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Did you make it?

It was very quiet in my ears.

I paused for two or three seconds before opening my eyes again.

The bar is gone.

The giant is gone.

The air is no longer filled with the smell of alcohol.

Only when all alcoholics face reality will the world soaked in alcohol disappear.

Until then, I follow the last drunkard out.

In fact, I am not sure whether this method will work.

I didn't expect it to be successful.

I breathed a long sigh of relief.

Calmed down.

I began to look at the world on the eighth floor.

The sky was dark.

Under my feet is a winding path.

On both sides of the path, what grows is not grass and trees, but sharp swords pointing to the sky.

Densely packed and very scary.

There was nowhere to start.

There is only one way.

There seemed to be no choice.

I walked forward along the path.

It didn't take long before we reached the end.

There was a table set up there, and there was a bad old man sitting behind it.

He was shaking a big cattail leaf fan in his hand, there was a big teapot on the table, and his feet were resting on the table.

So uncomfortable.

He was the only one around, and the road was blocked again.

I glanced twice, walked up and asked carefully.

"Old man, may I ask where this place is?"

The old man leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes to rest, and paid no attention to me.

"Old man?"

I called twice more.

"Haha, you came in by yourself and you asked me where I am?" The old man opened his eyes and glanced at me lightly.

"I'm just passing by, and I hope I can point you to a clear path." I said politely.

I won't be aggressive until I figure out his path.

"wait."

The old man only said one word and closed his eyes again.

"What are you waiting for?"

"people."

"who?"

I was filled with doubts.

"A passerby like you."

The old man hit him and muttered dissatisfiedly.

"You guys are really slow. Call me old man so you can wait."

"Like me?" My heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that he is the weird old man from the bun shop?

My guess was quickly verified.

Within a few minutes.

The old man carrying the heavy coffin walked over from the other end of the road with difficulty.

I was immediately on alert.

"You actually made it here!"

The strange old man was shocked when he saw me.

His clothes were in tatters and he was covered in bruises. He looked like he had suffered a lot.

As for me, although I have gone through a lot, fortunately my clothes are still intact.

The strange old man was confused and uncertain, with a sinister look in his eyes.

"Everyone is finally here!"

The bad old man who was blocking the road put down his legs and stood up, shook his big cattail leaf fan, and said happily.

"The road behind me is the only way to the top."

"If you want to get to the top, you have to pass my level first."

The old man smiled maliciously.

"I planted this tree and opened this road."

"If you want to get over here, leave money to buy your way."

"Which of you can give me a priceless treasure, I will let you pass!"

What the old man said was very clear.

This level is very simple.

Just give me some money and you'll get by.

The key is, to the old man, what is considered priceless?

The weird old man from the bun shop should have been prepared.

After hearing what the bad old man said, he immediately took out a wooden box and handed it over respectfully.

The bad old man took it with a smile and opened the lid.

Inside the box was a bone bowl inlaid with gold.

Beautifully crafted and eerie.

I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows.

Didn't Old Yi say that he picked up a golden bone bowl near the Bone Tower?

"It's a good handicraft. How many souls can be held in this bowl, but that's all." The old man looked at it for a few times and then shook his head.

"Such vulgar things cannot enter my eyes."

“I threw one away a few years ago.”

The old man threw the bone bowl back in disgust.

"Senior, this is not an ordinary bone bowl, this is a golden bowl that can trap souls. As long as..."

The strange old man from the bun shop frowned.

"Tacky!"

The bad old man snorted coldly.

"Do I need a bowl if I want to restrain my soul?"

"If you can't come up with something that suits my needs, get out of here as soon as possible."

What a shame, the old man doesn't give me any face.

The weird old man from the bun shop was holding the golden bone bowl with an angry expression on his face, but this was not his territory, so he could only endure it.

"Boy, you still like it."

The bad old man set his sights on me.

"What treasure do you have?"

"Senior, what you want must be extraordinary. I won't bring out ordinary money or mundane things to irritate your eyes."

I dealt with it with my mouth and thought hard in my mind.

"Well, you're the guy who can talk!"

The bad old man smiled, and his words were very helpful to him.

"But if you don't have a good baby, don't blame Grandpa for being ruthless and not letting you pass this test."

"Senior, can you tell me a little bit about what you like?" I leaned forward and smiled.

"which aspect?"

The bad old man smoothed his messy white beard with his hand and narrowed his eyes.

"I think back then, when I was young, I was also a talented and talented person."

"How many beauties have fallen at my feet."

this.

I heard a lot of black threads in my head.

Could it be that this old man is lustful?

But at this time, where can I find a beautiful woman for him?

"But I don't even like it." The old man panted heavily, and then muttered a few more words.

"My only pursuit in this life is..."

He pointed around.

I looked over.

On both sides of the path, there were densely packed swords emerging from the ground.

"It turns out that senior likes swords."

"I have studied swordsmanship all my life and wanted to create a peerless sword. Unfortunately, broken swords are everywhere now and I have not succeeded."

The bad old man sighed.

He likes swords.

I only have a knife in my hand, not a sword.

I frowned.

The bad old man looked at me with his eyes.

"Boy, I can see that you have a good treasure hidden in you."

"What are you still hesitating about? Leave it to me and I will let you pass."

"We've come this far, and now it's the last step, are you willing to give up?"

The bad old man looked like he was convinced of me, but I still didn't know what he was planning on me.

"Senior, whatever you want, make it clear." I said.

"Boy, there is a sword spirit hidden in you." The old man winked.

"Sword Spirit? No."

I was taken aback and then reacted.

Could it be that he was talking about the sword soul in the long sword?

"Boy, I've said it all for you. If you still don't understand, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The old man was unhappy, snorted coldly, and sat back in his chair.

"Senior, if he doesn't give it to you, I'll get it for you."

At this time, the weird old man from the bun shop smiled coldly.

He carefully put down the heavy coffin, loosened his muscles and bones, and slid a scimitar out of his sleeve.

The bad old man had no intention of stopping him.

Instead, he picked up the teapot and took a few sips, looking like he was watching the fun.

"You short-lived boy, you never imagined that when you reach this floor, you become my stepping stone." The strange old man smiled coldly.

There was a flash of light, and the scimitar stabbed me hard.