Chapter 118: Space Time TV

Succubus sent a black and white TV and repaired it.
Older TVs, clumsy and heavy, have only a dozen-inch screen. It was identified as a strange object. After activation, dense snow dots on the screen, no signal. It even broke away from the entity and became a virtual existence within the information network.
There is no remote control, and there is a on the top right corner of the TV to adjust the channel.
Because its description is accompanied by the word ‘space and time’, Zhou Qingfeng attaches great importance to it. He himself twisted the channel gently across space and time. The TV screen flashed immediately and a picture appeared.
This picture is very familiar. It was exactly the street in front of Zhou Qingfeng crossing that time when he shouted ‘Let ’s go through’, so he wore it. The picture is now frozen at that moment, without any change.
The channel continues to turn, no matter how Zhou Qingfeng adjusts the antenna, the other gears are all snowflakes. When the picture returned to the moment he left before crossing, did a line on the screen need to return to the original time and space? One orange crystal is charged per day.
The charge is doubled every ten days.
Like the information flow, the soul crystal is divided into ten levels with spiritual strength. Succubus obviously did not tell the truth when talking about Soul Crystal, and a more detailed and accurate explanation appeared on the TV screen.
Gray red orange yellow green blue blue purple black and white.
The gray level is the lowest and the white is the highest.
Soul crystal grade has nothing to do with righteousness and evil, and has to do with spiritual energy. In terms of energy levels, gray is only 0.1. The red color is 1, and the rear rank is four times that of the front. The white energy level reaches 65535.
But in terms of value, the higher-order soul crystal is not four times the lower-order soul crystal. In accordance with the principle of "thinness is the least expensive," the spread is ten times.
Zhou Qingfeng had only some gray soul crystals on hand, and together they were equivalent to a red crystal, which was still far from the orange crystal. In fact, the soul crystal is okay to say, what makes him fall into meditation is what can be done to return to the original time and space?
Clicking on the system's virtual screen, Zhou Qingfeng asked a question: "Does a soul exist in the spacetime I belonged to?"
"Yes." The virtual screen gives a positive answer.
Oh, Zhou Qingfeng took a deep breath and asked, "Can I collect soul crystals in the original time and space?"
"Yes." Again, yes.
Zhou Qingfeng frowned, "Who is the owner of this strange object?"
"A soul who has traveled to the abyss has dissipated his soul. He requires a strong golden finger before crossing. As a balance, the environment he travels to is particularly harsh."
Zhou Qingfeng had a chill.
There is no way to shout through unconditionally, there are preferential treatments, too many conditions are required, and the greater the difficulties faced.
"Are there other riders in this world?"
"There's only one of you at the moment."
"Is there a lot before?"
"It takes you to discover."
"Will Cyric return with me?"
"Except for yourself, all other intelligent beings will be separated from you. The information network is bound to you, but the access rights will not be opened temporarily after returning."
After asking for a long time, Zhou Qingfeng still focused his eyes on the TV set. He probably knew what he was going to do, but the difficulty was that he had no initial funding.
The little girl Sofia held over a dozen gray crystals again. "Brother, these people are dead. You didn't send them to the abyss, maybe they can be used to help you through."
But Zhou Qingfeng still shook his head, "No, I really can't be too selfish. I would rather let these gray crystals dissipate naturally, or let those who trust me have a restless soul after death." He asked the system again: "I can Mortgage my own soul? "
The virtual screen replied: "Yes, your soul level is orange, just enough to meet the need to return one day. If you cannot pay after one day, your soul will be taken away."
Immediately, Sophie refused, and desperately stopped: "Brother, you can't take this risk. If you have to mortgage, just mortgage my soul."
Zhou Qingfeng smiled bitterly: "Your soul level is not as good as mine."
Sophia turned her eyes, and immediately pointed at the dark red ball outside the information space. "Otherwise, ask Cyric? It must have. It hasn't paid rent for a long time."
Oh, yes!
A word reminded the dreamer that Zhou Qingfeng should forget this stubble.
It has been a long time since Cyric asked for rent.
During this time, I didn't know what the crazy was tinkering with. Zhou Qingfeng never went to inspect.
It's better to choose another day, just today.
As soon as Uncle Zhou thought, he entered the realm of Cyric.
'Dark Sun' is hung high, with white skulls surrounded by purple light. Cyric is communicating with the believers. During this time, he did not go crazy. He tried his best to guide the believers, to stimulate enthusiasm, to gain faith, and to be very diligent. After all, it was too weak now.
As soon as Zhou Qingfeng came in, Cyric jumped and cursed again, "How can you enter my god's area casually? It's too rude to say hello. I'm a anyway."
"Don't talk nonsense. It's been a long time. I'll collect the rent."
"Supper again? Do you still lack that food and drink?"
"Who said to eat and drink? The rent has gone up. Give me some soul crystals. If the white ones aren't, just a few black ones will do."
What's black and white, Sirek yelled, "Boy, are you dealing with that succubus? Do you know what black crystal means?"
"Isn't it the soul of an extremely powerful man?"
"Yes. But Black Crystal is the soul of the highest priesthood in the church. Only the archbishop and even the pope can have it."
"Um, what kind of soul is the main sacrifice of the evil who was against me before?"
"The main sacrifice of powerful gods is at most green crystal. Bann has just resurrected. Its main sacrifice is very poor, and the soul level should only be orange. When you speak, you need black crystals. When I was full, few believers had black level souls. Don't mention it now. "
Cyric explained and let Zhou Qingfeng just pout. He asked unpleasantly, "I said dark day, do you want to say that you are very poor now and cannot afford the rent?"
poor?
I am the of murder, the king of lies, the black sun, the supremacy of the world, the of gods, dare to say that I am poor?
Cerek's skull was going to burst, but he could only rest afterwards. Who makes it like to be foolish? Too self-willed causes it to fall down directly, the church collapses, and the believers are separated. It's really poor now.
"No black crystals."
"Then amethyst."
"Amethyst is not there, at best I will give you a red crystal."
"You're too stingy, red is the worst."
"Who says red is the worst, and gray is the worst."
One person and one God quarreled for a long time. At the end of the quarrel, Chiric's face was dull and painless. He could only give Zhou Qingfeng an orange crystal. This is still the soul of an adventurer who died in the previous two days. Before ‘Dark Sun’, he did n’t cover the heat, and it was gone.
But with this orange crystal, Zhou Qingfeng finally didn't have to mortgage his soul. He left Hirique's Divine Realm happily and returned to the TV set of Time and Space.
A hole was made in the wooden case of the black and white TV, and the soul crystal was put in. The original stagnant picture began to move. It was a street late at night. Under the street lights, the night wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling and deserted.
The screen radiated light, covering Zhou Qingfeng. When the light disappeared again, he had already separated from the incorporeal state of the information space and returned to the world before his crossing in a physical way.
Oh oh
Zhou Qingfeng sighed in the dark night, raised her hand, and found that she was still fifteen years old and tall, and she was wearing a frayed battle suit called Huazi.
This dress is pretty good in the other world, but now it looks tattered and dirty.
The coldness of the Black Forest faded, and warm air wrapped around the body. Looking at his shadow under the street lamp, Zhou Qingfeng whispered like a fool: "I am back, back from the world of swords and magic."