Chapter 407: Poking his ribs angrily

"Come, come, let me see. Can only one person project thoughts?" Nigris said excitedly.

Oh my god, the communication and trade of the entire world are conducted through the Home of the Departed. If Du Luo Ken can control it, wouldn't all information be open to them?

Even if Nigris wasn't as proficient in business as the God of Profiteers, Silver Coin, it knew what a terrifying level of permission this was. If used well, sitting and collecting taxes, earning money while lying down, and getting rich overnight wouldn't be a problem at all.

"Only one thought can connect," Luokesi responded. This kind of small question didn't need Du Luo Ken to answer.

However, her answer didn't hold up with Du Luo Ken. Du Luo Ken looked and said: "This sacrificial array was also designed by me. To facilitate verification at the time, only one could be projected. I'll modify it."

After finishing, he took out his gold-touching rod, made a few swipes on the altar, and then said: "Alright, come in."

Ang, Nigris, and Luokesi extended their thoughts together and threw them into the Spark of Faith.

Whoosh! They only felt like they had entered a high tower. The tower wasn't very wide, but it towered into the clouds, and the environment was actually quite familiar.

"Isn't this my Huang Tong Book Tower?" Nigris was surprised. It wasn't in the shape of a book at this moment, but had changed back into the shape of an embryonic dragon.

Except there wasn't a small podium in the center to place its Huang Tong Book; instead, the shelves in a circle around it were filled with books, and the bookshelves filled with books extended high until they couldn't see the end.

Ghosts floated back and forth, taking books one by one from the shelves.

Du Luo Ken spread his hands: "So I said, His Majesty copied my design. The Huang Tong Book Tower was also designed by me."

Then he gestured to the surrounding environment and introduced it: "I said before the difference between a point and a web. The vertical passage in the center of the tower is the point, connecting all the relay spirits. The books on the surrounding shelves are the web. Each book belongs to a mark, corresponding to an individual like Luokesi who applied for a mark."

"Look at those ghosts again; they are all undead creatures projected into the relay spirits to handle work. They use low-level marks, while we came in using the highest authority mark, so we can see them. These don't exist in reality, but are manifested this way to be more intuitive, allowing His Majesty to better understand."

Nigris was stunned: "Allow His Majesty to better understand?"

"Yeah, originally when I designed it, there were no books or towers or anything like that, only these marks, which was more convenient. But it was rejected by His Majesty. He said he couldn't understand it and asked me to make it simpler. Finally, it became like this."

Du Luo Ken floated to the bookshelf, casually pulled out a book, and brought it back to show everyone. It was written on it: Ounia, coordinates:... ￥%#&, time: ￥... #%￥*, and then nothing else.

Du Luo Ken put the book back and pulled out another one, which also had the name, coordinates, and time written on it.

Nigris said: "These two times are different; they should refer to the registration time. What about those? What do those glowing books represent?"

Du Luo Ken floated up, found a glowing book, and floated back. When he was floating up, he accidentally bumped into a ghost.

That ghost couldn't see him, only felt like it had been bumped, looked around in confusion, and then continued working with a puzzled expression.

"You bumped into a ghost; is it okay?" Nigris asked.

"It's fine, it can't see us. We came in using the highest authority mark, while they use low-level marks. From its perspective, it can't see these book towers; the whole world is pitch black, and it can only see those glowing marks," Du Luo Ken explained.

Opening the glowing book, besides the name, coordinates, and time, there were many other things. An old farmer-looking man was saying anxiously there:

"Buying, buying, we need 20,000 jin of grain. We are willing to pay a price of 20 gold coins per ton. Please, whoever has extra, sell us some. Any amount is fine, otherwise, we will soon have people starving to death."

A ghost looked down in this direction, floated over a bit puzzled, grabbed this 'book' and pulled it, but couldn't pull it. It pulled again, but still couldn't pull it.

It puffed up its cheeks, rolled up its sleeves, hugged the book tightly, and pulled with all its might.

If this continued, it would probably become suspicious. Du Luo Ken had no choice but to let go. The ghost immediately miscalculated the force and flipped over while hugging the book.

After climbing up, it scratched its head in confusion, couldn't figure out what was going on, and had no choice but to slap the book angrily, then pushed the book and floated upward.

Du Luo Ken floated up again and pulled out another book, which was also information about buying grain. He pulled several books in a row, all of which were buying grain, until the seventh one, when there was finally some other demand.

A female swordswoman was showing her longsword, finally stopping at the grip of the hilt, showing it in detail, and saying: "Flame Sword Saint Lutixiya, buying a Flame Emblem, requiring it to have Level 6 flame enhancement ability and be able to store two or more Level 6 defensive spells. I can pay 50,000 magic crystals."

"This is not bad, can accept." Du Luo Ken casually wiped the book, and the book immediately stopped glowing.

The book stopped glowing, so the ghost couldn't see it. A ghost floating toward here scratched its head and floated back.

"Let's go, let's go out first," Du Luo Ken said.

Exiting the soul network of the Home of the Departed, Du Luo Ken said to Ang: "Lord, I need some Dragon-Pattern Steel and Mithril."

Ang nodded, focused his attention, grabbed, and pulled out a large ingot of Dragon-Pattern Steel.

Du Luo Ken casually forged a few Flame Emblems and set them aside for later use.

Twenty minutes later, Ang reached out and pulled again, pulling out a large piece of Mithril.

Luokesi's eyes widened until they were round, and her eyeballs were almost stuck to the Mithril block. Ku Ba Da, this thick thigh she was hugging this time seemed to be made of magic crystals; why was it so rich?

Nigris also discovered a problem: "It's only been twenty minutes, how can you grab again?"

When Ang first started, it took thirty minutes to grab once. Now this time has been shortened by almost ten minutes. What caused the time to shorten?

"Soul is strong." Ang responded.

Nigris leaned over to sense it. It was indeed stronger. Compared to more than half a month ago, Ang's Soul Heart, which had originally been so dry that it had started to shrink, had now recovered to a 'normal' level.

"Looking at it this way, your grabbing ability is related to soul strength. If you continue to improve your soul, wouldn't you be able to grab once a minute? Or even once every few tens of seconds?" Nigris muttered.

Ang tilted his head and suddenly froze there. He felt someone touching his body.

Retracting his thoughts to his main body and looking down, he saw the little angel puffing up her cheeks, angrily poking his ribs with her finger one by one.

Not far away, the little zombie, Lightning, the big cat, Lisha, Silver Coin, and others had all arrived. ===== CHAPTER 408 =====