The world enters the age of myth

A talker in the local world?

Huang Fusheng stretched his neck in confusion, his mouth was dry, and he didn't know how to reply for a while.

"Talker of the local world? King of the wasteland? Be the emperor or the president?"

A series of words came to mind.

The brain was a little confused, so that it was in a state of confusion for a short period of time.

At first glance, the other party's statement sounds very ridiculous, almost ridiculous to the extreme!

A large group of tall humans suddenly appeared, saying that they came from a parallel world and came to this ghost place to establish trade channels. Normal people would hesitate for a while, thinking that there is something wrong with these guys' minds...

However, based on what I just saw and heard, it seems possible.

No...it's very possible!

Huang Fusheng's round eyes moved around, but he did not respond directly.

On the one hand, he is still a little wary, and on the other hand, he is waiting for a price. Huang Fusheng has been living in the catastrophe for 20 years, but he still has some value. Otherwise... how could he afford it? 3 kids?

There have been several big guys in the market who have offered generous prices to make him work, but he has not been able to accept them.

Freedom, freedom!

In this world, freedom is very important. Only free humans can live better.

No one can be sure that a certain market that seems very powerful may be destroyed by an even more powerful resentment tomorrow.

This phenomenon has happened too many times. There is an upper limit to a person's power, but there is no end to the power of resentment. He still adheres to this concept.

Let’s see how much you out-of-towners can offer. If it’s a lot, it’s not impossible to consider...

Huang Fusheng swallowed and pointed at the yellow paper attached to the Sun Ghost.

He is naturally a discerning person, and what he is most curious about is this strange talisman.

"Oh, that is a... special prop we brought. It seems that there is some restraint in the resentment of the local world."

"But be careful, it can't kill resentment, don't treat it as a life-saving straw."

Professor Li Weiyi, who was in charge of translating, turned his head and asked quietly: "Captain Lu, have we mass-produced this yellow paper there? I think he seems very excited. If it can be produced, it will definitely be a best-seller here!"

Lu Yiming didn't know anything about this issue either.

The Yellow Paper is not a key research project of the Unkai, and only a few experts are studying it.

He asked another expert: "Professor, has the production of yellow paper been completed..."

"As long as there are enough materials, no problem."

The researcher replied angrily: "The most critical material is actually 10-year-old rooster blood, but we have found a substitute. Currently we are short of cinnabar and realgar. If we can get these two raw materials in this world, Mass production is not a big problem.”

The production of yellow paper is actually very simple. Just use special pigments and paint special textures on the paper.

The most critical thing is the mixing method of pigments, including ten-year rooster blood, boy urine, realgar, cinnabar, etc. If the error is too large, there will be no supernatural effect.

"How much can the production capacity of yellow paper reach?" Lu Yiming asked again.

In the Unkai, a small number of strange objects have achieved industrial production, such as X high-energy crystals. One month's output is about the battery share of 40 electric vehicles. There are also rune knives. The monthly output is almost 280. The quantity is not too much, but it is barely enough.

Golden Baby defensive clothing is C-level, which means it only has a small amount of protection. The monthly production capacity is more than 1,000 pieces, B-level 100 pieces, and A-level maybe only 10 pieces.

"Well... as long as there are enough materials, it is not difficult to manufacture in theory. As long as you use printing technology, printing 10,000 sheets a day is not a problem.

"The most troublesome thing is actually the blood of a 10-year-old rooster. We found a mutant rooster injected with X element as a substitute. This kind of rooster is a bit troublesome to raise, and it can't bear to be bled every day. Of course, if it takes time, It’s not a big problem to get a few more roosters…”

"A thousand sheets a day, no problem. I thought the yellow paper was useless..."

Lu Yiming had seen this kind of mutated rooster in the laboratory.

In fact, it is a kind of benign growth. After each rooster was injected with the drug, it became full of erections and frighteningly strong. The heaviest one weighed 20 kilograms!

Just like humans injected with strengthening drugs, roosters can also be physically strengthened through drugs and grow rapidly in a short period of time, thus replacing the 10 years of rooster blood in the original formula.

Otherwise, since the establishment of Unkai was less than two years ago, where would the total of 10 years come from?

Lu Yiming was frightened. He grinned and said, "Printing a thousand sheets a day? Really? 30,000 sheets a month?"

The expert smiled and said: "Of course it is true, roosters can also be mass-produced. Two months is equivalent to 10 years."

