358: You? ...Hey!

Reality World.

As soon as Ye Tian came out, he sensed the restlessness of this World.

"Goodness, they already know that as soon as I come out, I'll feed them world coins?"

Ye Tian reluctantly crushed the world coin in his hand.

Under the starry light, the progress before his eyes leaped forward another notch — 8%.

As for which aspect of this World the world coin primarily corrected, Ye Tian didn't delve into it.

Unknowingly, he had already invested eight world coins.

If he continued to invest, what would happen in the end?

Carrying this question, Ye Tian waved his hand, and a leather diary appeared in his grasp.

In the previous World, many of the Host's decisions were influenced by this diary.

Its ability was equivalent to that of a prophet.

"Prophesize, what will happen to the World when the progress reaches 100%? What will happen to me?"

Although Ye Tian had some guesses all along, he thought it wouldn't hurt to know the accurate information in advance with this prophecy diary.

While contemplating, the prophecy diary automatically opened.

A line of text appeared.

"Insufficient ability, please continue to invest points to upgrade the diary."

"Slap!" He slammed the diary shut, locked it, and Ye Tian, with a darkened face, threw it into the small black room.

Your ability is good, yes, but it can't be an excuse to swallow points.

Look how sensible the Heavenly Dao Chessboard is; it never actively asked for points and even let me show off so many times.

Speaking of points.

This time, he only got about ten million points from this World.

Adding the previous ones, Ye Tian now had one hundred and ten million points left, which was roughly equivalent to the value of a Heavenly Dao Chessboard or a prophecy diary.

Ye Tian didn't give the protagonist of this World any good things, also for the sake of saving.

In these Worlds, anything that is beyond the norm and doesn't belong to that World will be repelled by the Heavenly Dao's will.

Once there is repulsion, it requires a continuous expenditure of points to cover it.

It's all for saving, absolutely not being stingy.

Thinking about it now, the points really aren't enough.

He also wanted to go to large Worlds like Journey to the West and Honghuang, but he didn't have the confidence before he had enough points.

It's like going out for a big meal; if you don't have a few small goals in your pocket, how can you dare to enter the restaurant?

He looked around.

Apart from a bit of dust, the room was basically no different from when he left.

The Creator System didn't pop out either.

She was quite consciously developing the third sequence of monsters.

Seeing her in the System space, busily moving around with electric drills, big hammers, and welding machines, Ye Tian didn't want to disturb her.

He glanced at the weather.

The breeze was gentle, and white clouds hung in the sky.

It was a good day for a stroll.

Walking all the way to the park, many Old Men in casual clothes were exercising, and some children were feeding the koi fish in the lake. It was leisurely and comfortable, like a World progressing towards paradise.

"Washing and dressing the body, hearse transportation, makeup and encoffinment, farewell to the remains, cremation and placement in an urn, placement in the mourning hall, burial of the ashes!"

"Rest in peace, one-stop funeral service, would you like to know more?!"

Suddenly.

A voice came from beside his ear.

Ye Tian turned his head.

The other party wasn't talking to him.

The salesman was holding a flyer and handing it to the frowning Old Man opposite him.

Looking at the flyer in front of him, the Old Man was furious: "Do I look like I'm about to die? You're trying to sell me this?!"

"Life is unpredictable, a large intestine wrapped in a small intestine. Prepare in advance, and you, Old Man, will have no worries, won't you?"

The salesman said with a fawning smile.

"Hmph! Do you watch the news?" The Old Man suddenly asked the salesman.

"News? Of course I do. Old Man, are you worried that we are scammers? Absolutely not, our industry is absolutely legitimate. If not, you can call the hotline above to inquire about the service!"

"I don't care if you're a scammer or not."

The Old Man coughed lightly: "If you watch the news, you should know the headline from two years ago."

"The headline from two years ago?" The salesman was full of questions.

What did he mean by saying that if he watched the news, he would know the headline from two years ago?

Was there any necessary connection between them?

In the salesman's puzzled gaze, the Old Man stretched out two fingers and said proudly: "Two years ago, didn't we hold a martial arts competition here?"

"Do you remember?"

"Oh! I remember."

The salesman nodded perfunctorily as if it were true.

Remember? Remember my foot.

Was this kind of scratching-face, scratching-head, biting-ear martial arts competition worth wasting his brain's storage space on?

Although he thought this, the salesman was very cooperative.

No choice, he had to make money to eat.

Customer experience is paramount. If he chatted more now, the probability of them choosing his company when they passed away would be greater.

"Cough."

Clearing his throat, the Old Man said proudly: "Now, have you recognized my identity?"

Salesman: "???"

"May I ask, Old Mr., are you?"

Goodness.

This sentence was exactly what the Old Man was waiting for.

"The previous Sect Head of the Tan Tui Sect, Yang Tan Tui, that's me!"

"Uh..." The salesman said with a fake smile: "So it was you!"

"Hahaha."

Listening to such flattery, Yang Tan Tui proudly pulled at a few white hairs on his chin and recalled with a look of nostalgia: "In that martial arts competition back then, although I didn't win the championship, I had strength stronger than the champion, and everyone recognized that!"

"Do you know, a shoe I casually kicked out back then actually 'slapped' and knocked someone unconscious!"

"The person who took my shoe almost died in the ICU."

"It was this incident that kept me on the news headlines for two days and two nights!"

"You say, with my strong body, do I still need your so-called one-stop service?" Yang Tan Tui laughed proudly.

Salesman: "..."

These Old Men's bragging illness had flared up again.

However, having heard too many Old Men brag, he was already used to it.

He still said enthusiastically: "Oh, Old Man, that was two years ago. The days pass faster and faster as time goes by, and people can leave at any time. Planning for the future will make living in the future more peaceful, won't it?"

"If you, Old Man, think the price is expensive, we can discuss it and give you some discounts."

"Discount? Do I, Yang Tan Tui, look like someone who lacks money?" Yang Tan Tui said unhappily: "Back then, the young man who was knocked unconscious by my shoe only suffered minor injuries, but I proactively offered twenty thousand yuan in compensation."

"Twenty thousand yuan!"

Although he said he didn't care, the Old Man's two fingers seemed to be about to poke into the salesman's eyes.

"Do you think someone as morally upright and wealthy as me cares about your little discount?"

"You just said that the person was hit by your shoe and almost went into the ICU."

The salesman looked up at the sky.

"Oh! Anyway, I don't need this thing from you, it's unlucky!" Yang Tan Tui waved his hand, also getting impatient.

"You, young man, are so free, play a game of chess with me."

Arranging the elephant chess on the stone table in the park, Yang Tan Tui looked at the salesman.

"You, Old Man, should still ask your old friends to accompany you. I still have to go and work on my performance."

The salesman knew that it was impossible to convince him today, so he could only come back after a while.

Yang Tan Tui shook his head: "Alas, these young people are full of thoughts about making money."

"I'll play a game with you."

A voice emerged, and Ye Tian sat opposite Yang Tan Tui.

Yang Tan Tui: "You?... Hey!"