() There was too much information. Shanye didn’t react at once and stared blankly at the system prompts.

"It seems that it is indeed damaged. Otherwise, why would the mission come so suddenly?" Shan Ye looked at a series of system prompts and felt slightly confused.

Since the system can be repaired, why not just give the skills to Master Shan? Wouldn't that be more convenient?

As for merging the matter of this world, what does it mean?

Before Shanye could figure it out, the system prompt appeared again.

"Ding! Preliminary tasks for job transfer and hatred are now open!"

"Ding! Mission 1: Find the bones and flesh of powerful creatures, and the system will smelt a powerful meat hook for you!"

"Ding! Mission 2: Find the stomach pouch of a powerful creature, and the system will integrate it into your body!"

"Ding! Mission 3: Find powerful plague poison, and the system will refine the exclusive plague poison mist for you!"

This explanation is much better, at least Mr. Shan can understand it.

His eyes flickered slightly, Shanye closed the attribute panel, closed his eyes and meditated.

I originally wanted to leave the underground world as soon as possible, but now that I have this prerequisite task for changing my job, my mind has changed slightly.

This is the underground world, where powerful creatures and plagues are more likely to appear than on the surface.

While he was deep in thought, waves of vague noises came from behind. Shan Ye opened his eyes and listened, sitting quietly on the side of the road, pretending to drink water and rest.

The axle made of stone mushrooms rubs dryly against the wheel. A lizard man drives away the ground beetles, leaning over from time to time to put a few drops of beetle body fluid on the axle. The oily and lubricating body fluid of the beetle comes into play, and the annoying squeaking sound disappears immediately.

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Grabbing a handful of the plump breasts of a semi-elf, a yin smile suddenly appeared on the lizard man's long face: "Sweetheart, don't move. We'll be at the 'Black Pearl' in a moment, but unfortunately we're going there soon."

We are separated, and you are struggling so much, are you reluctant to let me go?" His voice was full of anger, just like a gangster.

Several halfling mercenaries who were chatting around heard it and immediately started to cheer for the two of them to kiss each other.

"Old Martin, is your big gun okay? Come and kiss one for us to see." A halfling with a bow and arrow on his back and a weathered face looked at Old Martin teasingly.

Old Martin is a lizard man in his fifties. According to lizard men, who are generally around forty years old, he is considered an old man.

The tight scales have become loose and dim, and the two vertical pupils are also cloudy. Only the aura of having experienced many battles is still there, but there is also a sense of twilight.

Old Martin just refused to accept his old age, so he often went out for walks. Even if he couldn't earn a few gold coins, he still enjoyed it.

His favorite thing is to tease female demi-elves. Especially when he sees the other party's aggrieved look, Old Martin feels particularly happy.

When he was young, he was captured by the drow and worked as a slave for more than ten years. He hated and feared them. Therefore, he often participated in selling demi-elves to make profits and satisfy the dark desires in his heart.

This batch of goods looks good. They were caught from a small tribe. As long as they are transported to the 'Black Pearl' and trained properly, they can be bought at a good price.

"Bah!" The half-elf he was teasing had a strong temper. When he heard the people around him teasing him, he immediately spat at Old Martin.

Old Martin was no longer as brave as he once was, and was immediately sprayed on the side of his face.

Not only was he not annoyed, he stuck out his slender tongue and carefully licked the saliva clean. He approached the semi-elf with a sinister smile on his face and said, "Smelly, I want to see a man ride on you and play with you to death!"

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The half-elf tried hard not to avoid sight. Although his body was already trembling with fear, he still stubbornly straightened his back.

"Shout! Or is it a fierce horse?" The halfling came closer with "tuk-tuk" footsteps, with a touch of surprise and excitement on his rough face.

"Fierce horses? I like riding fierce horses best. How about we teach her a lesson?" A tall halfling with thick hair all over his body and a bulging crotch walked over with a wicked smile on his face.

When Old Martin saw something was wrong, he immediately regretted provoking these soldiers.

Halflings are all soldiers, and their reputation in the underground world is pretty good. However, there are still some black sheep.

Just like the two tall halflings in front of me, they were the kind of bitches who wanted to ride because they were female.

With his hidden gaze, Old Martin glanced at the opponent's bulging crotch, and his expression of envy was revealed, causing the two halflings to laugh.

Shaking the horseshoe under his crotch, the halfling proudly returned to the team and began to brag about his heroic deeds.

In fact, this time the goods were severely warned by the boss. If anyone dared to eat secretly and was found out, they would not be able to get away with a few whips.

The halfling knew that the boss was not a joker and could not delay work just for the pleasure of crotch, so he just verbally teased him.

In addition to the half-elves, the prison car also carried several thin and pale "human beings".

But if you take a closer look, you will find that these humans are different from normal humans.

The skin is dull, like a layer of soot, but it is not very obvious. At first glance, it can be easily confused with humans.

These are the slaves sold by the half-demon.

After a half-demon mates with a human female, the female and half-demon born are properly placed. Only this kind of male, humanoid creature that is not half-demon, will be sold.

Their combat prowess is not as good as that of a half-demon, and the offspring they give birth to are often grey-skinned humanoids with little value and can only be eliminated.

"Greyskin" is a derogatory name for this creature in the underground world.

The half-demon once declared that any creature that finds their own gray-skin can capture this despicable species at will. Because of the encouragement of the half-demon, the gray-skin has hardly been able to stand out, and being enslaved has become their daily life.

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Old Martin sat leisurely on the edge of the prison car, teasing the half-elf with a strong character from time to time.

A big hand grasped the plump and soft breasts. Old Martin ignored the half-elf's glare, with a satisfied smile on his lips. Suddenly, the smile froze. Old Martin subconsciously used force and scratched the half-elf painfully.

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"Uh huh~!" Several halflings who were chatting away heard this moan, and immediately laughed and wanted to make fun of old Martin again, but found that the other party was stiff, as if something was wrong.

"Tuk Tuk" stepped on the slippery ground, and a halfling came over and said, "What's wrong? Can't you even deal with a half-elf?" The voice was slightly ridiculing, and with this sound, a strong body odor came.

, I think this centaur has probably not taken a shower for more than a month.

Old Martin hated the fishy body odor the most, so he rarely talked to the halfling, but at this moment he suddenly grabbed the halfling's hairy arm and said with a look of shock: "There seems to be a human in front of me!!

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Chapter completed!