One attribute point per second, I am invincible!

Lin Mu also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the five people taking a detour and leaving.

When a lone wolf hunts exotic beasts, he is most afraid of meeting a team. If he meets a team with a good conscience, he may leave voluntarily. If he meets a team with a bad conscience, he will come and take advantage.

He knew that his cultivation level should be unique in the No. 8 Crack, but he was also afraid of the kind of Wanding cultivators who would form a team to come to the No. 8 Crack to fry fish.

The five people just now were probably the ones with a better conscience, especially the bald man who had a familiar scent, and Lin Mu always felt like he had seen them before.

With a slight wave of the broadsword, the last three-headed dog became the dead soul under his sword.

"Demon Slayer!"

After killing the last three-headed dog, he finally remembered the smell of the bald man, which was the smell of the demon slayer.

The demon slayer guard stays in the crack every day, entangled with the strange beasts, and over time, there will be a faint smell of killing on his body.

This kind of aura is not the ferocious aura produced by killing people, but the murderous aura produced by often hunting strange beasts.

He had encountered demon slayers in this state in Town No. 8, and they were all older. The younger demon slayers had not killed so many strange beasts, and the killing aura could not escape from their bodies. .

"Retired demon slayer?"

Looking at the direction in which the five people were moving away, Lin Mu murmured to himself, then picked up the space bag on the ground and began to pack the three-headed dog's body.

The carcasses of more than 300 three-headed dogs can be sold for more than 1.6 million yuan. A three-headed dog has about ten kilograms of edible parts, and the meat of more than 300 three-headed dogs can be sold for more than 600 yuan. Ten thousand.

Lin Mu looked at the harvest in the space bag, and the smile at the corner of his mouth rose unconsciously.

"The rock giant has 460,000 yuan. The materials obtained by killing the robbers are about 1 million. Adding these more than 300 three-headed dogs, we have earned more than 3.5 million yuan in half a day!"

"Sure enough, for the strong, money is just a number! From this point of view, ten million alliance coins a month is really simple!"

"Go back and repair it first, sell the things, and then change to a better knife!"

Lin Mu looked at the big knife full of gaps in his hand and threw it to the ground in disgust.

This knife is the most ordinary stainless steel knife. It looks majestic, but it is not very sharp and hard. If he hadn't been too poor, he wouldn't have used the knife he found.

……

Two hours later, Lin Mu returned to Town No. 8.

In every small town, there is a simple office of the cultivator alliance, where materials can be recycled and some simple transactions can be carried out. The purpose is to better serve the cultivators who hunt exotic beasts and prevent cultivators from wandering in the cracks and Traveling back and forth between cities is a waste of time.

It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon, and many cultivators were already gathering in the small town, because the last special bus to the city would leave on time at six o'clock.

If you don't take this train, you can only spend the night in the town. The consumption in the town is no joke. The price of everything is twice or more than that in the city.

Lin Mu looked at the queue waiting in the special car waiting area and couldn't help but sigh.

Most of these cultivators are middle-aged people who have no choice but to come to the cracks to hunt strange beasts to make a living, and live with their heads in their belts every day.

Practitioners at the bottom are not even as good as employees of big companies.

But there is no way. They have parents and wives behind them, and they have to carry the burden of their families and move forward.

If he hadn't obtained the system, he might have been like them. He might have died in the cracks one day, or he might have continued to make a living under Zhang Zikai's oppression.

The world is like this, you can only try your best to live!

Lin Mu found the office of the Cultivators Alliance. There were basically Qianjun Realm cultivators in Crack No. 8, so there was no one in front of the office in Town No. 8.

Because most of the cultivators of No. 8 Crack go to the Iron Armored Turtle, they will bring the exotic beast materials to the black market in the city to sell them, so that they can get about 5% more premium.

Walking into the office, the staff behind the window were chatting. After seeing Lin Mu come in, they straightened their posture slightly.

It's not easy to get a cushy job in this day and age. If you lose your job due to complaints, it's really hard to find a place to cry.

Lin Mu quickly came to the material purchase window and received the number plate.

"Good guy, number one!"

When he saw his number plate, he called him a good guy.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and he was the first to enter here to sell exotic beast materials.

Walking up the stairs to the second floor, a short-haired man in his thirties immediately walked over, and then asked with a smile: "Sir, do you have anything to sell?"

Maybe it's been a long time since I've seen anyone, but the staff seemed extremely enthusiastic.

"I have something to sell!"

"this way please!"

The staff member bent down and made an inviting gesture, and led Lin Mu to a separate room.

"Sir, if you have any exotic animal materials that need to be sold, you can put them on the ground. After I complete the inventory, I will report the price to you. If you think it is suitable, you can sell it. If it is not suitable, you can choose not to sell it!"

Lin Mu nodded. The main reason he came to the Cultivator Alliance to sell materials was because there would be no forced buying or selling here, and he didn't want to go back to the city.

If he sells it on the black market, the price of so many of his items will likely be reduced, and he will likely encounter forced buying and selling.

Anyone who can purchase materials on the black market has a backend. If someone wants to force a transaction, he really has no choice. After all, the black market has too many eyes and ears to kill people casually!

Lin Mu took a look at the size of the room, which was about the same size as his backpack.

"This place is a bit small. How about moving to a bigger place?"

When the staff heard this, they frowned.

The young man in front of me seems to have a low level of cultivation, but his tone is not small. Their house here is designed according to the size of the space luggage. The size of this room is the same as the smallest space luggage.

There are all kinds of cultivators here in Crack No. 8. The staff know very well that with so much material, it is impossible to come to Crack No. 8.

But since Lin Mu made the request, he couldn't refuse and could only take Lin Mu to change to a larger room.

"Sir, what do you think of this place?"

When he heard the staff talking to him with smiles, Lin Mu had to admire that the staff of the Cultivator Alliance were really of high quality.

He just saw the frowning expression of the staff, and in the blink of an eye, he was taking him to change rooms with a smile. His psychological quality was really good.

Lin Mu didn't care either. If he were a staff member, he might start complaining.

Open the space bag and pour out everything at once.

In an instant, the entire room was filled with exotic animal materials mixed with the smell of blood, like a small mountain.

Lin Mu dodged quickly and was not hit by the material.

The staff was miserable because they didn't react, and half of their calves were buried by the sudden appearance of the alien material.

"Fuck!"

The staff member uttered a curse word, his eyes widened with disbelief, and his mouth seemed to be dislocated and had not been closed for a long time.