"But I'm not dead."
Zhang Yan was a little surprised.
What do you do when you make such a big mistake?
"It doesn't matter, as long as you live, it's harmless."
Although similar situations are not common, they are not unheard of.
The receptionist was experienced and quickly prepared Zhang Yan's information again.
"Okay, you can go back first. After staying in the strange world for five days, I'm afraid your body has suffered a lot of injuries.
Let’s cultivate ourselves first. "
said the young lady.
Then with a smile on his face, he walked towards a soul master who had just come out of the trick door.
"Wait a minute, I haven't sold the omen yet."
Zhang Yan stopped her.
The receptionist was stunned for a moment.
Generally, it is not easy for novice soul masters to come out alive.
The longer he stays in this strange world, the more he proves his incompetence.
Where can I get any good omens?
At most one ghost coin, that’s a big deal.
"You want to exchange ghost coins, right?"
The young lady was very kind, lowered her voice, and said in Zhang Yan's ear: "The government's exchange rate for ghost coins is not high, so you might as well exchange it on the black market.
That ghost coin is very useful in the strange world.
Many soul masters are buying them at high prices. "
"The omens I want to sell are not ghost coins."
Zhang Yan shook his head and took out the painting of the red door.
"Did you get this from this weird script?"
The receptionist was a little surprised.
Although she didn't see anything special about this painting.
Probably not worth much.
But her basic qualities were still there, and there was no trace of disdain on her face.
After all, the person who obtained this painting was just a novice soul master who had just entered the strange world.
"Please come here, I'm going to test the quality of this omen before I can put a price on it."
The receptionist brought Zhang Yan to the most luxurious house next to the trick door.
This is the Wencheng Guilimen office.
It is also the place where all the soul masters in Wen City can redeem and accept tasks.
After entering the door, a familiar person saw Zhang Yan, and the sound of whispering came over him immediately.
"Look, that's Zhang Yan!"
"Zhang Yan has been in the strange world for five days, and he is not dead?"
"So what if he didn't die? He, a coward, must have been hiding in a strange world and escaped the most terrifying stage.
Then he got lucky and got a ghost coin by chance and escaped. "
Some people scoffed.
Don't blame him for thinking so.
Most of the soul masters who took several days to come out of the basic script basically followed this routine.
"Look, what he exchanged for doesn't seem to be a ghost coin."
“I’ve never seen what that painting is.
It doesn't seem to be high-end. "
Zhang Yan ignored other people's comments and followed the receptionist directly to the exchange counter.
On each exchange counter, there is a scale made of gold.
This thing was developed in recent years. It is a tool that can measure how much of the omen contained in it can be exchanged for national luck.
It is said to be very high-tech.
"Zhang Yan, wait here."
The receptionist said as she handed the painting of the red door to the teller on the counter.
"This is the first omen obtained by a novice soul master who has just entered the strange world. Please estimate the price."
Needless to say, this young lady is quite considerate.
I specifically named Zhang Yan as a novice who entered the strange world for the first time, and the omens he brought may not be valuable.
Ask the teller not to make any noise, so as not to make Zhang Yan lose face in public.
The teller had a keen eye, but he couldn't understand the painting.
Covering his mouth and smiling softly, he was also giving Zhang Yan a vaccination, telling him not to expect too much.
Zhang Yan's idea is very simple.
Ghost coins are very useful in the weird world, and he will never take them out and exchange them for credits.
This painting is very strange and may have some value.
Anyway, whether you exchange more or less, you will pick it up.
He doesn't care.
"Look here, the exchange value of the omen will be displayed here."
The teller pointed to the display on the front of the scale.
Then he placed the painting of the red door on the right side of the scale.
There is a weight equivalent to 1 ghost coin casually placed on the left.
This is the standard, smallest measurement weight.
In her opinion, this painting may not be worth more than the ghost coins.
But no one would have expected that as soon as the trick painting was placed, the balance would completely tilt to the right.
The scale pan even touches the base.
"Congratulations, your omen is still valuable.
At least it's worth more than a ghost coin. "
The teller was a little surprised. It seemed that he had underestimated the value of the painting.
She put another weight on it.
The scales still show no sign of tipping.
"Two ghost coins..."
The teller didn't believe in evil and directly put ten times the weight on it.
The scales still haven't tipped.
"How can it be."
The teller with a good face had beads of sweat on his forehead.
No matter how you look at it, this painting doesn't seem to be worth 12 ghost coins.
The omen equivalent to 12 ghost coins is already an E1 level ghost coin.
She hesitated, then added ten times more weight.
The scales still haven't tipped.
"Isn't the value of E2 level ghost coins still not enough?"
The teller was in disbelief. She even thought her scale was broken.
You know, an F1 level omen is worth a ghost coin.
By analogy, the F9 level is worth nine ghost coins.
Upgrade it to level E1 and it will be worth 11 pieces.
If it reaches the D1 level of signs, each one starts with 100 ghost coins.
Wencheng is a small place, and most of the omens that can be received on weekdays are below the E1 level.
Now a junior soul master brought back a soul-suspended object that was suspected to be E2 level or even higher on his first mission.
this……
Far ahead!
The strangeness here has already been noticed by the nearby soul masters.
"Hey, come and see.
There are actually 22 times the weight piled on the scale over there.
Damn it, is that omen an E2 level thing? "
"Don't be stupid, don't you see the scale is still tilting?
I think that sign is much higher than E2 level. "
“It’s so cool, who is the master who made it?
worship! "
The numerous discussions gradually became quiet as the teller continued to add weights to the scale.
The weights on the left are about to pile up into a hill.
But the painting still pressed firmly against the scale, as solid as a rock, unwavering.
Not long after, this counter ran out of weights.
The lady at the counter had trembling hands and feet, as if she was going crazy. She went to another counter and borrowed weights.
The weights like a hill are still piling up.
The number of redeemable credit points displayed on the scale is still increasing.
"Level E6."
"No, it has been increased to level E9."
Not only the soul masters, but also the tellers at other counters put down their work and concentrated at this counter.
At the beginning, we could still discuss a few words.
In the end, all the discussions turned into the voices of everyone walking like a zombie, reciting the grade of this mysterious painting.
"Damn it, it's D1 level."
"D2 level."
"D5 level."
"D7 level."
"D8 level."
Just when the teller put down the last weight, the scale that Gui Hua was pressing finally moved.
Slowly rise to the level of the weight.
The value of sly paintings is fixed at level D9.
At this time, in the huge hall, you could hear a needle drop.
Became dead silent.
There is no more sound...