"The ones we have on hand now are either the original ones or replicas. Don't they also have supernatural powers? And the effects seem to be better than the original ones."

As soon as he heard that this kind of magical yellow paper could be obtained in large quantities, Lu Yiming's heart started beating wildly.

He licked his dry lips: "Damn, I'm so developed!"

The largest trading plate is actually an inconspicuous yellow paper!

He waved his hand: "Give this original resident named Huang Fusheng one. Don't be stingy."

A few minutes later, Huang Fusheng was full of curiosity and got a piece of yellow paper as he wished. There is a strange heat current above it, and as soon as you touch it, you know that this thing is not necessarily real. This heat flow is not physical, but a kind of psychological peace.

"Is this the legendary...yang energy?"

The idea came to his mind out of nowhere.

Huang Fusheng activated his superpower again. At this moment, the temperature of the yellow paper rose a bit, as if a special reaction had occurred, successfully concealing the emotions caused by the burst of psychic energy.

And his superpowers come from the resentment of a "soul-eating rat".

This also means that yellow paper can indeed conceal one's emotions, or at least increase the chance of survival.

At the same time, resentment will subconsciously avoid this piece of yellow paper.

When he discovered this fact, his pupils dilated and he was shocked.

Amazing!

There are too many grievances that are unsolvable for local humans. After encountering them, it is impossible to kill them. It is good to escape. But now, these outsiders have brought such wonderful things! Once it is popularized on a large scale, it will bring about earth-shaking changes to the local world!

"Maybe... it really can be..."

After giving a sweet date, Lu Yiming threw a big stick in time.

"...Then please tell me first, what is the black finger-like thing hidden in your right pocket? You seem to be holding it all the time? Is it a weapon?"

After Huang Fusheng saw this line of text, he almost jumped up from where he was in surprise.

He was silent for several seconds, then gradually let go of the things in his pocket, and wrote on the blackboard with a magnetic pen: "A curse called black finger, it can sense the direction of the human body and get into it forcefully." , the speed is comparable to a pistol bullet."

The products left behind after death are called curses.

"You have some control over it?"

Huang Fusheng fell silent again before writing crookedly on the blackboard: "...Yes, I can control it."

When they saw this line of text, many experts couldn't help but marvel, and even Lu Yiming was a little curious.

They have also collected a large number of relics of resentment these days, that is, cursed objects. According to scientific research, they actually still retain a certain degree of activity. These resentments are not really dead. As long as there are enough negative emotions condensed, they may be able to resurrect and return to this world.

It is true that it is difficult for resentment to truly die. As long as there is a small amount left, it may return to the light of day.

And the thin man in front of him can actually control these things to a certain extent. This is no different from manipulating weird things!

This is something that the humans on the Unkai cannot do at all.

Even though these weird things controlled by humans are very weak, they are still serious weird things... It's really incredible.

"However, only by mastering these weird skills can we survive the crisis until now... It's really interesting."

Lu Yiming touched his chin and shouted, "Zhang Jun!"

"arrive!"

"Go and compete with him to see how far he can go."

"yes!"

This elite soldier named Zhang Jun possesses extremely powerful neurological reflexes and physical agility. In previous tests, it was no problem to catch bullets at a distance of 20 meters.

To be on the safe side, he still wore an A-level enhanced suit.

Huang Fusheng on the other side was a little eager to give it a try after hearing the opponent's battle requirements. These strange outsiders have shown great fighting abilities and are even able to capture the Sun Ghost alive.

Since the other party wants to test his strength, then naturally he has to give it a try. It is true that only by showing higher strength can you have greater value. Otherwise, why would others trust him? Huang Fusheng must also show some extraordinary abilities.

After making up their mind, the two of them stood in an open place, where several children stood and shared the rainbow candies, their eyes darting around, fearing that the world would not be in chaos and watching.

Although my father is very low-key, he usually acts like a lazy man, doing nothing but exploiting these little kids.

But... very strong!

They know this.

It is impossible for people who are not strong to survive until now, and it is impossible to feed them into adulthood. In this resource-poor era, apart from professional slave traders, there were not many people who could raise three children.

Huang Fusheng stretched out a hand from his trouser pocket and thought about how much strength he needed to use. It would definitely not work if he beat the opponent to death, but it would definitely not work if he showed too much weakness.

He is very conflicted.

Seeing the two players standing in the open space, Lu Yiming nodded and said, "Let's begin!"