The end of the world is coming, I became a card maker

The sun was shining brightly, and the sun was shining brightly.

"This, this feeling..."

Lingtian raised his head in shock, and tried to speak several times, but the lazy and extremely warm sunlight seemed to block his throat several times, and it took a long time for him to speak intermittently.

"It's comparable to the feeling of the morning sun swallowing and spitting for half an hour, and the sunlight is stronger and warmer. The evil and damp breath in our bodies has almost turned into substance and been extracted and evaporated!"

"Brother Huang, the value of this card is at least 300 black notes, and it is within three digits, and there is no upper limit to the value!"

Even Huang Sheng, an outsider, knows the value of this card. How can Lingtian, a local who was born and raised here, not know the value of this card?

However, Huang Sheng was a little speechless about the other party's words. What do you mean by no upper limit within three digits? Just say that the value is no more than a thousand.

Lingtian was like a small worm in his stomach: "No more than a thousand is the regular price, but for some special people, they are willing to pay any amount!"

She went on to explain that, as Huang Sheng guessed, there are many special places in the Deserted Temple, and there are also many people hiding in various places to practice secretly or do other things.

These people cannot be exposed to sunlight for various reasons, but they need the sun's baking very much.

The cold and dampness and evil invasions of the Deserted Temple world are happening quietly all the time, and no one can live without the sun.

In Shilao Village, special sleepers who are powerful or trusted by their masters wake up almost every moment. They are often awakened because of emergencies. They may not lack the half-hour of morning sun breathing time at noon, but they often do not have the conditions to wait until noon.

If the Chaoyang Card is circulated, the sensation it causes will be much greater than Huang Sheng thinks!

Huang Sheng had nothing to say about this. What's the point of chatting? Go and earn black money.

Black money looks fast to save, but it's even faster to use. He doesn't mind having too much of it.

Metal Man and others knew Huang Sheng's profession for the first time. They were shocked and envious.

Who understands? They were almost fed to pigs by a few hundred black money.

But there is a man who can earn hundreds of black money in a few minutes?

Damn, is there any fairness in this world?

Isn't it very hard for the evolvers to earn black money? Many people keep taking trains to various events and dungeons, or rack their brains to buy low and sell high, and trade goods between various civilizations, just for that little black money.

This is really good. Someone can actually produce black money by sitting there and writing and drawing.

Is there any difference between this and a money printing machine?

Several people suddenly realized it.

No wonder he spent black money on the train without blinking an eye.

No wonder he could bring his own bodyguards to do a high-risk copy. They came from all over the world and had to escort people.

Such a person was given an exclusive copy by the system, and even the mission they could not see was customized. It seemed that the previous misunderstanding could be explained suddenly...

Whether it was the metal man, the black robe man, or the pupilless woman, even the zombie old man with independent intelligence looked at Huang Sheng with eager eyes.

If everyone was still thinking of cooperating with each other just now.

Now they are completely willing to act as running dogs!

If this kind of person leaks a little black money from their fingers, it will be enough for them to improve their current situation.

Huang Sheng ignored what others thought, and he buried his head and began to make cards frantically.

This Chaoyang card is special. The power of its imprint does not come from an objective third party, but directly from his own feelings.

The sunlight shines continuously, which means that there is no gap between each card he makes like making other cards.

As long as he can improve his proficiency, he can greatly speed up the production of this card.

As expected, the second card was made faster, and it was completed in about 4 minutes and 30 seconds.

The third card was even faster. Since he had been sitting under the Chaoyang net without moving, the feeling of being continuously exposed to the sun was lingering, so it took less than 4 minutes to make it.

Then his speed became faster and faster.

By 11:45, it could be stabilized at 3 minutes and 20 seconds, which is the time it takes for a teenager with good physical fitness to run a thousand meters to make a card!

Now he has 13 Chaoyang cards in his space.

Lingzhen came back with the painting, and the shopkeeper Ji Fang did not recognize the painting.

The woman in the middle, it seems that after the sacrifice is over, they will immediately set off to the all-knowing naughty boy.

At this time, the sun was already very scorching. It was like a ball of fire in the sky, and the sunlight that fell on the ground was dry and hot.

Under the blessing of the Chaoyang Net, more than a hundred sleepers were smoking all over!

Something was burning on their bodies, and streams of black smoke were seen evaporating from their bodies. At the same time, faint and indistinct screams could be heard.

The expressions of these people were full of pain, but at the same time they were enjoying it in a twisted way.

From a distance, the land under the Chaoyang Net was simply a dazzling ball of light. The people sitting in it were like taking a hot bath. The black smoke rose and gathered in the air, turning into a group of light dark clouds, and then quickly dissipated.

"You can also go over and experience it, but don't disturb him."

The two women said to the metal man and several others.

Upon hearing this, the metal man stepped into the range of the Chaoyang Net. Under the baking, his body changed rapidly, from solid to fluid.

It melted in the sunlight like a ball of soft candy, and its body spread toward the gap between the crowd, and finally collapsed on the ground completely.

The light-colored insects of the black-robed man were screaming in the sun, and they were obviously a little bit unable to withstand the sun.

He waved his hand to take away the insects. In order to avoid affecting Huang Sheng, he went around to the other end of the Chaoyang Formation and released the insects, forcing several insects to accept the sun's scorching.

Jian Jing wanted to touch the sun, but seemed a little afraid.

She raised a translucent umbrella, slightly weakened the power of the sun, and sat on the edge of the formation with some pins and needles.

Ling Zhen also dragged the thin old man to the edge of the formation, trying to see if he could wake him up.

Boom, the ordinary cardboard paper under Huang Sheng's pen burned directly.

He changed to a serious cardboard and continued to write.

It was still just over three minutes, and a card with dazzling purple light was finally completed!

I felt that my energy was obviously reduced, but it quickly became full again. This should be the effect of the sun in the world of the Deserted Temple, which can clearly replenish the vitality of the human body.

Thirty minutes passed in a flash, and Huang Sheng hurriedly made nine purple cards.

Feeling that the temperature of the sun above his head was obviously weakened, Huang Sheng put away the paper and pen and stood up, patting his body that was almost on fire and hiding in a cool place in the room.

"I am enjoying a sunbath in a high-risk copy, can you believe this?"

Feeling the coolness in the house coming towards him, he sighed, and then he did not continue to make cards, but checked the duration of the purple card.

"Blue can only shine for three minutes, but the purple card can last for a full five minutes?"

This time made Huang Sheng a little confused.

If I had to explain, it might be because the degree of solar energy explosion during this half-hour period was too intense, and it was all collected by Chaoyang Network. There was no need to worry too much, and he was too lazy to ask about it.

The upper limit of the blue card is one thousand, so my purple card should be priced at two thousand, right?

He couldn't help but smile expectantly.

Although the Iron Rainstorm Card and Iron Shower Card he made some time ago were also sold like crazy, it was a pity that the people from the military, Sky Shield and 101st Bureau were all poor and couldn't afford to pay too much.

There can't be few rich people in this world of Huangci, right? After all, black notes are the daily currency here.