Published: February 8, 2025
Chapter 1: Thank You, Brother Leng Qiu, for the 500!
For Ye Zhongming, this was definitely a pleasant surprise.
Ye Zhongming was not a clueless rookie, nor was he the type of dreamer who had just acquired a power and spent all day wishing to evolve it to the highest level.
Having lived again, he knew very well that obtaining a skill was already a stroke of luck. If he wanted to upgrade that skill to a higher level, it would be even more difficult.
This not only required sufficient wealth but also demanded almost heaven-defying luck to accidentally encounter the desired item among countless spinning wheels and vast regions.
At least in his previous life, after living for ten years, among the hundred people around him who had equipment or skills that could be upgraded, only a very few could truly enhance their levels again—just one or two people would be quite impressive.
So when he saw this intermediate human puppet technique, Ye Zhongming was genuinely surprised.
Not long after the apocalypse began, he obtained the basic puppet technique. Now, nearly a year had passed, and even though he had thoughts of upgrading this recipe-type skill, he didn't believe he was lucky enough to encounter the next stage of scroll within such a short time frame.
Moreover, since Red Hair was created by Ye Zhongming using the basic puppet technique and had now become the most unique existence in Ye Zhongming's camp, he was particularly attentive to this skill.
Now, seeing the intermediate scroll that could upgrade this skill, Ye Zhongming couldn’t help but show a look of longing.
Furthermore, the silver human puppet he had seen in his previous life, which had reached the level of seven-star evolver, was a result of the intermediate human puppet technique.
To become a merchant in the apocalypse, one must have the strength and insight. Uncle Jia noticed the fleeting joy on Ye Zhongming's face and understood that this young man had his eyes on this item, and he began to calculate what price would be appropriate.
He thought about how he had just exchanged a broken material for a bottle of one-star evolution potion from this young man, and now this scroll, which was clearly useful to him, should definitely fetch something better.
Uncle Jia was somewhat troubled. Speaking of costs, this scroll really didn't cost much; he had originally exchanged it with a survivor team for a mutated pig that weighed about ten jin. He had kept it for several months, so, at least, it should be worth one bottle of three-star evolution potion!
Right, just like those things he had sold earlier, which were said to be Yama Tree seeds!
“Price.”
Ye Zhongming shook the intermediate human puppet technique scroll and asked for the price.
Uncle Jia showed a pained expression, sighed, and said, “I originally wanted to keep this for my son, but since you’re interested, I’ll reluctantly let it go. I won’t ask for much, just the cost price when I obtained it—hmm, one bottle of three-star potion will do!”
Hearing this, the others secretly rolled their eyes.
Who didn't know that Uncle Jia’s scrolls were all old goods, basically belonging to those items that either others didn’t want or couldn’t use? To ask for a bottle of three-star evolution potion outright? He was truly crazy!
The three-star evolution potion represented a three-star evolver, which was enough to enter the core level of any survivor camp in Lin City.
Also, what was Uncle Jia talking about his son? Wasn’t his son eaten by zombies on the first day of the apocalypse?
The couple who had yet to leave also shook their heads in disbelief. They were doing quite well in Linhai and their faction had some special methods, which allowed them to exchange a three-star evolution potion for suspected Yama Tree seeds.
But what were Uncle Jia’s crummy scrolls? They had seen them but none were usable. Three-star evolution potion? They wouldn’t even want a two-star evolution potion.
That’s how the apocalypse was; the value of an item was judged based on demand, apart from clear-grade items like evolution potions.