Fang Xingyang's expression gradually became incredulous.

He didn't expect that even this living projectile shooter could become his "exclusive equipment" and could even be upgraded.

Moreover, this magical little guy also broke his record in terms of favorability, going from level 0 to level 10 in one fell swoop!

Fang Xingyang looked at the word "Exclusive" above the bullet thrower's head for a long time, until a tired sigh came from beside him.

"Xingyang...are you there?"

Around Fang Xingyang, black flames rose.

The foggy night reaper woke up and slowly floated up from the ground.

The tattered black clothes it wore had not yet dried, and were still wet and clinging to the skeleton under the black clothes, as terrifying as an unjust ghost that came to seek life late at night.

"I'm here, store manager." Fang Xingyang agreed, unable to bear the pellet thrower's coquettishness, he took it into his hand.

"Where did you get this little pet?" Fog Night Reaper asked in confusion.

Fang Xingyang could tell that the store manager's voice was very weak, which must have been caused by the singing.

"I brought it from the old witch's shop when I went to Pale Harbor." Fang Xingyang said, his eyes falling on the thin figure on the ground next to him.

"Now that we have finally brought this princess back, do you have any way to contact the other dark elves?"

The Foggy Night Reaper fell into deep thought.

Then, he shook his head helplessly.

"No, the Dark Elf family has disappeared for many years, and almost no one can contact them."

"But there's no need to contact her. They'll probably come to ask for her after daybreak. Just keep an eye on her tonight and don't run around." As he said that, the Fog Night Reaper looked out the dark window.

From time to time, some ghostly figures would lie outside their shop windows and look into the store. After seeing the "candles" on the counter, they would howl unwillingly and then walk away.

The candlelight flickered, casting the shadows of Fang Xingyang and the Foggy Night Reaper onto the ground.

"Send her to your bedroom to rest. She trusts you. Change her into clean clothes so that other dark elves will not trouble us again."

"If you are tired after your work, go to my room and rest. I will keep vigil tonight."

After saying that, the Fog Night Reaper sat in front of the store counter and opened the world commission device.

Fang Xingyang put the pellet thrower on his shoulder, picked up the dark elf and walked towards his bedroom.

After taking off the soaked clothes from the dark elf, Fang Xingyang felt less disturbed because his heart was filled with greater uneasiness at the moment.

In the more than two months he had been here before, he had never heard the singing from the sea, which meant that the singing only appeared recently.

And he remembered very clearly that when he was in the sea, the system said that he was noticed by the [catastrophe level] target.

As for how powerful the [catastrophe level] is, Fang Xingyang doesn't even have a general idea in his mind.

The store manager said that the song of the [catastrophe level] target can even shake the power of the edict of the great necromancer. This means that the [catastrophe level] is at least the same level as the great necromancer, and may even be higher than the great necromancer.

The Lord of the Dead is still taller.

The system uses 'him' to refer to the monster, which is enough to indicate the monster's level...

If the [catastrophe level] target is an intelligent creature, will it cause dissatisfaction or even revenge from "him" if I escape from "him"?

Thinking of this, Fang Xingyang couldn't help but shudder violently.

…

After settling the dark elves, he returned to the hall.

The store manager is sitting in front of the counter, scrolling through the orders on the world order screen.

Seeing him coming, the store manager pushed a chair in front of him.

"sit down."

Fang Xingyang was confused and obeyed.

"Is there anything uncomfortable in your body? Or are there any strange sounds in your head?"

The store manager turned to face him and stared into his eyes.

Staring at him sent shivers down his spine.

"No, no...what's wrong?"

"It's nothing. It's a miracle that you survived by chance. If you had come back one second later, the circle would have been closed."

"Magic circle?"

The store manager nodded, "The sound coming from the sea is a spiritual weapon. After I threw the hook to you, I activated the teleportation circle under me."

"That singing had a great impact on me. I was almost unconscious when you came up. Fortunately, you came back before the magic circle closed."

"I have to say, the water properties are pretty good."

"Not bad luck either."

The store manager patted his shoulder with a "this wood can be carved" meaning, and continued to focus on those commissions.

Fang Xingyang was still stunned.

It turns out... according to the store manager's understanding, this is how they came back to the store...

"Store manager... what is that in the sea?" Fang Xingyang sat aside and asked softly for a long time.

"have no idea."

The store manager answered Fang Xingyang's serious question in an understatement.

"Have you lived in Wuqiu Port for so long and you haven't heard of the legend of that sea from anyone?"

Fang Xingyang shook his head, "No one told me."

"The legend tells a story about hell. People think that the hell in the dark world is actually in the deepest part of the sea. It is a bottomless abyss, and the abyss is burning with eternal flames all day long.

, countless monsters trapped inside endure endless flames and pain. They are cursed and can never leave that hell, but it is not ruled out that some monsters who are strong enough can break the curse and escape."

"The reason why Port Fog is called this is actually because the flames there burned the seawater into steam and enveloped the port. Recently, the fog in Port Fog has become thicker. Some people speculated that it might be some big guy coming from hell.

It escaped, its body burning with flames brought from hell, burning more seawater into steam."

"Some people also speculate that when it broke through the curse, it tore a rift in the hell, allowing more seawater to flow into the hell, which caused the fog to become thicker and thicker."

"But no matter what, no matter what kind of guess it is, the fog in Fog Harbor is getting thicker and thicker, which is not a good sign. The appearance of the sound is enough to prove this."

"You are also a good fortune teller. Even I can't bear the sound, but you can run up from the sea intact."

Fang Xingyang smiled stiffly, "If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't be able to come up."

The Fog Night Reaper nodded, "After handing over the princess to the Dark Elf family tomorrow, I will leave for the Ridge of the Dead. It may take a few days to go back and forth. During this time, keep an eye on the store."

"Don't worry, manager, this is my home, and I will definitely take care of it." Fang Xingyang came back to his senses from the legend, bared his teeth and smiled.

"Oh? Really? Humph..."

The Fog Night Reaper sneered and raised his hand to point to a message on the world commission screen.

"Then what's going on?"

Fang Xingyang was stunned for a moment, thinking that I didn't do anything bad...
Chapter completed!