coins may be Blue Star's life-saving money.

Ding--

Su Lin's cell phone mailbox alert sounded. He picked it up and read it. It was a notification from Kunlun College. His application to join the Executive Department was approved.

Idle time is also idle. Su Lin doesn't want to waste his life. He also hopes to make use of his time in the real world. He can join the college's execution department and go on missions.

He doesn't want the mountain and sea coins rewarded by the academy, but during the mission, he can experience this era of spiritual revival firsthand and accumulate combat experience.

There is always an upper limit to the specialization piled up by krypton gold. He needs more experience and more actual combat experience.

"Huh, there will be an optional mission soon."

Su Lin looked at the mail that came along with it. It was a task sent by Kunlun Academy, and the executive officer could choose to accept or reject it.

He glanced at it and saw that there were three optional tasks. Because he had updated his level in the academy, he would only receive tasks of level 7 and below. This was also Kunlun Academy's protection for strangers.

"Shangqiu... an ancient cultural capital, just treat it as a tourist."

Su Lin took a fancy to a task and chose to accept it.

The content of the task is not difficult. It is to ask the academy personnel to deal with the ghost murder case. Generally speaking, ghosts in reality are not very strong. The three of Uncle Luo's men are special ghosts. They were cultivated by him as a job transfer ghost. Wild ghosts can't compare.

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The ancient city walls surround the center of the city. Although they are a little dilapidated, they still stand and have witnessed the historical changes of the city for thousands of years. The mottled stone surfaces seem to tell the ancient story of the city.

The Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, and the voices of the hawkers in the old town seem to be somewhat festive.

Shangqiu is an ancient cultural capital. Many activities are organized every year during the Dragon Boat Festival. Activities such as dragon and lion dances and dragon boat races have been going on for thousands of years.

On a June day, a light rain washed away the heat in the air and brought a touch of coolness.

A man in a white T-shirt and slacks held up an oil-paper umbrella and strolled through the city. When passing by a small stall, he ordered two meat dumplings.

The aroma of glutinous rice wrapped in fresh meat stimulates people's taste buds, moist and delicious, with endless aftertaste.

He crossed the street, walked through the alley, and came to a small courtyard deep in the alley. The members of the Public Security Bureau behind him had blocked off the area to prevent outsiders from entering.

"Is it reliable? This guy looks quite young."

A police officer discusses in a low voice.

"It was invited by the superiors, saying that they have real skills. We are only responsible for cleaning up this area, and don't ask about anything else."

said the elderly police officer.

"Ah—what a ghost! Come out!"

A young police officer exclaimed as he saw a blurry, algae-ridden filth emerge from the yard.

Just as several police officers were nervous, they saw the man holding an oil-paper umbrella slowly peeling off another rice dumpling.

And the ghost knelt down in front of him.

In the drizzle, the man raised his hand and stroked the ghost's head.

Like a fairy.

(End of this chapter)