Chapter 1004

Walking into the spacious shop, there was only a butter candle with the thickness of one arm. The light was dim, making the vulva of the shop dark.

The early morning sun can't shine directly into the store. It's as dark as dusk here, and the decoration inside is a little old, showing a bit of ancient simplicity.

After entering, no one came forward to greet Ye Feng.

He was happy and leisurely. He looked at the goods displayed inside at will. They were all kinds of maps.

Animal skin, paper, wood carving, crystal, all kinds of things. It seems... I've come to the right place.

After a while, Ye Feng nodded slightly and walked slowly to the counter.

As soon as he entered the store, he sensed that behind the dark counter, the only living person in the store, an old man, was lowering his head and making a map carefully.

The old man with gray hair is quite old and his face is full of wrinkles, but his fingers holding the brush are steady and powerful. With each stroke, clear lines are born under the pen.

In such a dark environment, Ye Feng can make maps so clearly, which makes him feel that he is not very human.

"Old Sir, can you give me a detailed map of demon god mountain?" when he came to the counter, Ye Feng looked at the old face who was devoted to making the map and asked politely.

No one replied to him.

The old man seemed to be immersed in his own world, neither looking up nor speaking.

Seeing this, Ye Feng had some helplessness on his face. No wonder the business of the shops next to him was very good. Only this shop occupied such a large area, but the door was left out in the cold. It turned out that the shopkeeper of this shop didn't look like a businessman at all.

Nobody cares, why stay here? He hesitated for a moment and was about to leave, but at this moment, it seemed that the map had been made, and finally an old hoarse voice came from behind the counter.

"Do you want to buy a map of the demon god mountain? Young man, there are many monsters and beasts in the mountain. Ten of them go in, and at least eight of them have no bones. It's not a fun place. The old man advised you to leave quickly..."

"..." Ye Feng was speechless for a moment.

I just want to buy a map. The shopkeeper directly advised me to leave?

Is that how he does business?

"I'm sorry... I have something important to do when I go down into the mountains. If you have a map, sell me one. I'll decide other things myself," replied Ye Feng.

"In that case, the old man won't say much. All the maps are on the counter. Choose your own."

The old man continued to lower his head. He didn't stand up to greet Ye Feng and introduce him.

Ye Feng was a little more curious about the strange looking old shopkeeper. After looking at it carefully, he frowned slightly, and a dignified look flashed through the depths of Ye Feng's eyes.

On the old man who looked very old, Ye Feng faintly felt that there was a strong yuan force fluctuating slowly. Although he could not know his cultivation, Ye Feng felt that the old man had at least more than nine virtual realms, and the solidity of Yuan force was even comparable to half the king's realm.

Thanks to Ye Feng's strong spirit, he realized this.

A nine heavy martial artist in the virtual world opened a mysterious map shop in this small town? It's really strange... Does the old man want to live in seclusion and become a hermit?

But behind the town is the dangerous demon god mountain. Although there has been no large-scale animal tide for a long time, no one will choose such a place even if they want to provide for the elderly.

Ordinary hermits will find famous mountains and rivers with high vitality in heaven and earth and open up a cave or something.

This mysterious old man with strong cultivation is willing to be a cartographer in this small town, which really puzzles Ye Feng.

Forget it, maybe this person has some special hobbies.

As long as it's not the demon warrior who came to kill himself.

Ye Feng didn't perceive the existence of evil spirit from the old man. Seeing that the old man lowered his head and began to depict the map, he didn't bother him, turned around and continued to search for things suitable for him in the spacious store.

He picked up a map of the periphery of the demon god mountain. Ye Feng looked at it with great interest. The clear route and logo on the map satisfied him very much.

He took it in his hand and searched for some maps of the outer and even the central area. After watching it for a while, he could not find any maps of the inner and even the core area.

In this regard, Ye Feng frowned slightly, turned to pace and walked to a very old wooden frame in the corner of the store.

The bookshelf, which is already full of holes, exudes a smell of rotten wood, which is obviously old.

Layers of yellowing old pictures are piled up at random. Many of these pictures have been broken and cracked, and some are like failed products and incomplete.

The palm flipped through these yellowing maps at will, and there was a faint musty smell, which made Ye Feng frown.

He was about to turn around and leave, but a stack of damaged maps fell off the bookshelf. He bent down slightly to pick up the stack of damaged maps. He didn't pay too much attention and was about to put it back in place.

Suddenly, a broken picture the size of a palm was revealed from this stack of moldy maps.

"Hmm? This is..."

There was a glimmer of golden light in the palm remnant picture, which attracted Ye Feng's attention.

But at this time, the magic dance witch, who should have slept in the jiujue Tianbei, suddenly gave a voice to remind, which surprised Ye Feng.

"Little brother, you must take this picture. I didn't expect you to find the... Fragment in the past so many years..."

"Remnant? What remnant is this broken picture?"

Ye Feng asked with a little doubt, but he didn't get the reply from the magic dance witch. He took the pile of broken maps in his hand and looked down at the palm sized fragments carefully.

Ye Feng couldn't see the good things mentioned by the magic dance witch, but he couldn't see the famous hall anyway. His spiritual strength penetrated into it, just like ordinary pieces of paper and books. He didn't find anything except those winding mysterious lines and particularly strong musty smell.

However, the magic dance witch is a spirit demon who has lived for tens of thousands of years. Since she said it was a remnant, it should be a remnant.

Pressing down his curiosity, he took this pile of thick broken pictures and walked towards the old man who seemed to have finished making behind the counter and stood up.

The mysterious old man's attitude is still a little indifferent.

Ye Feng looked at him and looked a little uncertain, but now he asked for help from others. He had no choice but to carefully put the several maps he had previously liked and the last pile of damaged pictures on the counter and asked, "old Sir, I want all these pictures. You can make a price."

If he alone proposed to buy the remnant map, such strange actions would certainly attract the attention of the mysterious old man.

Although Ye Feng doesn't know what is recorded in the remnant, it may disturb the mysterious magic dance witch. I think it should not be an ordinary thing.

Professional skills.

I can't see what it is, but this mysterious old man is in this business. If he sees through it under such an obvious suggestion, it's not beautiful.

Therefore, Ye Feng can only buy all the moldy and broken maps