You're Tricking Me?

"Youngster, you just came to the Demon Forest, right?" a thirty year-old brawny man said with a smile to Ling Han.

"Yes." Ling Han nodded. This could be told with one glance. Other people all reeked with an intense "muddy smell," which was from being exposed in the forest during day and night.

The brawny man laughed quietly, reaching out his hand, and said, "Here, everything is a deal. If you want to ask questions, you have to give people benefits."

"How much?" Ling Han smiled lightly. His wallet was now bulging again, so he naturally was more indifferent to Origin Crystal.

"One Origin Crystal." The brawn man put up a finger.

One question for one Origin Crystal, so shady!

Ling Han didn't really care; as long as he could find Crimson Red Chilling Ice Grass, even if he paid a million Origin Crystals for it, he wouldn't feel regret. He handed over one Origin Crystal at once.

The brawny man took the Origin Crystal and suppressed a laugh.