kvmb Chapter 252 How many points would that require to sell...?
Chapter 252 How many points would that require to sell...?
Chapter 252, how many points would that take to sell...?
Suddenly, a white light mixed with gold appeared and quickly spread to the remaining half of his body.
In the next instant, his entire lower body rapidly grew into its initial shape!
An extremely rare, high-tier A-grade healing card!!
Qi Min stared wide-eyed at the scene before him in disbelief. He had only ever heard of this kind of card on the card ranking list, never seen it, and of course, never had the chance to encounter it.
I never expected it to have such amazing effects!
This is simply incredible...
Qi Min stared in amazement at the player in front of him who had healed him so quickly, his heart filled with admiration and envy.
'If he could have cards like that, how many points would he have to sell for...'
Qi Min was slightly confused about the points, and at the same time, he began to peek out from beside the table with his simple dagger.
This player was thrown here, and still has time to heal himself.
Those things outside must not have had time to come over; most likely, they were intercepted by this player's teammates.
Qi Min cautiously looked outside and, sure enough, there were three players of varying heights and builds, but all of them looked quite strong, standing in the outer room of this simple rest area.
One of them was a woman, extremely tall, estimated to be at least 178m.
His slender yet powerful physique, along with his short hair trimmed to his earlobes and nimble movements, indicated that this person was no ordinary fighter!
At the very least, they are people who have undergone some training, and they are professionals at that!
"Uh...cough cough...who are you..."
A weak, hoarse voice sounded behind Qi Min; it came from the player lying next to him.
Hearing the hoarse voice caused by the injury, he quickly guessed that this was the leader of the team he had heard about earlier.
Qi Min turned around and looked him over a few times before he could see the player's appearance clearly. He had a rough voice, but not the rough appearance he had imagined.
He doesn't have a full beard or a fleshy face, nor is he the tough and fierce type.
He didn't have a particularly handsome or refined face; he just had a very ordinary and plain appearance. If one had to give him a name, it would be "well-proportioned," because his features were very regular.
It doesn't leave a lasting impression or a memorable mark; it's the kind of thing you greet once you meet someone, but easily forget once you turn your back.
But this person exuded a very good demeanor, with a calmness, or rather, a coldness, beneath his gentle and peaceful demeanor.
Despite the bloodshed left from the previous battle, his ordinary and bland appearance, combined with this temperament, possessed a sharpness, a sharpness that carried a chill.
At this point, the player's waist and below were completely covered by a milky white substance, or rather, all the wounds on his body were covered.
At this point, the shape of his hip bones and legs was quite obvious, in response to his sudden question.
After thinking for a moment, Qi Min briefly explained his journey from entering the room to getting under the table.
Of course, this only begins after he entered the room. The whole sentence is concise and clear, without any embellishment.
After all, they arrived shortly after he entered the room.
This also clearly shows that he was just an ordinary player acting alone, the kind who wasn't very capable and was ostracized.
"I don't know what kind of people you are, but I encountered a really jerk team before, so I instinctively hid, but I didn't expect to be cornered here."
Qi Min sincerely expressed that he would try his best to appear as harmless as possible, but then changed the subject, saying with a hint of dissatisfaction and inquiry.
"So what exactly did you do? Did you touch something? Or take something?"
Otherwise, why was everything fine when I came in, but something happened when you came in! If that's really the case, then you've really gotten me into serious trouble!
Qi Min bombarded the player lying on the ground, waiting for repairs, with a barrage of questions, while also turning the tables on him.
He could naturally guess that it was because the number of players entering the room had reached a certain saturation point.
Or perhaps the player stayed in a certain scene for too long, thus activating the monsters that were originally hidden there.
This caused these bloodthirsty monsters to awaken like tigers smelling fresh flesh, then attack, devour, and ultimately leave only a trail of blood.
But he certainly couldn't say these things himself. Even if the other party guessed that was the reason, he couldn't directly confirm this statement.
Otherwise, if they win, wouldn't his chances of survival become smaller?
After all, this player is capable of producing a super rare high-level A-grade healing card!
This card is a top-tier healing card in the shop, and the number of points required is so many that Qi Min can't even count them all!
He would need to complete at least a hundred instances to have any chance of accumulating half of that number.
Moreover, these are all A-level dungeons with extremely high points, and you need to complete all the side quests within them to achieve a 100% success rate to even have a chance.
Of course, there is another way.
Go to a dungeon called "Wilderness," find the main boss inside, offer your heart, and then kill it in one fell swoop. You might get this card.
Qi Min heard this from a rumor.
But these are all secondary issues. Qi Min's biggest challenge right now is to resolve the immediate predicament.
Surrender to the player in front of you.
To prevent the other party from perceiving him as a potential threat, and to kill him on the spot. (The kind of kill that leaves him to be killed by a monster.)
"You came in before us, did you really not take anything?"
The player avoided answering Qi Min's question, continuing to ask in a hoarse voice, his expression unchanged from before, remaining calm so that Qi Min couldn't discern anything from him.
"No, I didn't touch you when you came in."
Qi Min emphasized his words to show his sincerity, his gaze meeting Qi Min's without wavering.
Perhaps Qi Min's behavior was too frank, or perhaps the other party really believed him halfway.
In short, after seeing Qi Min's performance, the player nodded casually and showed no intention of continuing the conversation.
He simply raised his fully recovered hand and tried to sit up, supporting himself on the ground.
At this point, his treatment was nearing its end, and the milky white substance on his body was visible.
It also slowly disappeared from his body as he moved, as if it had been completely absorbed, leaving no trace.
Qi Min looked at the half-naked man who made no attempt to hide his nakedness in front of him, raised an eyebrow slightly, and looked away.
This person doesn't care about exposing their privacy, but they don't want to be an eyesore.