Maybe there was something fishy about the speed of time, or maybe unimportant time had been stolen. In short, Yu Xing stayed in the room for a while, and it started to get dark.
It wasn't like he didn't do anything. After wrapping the strange piece of meat in waste paper and throwing it into the trash can next to his desk, he sat on the somewhat hard wooden bed and meditated for a long time.
After absorbing the curse of the underground ghost Shen Shu, he went to the underground city without stopping, then went to the surface, and followed the induction all the way to the outside of the hotel.
Technically speaking, he didn't even take a break.
The prerequisite for the body to be reshaped over and over again is death over and over again, as well as enough mental fragmentation. Each time is very expensive, but the fatigue that should have been very strong was dissipated by Yu Xing's own vitality when he was resurrected.
This caused him to feel uncomfortable everywhere, but there was no source of it, as if he was hanging in the air, unable to move up or down.
Now that he has finally entered a house where humans can live, Yu Xing can finally take stock of his changes.
One of his legs was bent and propped up, his arm resting on his knee, and the other leg was stretched comfortably. His black hair was messily covered in front of his forehead, which was a rare relaxed posture.
The threatening things in the hotel dungeon can only be seen at night. Those tourists during the day are all younger brothers to Yu Xing.
Well... Including the chef who seems to be the strongest, in fact, if there is a fight, Yu Xing can absolutely crush him. This is the assessment that naturally appears in Yu Xing's mind when he meets the chef for the first time.
Because he is really too strong now.
"You can control the dead things around you, and you can attach your senses to other things to extend..." After closing his eyes and sensing his own condition, Yu Xing looked a little weird.
"There is also intuition and inspiration, which are greatly enhanced to some extent."
He thought silently and shook his hands.
It obviously looked the same as before, still flesh and blood, but his thinking was not affected much...at least on the surface.
That's because he himself can't compare abilities intuitively.
If there is someone he knew before at this time, the other person will be shocked by the difference in him.
Perception, mental power, wound recovery ability, combat power, speed, and even prophecy, taken together, he is already a monster-level deducer.
Yu Xing put his palms on his chest and felt his heartbeat.
Living creatures with very slow heartbeats are basically cold-blooded animals in hibernation.
The last time he met an actor directly was when he rushed to the school gate after the middle school exam.
Going back one more time, it was the actor who played the role of "Master" that Death Parallel saw in the House of Hell.
At that time, it was very difficult for him to face an actor who could not use sacrifices and only had one-ninth of the strength. He had to rely on words and psychological warfare. At that time, he did not understand what level of power the actor was at -
No matter where you hide, you will be found. You will only get minor injuries from the other party if you try your best. As long as the other party exists, there will be layers of fear filling the air, omnipresent.
But now Yu Xing knew the reason.
No matter where you hide, you will be found, because the actor's "eyes" are everywhere, and every brick and tile may become an extension of the actor's vision.
The reason why the actor cannot be seriously injured is because the actor's physical fitness is completely different from that of humans. Even if he is injured, as long as it is not a regular wound or a curse of the same origin, he can rely on the power of the curse to recover quickly.
The fear that comes with it... is a curse that is floating in the air and invisible to others. Can it still be happy if the curse has passed over it?
Yu Xing's eyes gradually deepened.
He can also do this, but in the eyes of others, he has also become a person who cannot understand. If he thinks about it, others will be cursed and shattered in an instant.
So how far is the gap between him and the actor?
Not to mention sacrifices - the actor has been in the deduction system for too long, and the reserve of sacrifices must be terrifying. Just talking about his own abilities...
"We should be almost done, right?"
Yu Xing murmured.
It was precisely because he clearly understood his own strength while resting in the hotel room that he looked forward to meeting the actor again.
The actor may have already sensed something, such as having an inspiration and guessing that someone has grown up enough to threaten him.
But no matter what, the actor can't know more specifically, just like he has lived in reality for so long, neither Hua Subai nor the actor can accurately locate him.
The actor will definitely be "surprised" when we meet next time.
A sincere smile appeared in Yu Xing's eyes, mixed with a little bloodthirsty and malice.
Really been waiting.
He tilted his head and looked out the window. Beyond the oriel window was the gray sky, which was still the color of disgusting brain matter and was frozen chaotically above.
The gray sky has become half overcast.
It seemed that only about two hours had passed before it got dark.
Yu Xing got out of bed, came to the desk, folded a paper airplane using the blank draft paper on the desk, walked to the window sill, and threw the paper airplane into the wind.
The wind in the hotel was the same as the street view outside the window, and even the smell of bread baking outside the alley was revealed.
The paper plane was swaying and being held up by the wind, and made several turns in the air. It still couldn't resist the fate of falling, and drifted lower and lower.
It failed to fly over the wall of the alley, and the tip at the top hit the bricks. With a click, it fell vertically downwards, and finally stopped on a pile of dust in the corner of the wall.
No one would see it, not even the curious children who picked it up, because everything in this alley had the same sense of existence as the hotel, which had long since solidified.
Yu Xing lowered his eyes and looked at the paper airplane that had been left there forever, with an unclear expression. The moment he got tired of looking at it and turned his head, he suddenly smelled the salty smell of the sea breeze on the tip of his nose.
That slightly different taste is like a scream that breaks the silence of time, making the dead, hopeless space suddenly come alive.
Yu Xing's eardrums even heard the sound of distant waves. He was very familiar with this sound and smell. When he landed on Dead Silent Island, the smell and sound were everywhere around Dead Silent Island.
In other words, he felt the sea breeze and waves of the Dead Island in the closed copy.
Even if it's just for a moment.
Yu Xing's eyes flashed.
He guessed right. When his own abilities reach a certain level, the stability of the copy and the system will be greatly reduced. This means that the system can indeed resist and harm...
Rather than a concept that cannot be touched no matter what.
He had a feeling just now - if it were stronger, such as the curse power of another ghost-sinking tree, he could manually tear the dungeon open and unilaterally declare the end of the dungeon.