Chapter 1004 Mysterious Fragments

Walking into the spacious shop, there was only a tallow candle as thick as an arm, and the light was dim, making the shop particularly dark. Situ Reading

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The early morning sun could not directly shine into the shop, and it was as dim as dusk. The decoration inside was also a bit old, and it faintly revealed a bit of ancient flavor.

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

He was happy and leisurely, looking at the goods on display inside casually, all of which were various maps.

Animal skin, paper, wood carving, crystal, all kinds of things, everything, it seems... I have 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 dim counter, the only living person in the store, an old man, was lowering his head and carefully making a map.

The gray-haired old man was quite old, and his face was full of wrinkles, but his fingers holding the brush were steady and powerful, and clear lines were born under his pen.

In such a dim environment, he could still make such a clear map, which made Ye Feng feel that he was not an ordinary person.

"Old man, can you give me a detailed map of the Demon God Mountain Range?" Walking to the counter, Ye Feng looked at the old face who was concentrating on 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 looked helpless. No wonder the shops next to him were doing good business, but this shop occupied such a large area, but it was deserted. It turned out that the owner of this shop didn't look like a businessman doing business at all.

No one cared, so why stay here? He hesitated for a while and was about to leave, but at this moment, it seemed that the map had been made, and an old and hoarse voice finally came from behind the counter.

"You want to buy a map of the Demon God Mountain Range? Young man, there are monsters everywhere in the mountains. If you go in, at least eight of you will be dead. It is definitely not a fun place. I advise you to leave quickly..."

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

He just wanted to buy a map, but the shopkeeper actually advised him to leave?

Is this how he does business?

"Sorry... I have important things to do in the mountains. If you have a map, sell me one. I will make the decision on other matters." Ye Feng replied solemnly.

"In that case, I won't say much. All the maps are on the counter. Choose for yourself."

The old man continued to lower his head without any intention of standing up to greet Ye Feng or introduce him.

Ye Feng felt a little curious about this old shopkeeper who looked quite strange. After taking a closer look, he frowned slightly, and a solemn look flashed in the depths of Ye Feng's eyes.

Ye Feng could sense a strong energy fluctuation flowing slowly from this old man who looked very old. Although he could not know the cultivation level of this man, Ye Feng felt that this old man was at least at the ninth level of the Void Realm, and the concentration of his energy was even comparable to that of a half-step king.

Thanks to Ye Feng's strong mental power, he could sense this.

A ninth-level warrior in the Void Realm opened a mysterious map shop in this small town? This is really strange... Could it be that this old man wanted to live in seclusion here and become a hermit?

But behind the town is the dangerous Demon God Mountain Range. Although there has not been a large-scale beast tide for a long time, even if they want to live in retirement, no one would choose such a place.

Ordinary hermits would look for famous mountains and rivers with high concentrations of heaven and earth energy to open up a cave or something.

This mysterious old man with a strong cultivation level was willing to be a cartographer in this town with a lack of energy, which really puzzled Ye Feng.

Forget it, maybe this person has some special hobbies.

As long as they are not the warriors of the Demon Sect who come to kill him, it will be fine.

Ye Feng did not sense the presence of demonic energy from the old man. Seeing that the old man lowered his head and began to carve a map, he did not bother him. He turned around and continued to search for things suitable for himself in the spacious store.

Picking up a map of the outer area of ​​the Demon God Mountain Range, Ye Feng looked at it with interest. The clear routes and signs on the map made him very satisfied.

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

Ye Feng frowned slightly at this, and then walked to a wooden shelf in the corner of the store that looked very old.

This bookshelf, which was already full of holes, exuded a hint of rotten wood and was obviously a bit old.

Layers of yellowed old maps were randomly piled on it. Many of these maps were broken and cracked, and some were like failed products, incomplete.

He flipped through the yellowed maps casually, and a faint musty smell hit him, causing Ye Feng to frown.

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

Suddenly, a palm-sized damaged picture appeared from the moldy map.

"Hmm? This is..."

A faint golden light flashed in the palm-sized damaged map, attracting Ye Feng's attention.

But at this moment, Huan Wu Yao Ji, who was supposed to be sleeping in the Jiu Jue Tian Monument, suddenly reminded Ye Feng, which startled him.

"Little brother, you must get this map. I didn't expect that after so many years, you actually found... a fragment..."

"Fragment? What kind of fragment is this broken map?"

Ye Feng asked with a little doubt, but did not get a reply from Huan Wu Yao Ji. He took the pile of broken maps in his hand and looked at the palm-sized fragments carefully.

Ye Feng could not figure out the good things that Huan Wu Yao Ji said. His mental power penetrated into it, and it seemed like an ordinary paper book. Except for those mysterious curved lines and the particularly strong musty smell, he found nothing else.

However, Huan Wu Yao Ji was a spirit demon who had lived for tens of thousands of years. Since she said it was a fragment, then it should be a fragment.

Suppressing his curiosity, he took the thick stack of broken pictures and walked towards the old man who seemed to have finished his work and stood up behind the counter.

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

Ye Feng glanced at him, his expression a little unpredictable, but now he had something to ask of him, so he could only helplessly put the maps he had previously taken a fancy to, as well as the last stack of damaged pictures, carefully on the counter and asked: "Old sir, I want all these maps, name a price."

If he asked to buy the incomplete map alone, such a strange move would definitely attract the attention of the mysterious old man.

Although Ye Feng didn't know what was recorded on the incomplete map, it might have alarmed the unfathomable Huanwu Yaoqi, so it should not be an ordinary thing.

Every profession has its own specialties.

He couldn't see through what it was, but this mysterious old man was in this line of work. If he saw through it under such an obvious suggestion, it would be very bad.

Therefore, Ye Feng could only buy all the moldy and damaged maps...