Perhaps there was something wrong with the flow of time, or perhaps the unimportant time had been stolen. In short, Yu Xing stayed in the room for a while and the sky gradually became dark.
He didn't do anything either. He wrapped the weird meat pieces in waste paper and threw them into the trash can next to his desk, and sat on the somewhat hard wooden bed and pondered for a long time.
After absorbing the curse of the underground ghost tree, he could not stop and went to the underground city, then went up to the surface, followed the induction and walked all the way outside the hotel.
Strictly speaking, he didn't even have a moment of rest.
The premise of the body being reshaped over and over again is death again and again, and the spirit is broken enough, which is very economical every time, but the fatigue that should have been very strong is dispersed by the vitality of Yu Xing himself when he was resurrected.
This makes him feel uncomfortable everywhere, but he has no source, as if he is hanging in the air without going up or down.
Now that he has finally entered a house where humans can live, Yu Xing can finally take care of his own changes.
He bent one leg and held it up, his arms on his knees, his other leg was stretched comfortably, and his black hair was chaoticly covered in front of his forehead, which was a rare relaxing posture.
The hotel dungeons that are threatening must be seen at night. During the day, those passengers are all younger brothers to Yu Xing.
Well...including the strongest chef, if you really want to fight, Yu Xing can completely crush him. This is an assessment that naturally appears in Yu Xing's mind when he meets the chef for the first time.
Because he is too strong now.
"You can control the dead things around you, and you can attach the senses to other things for extension..." Yu Xing's face was a little strange when he closed his eyes and sensed his own state.
"There are also intuition and inspiration, which are greatly enhanced to some extent."
He thought silently and shook his palms.
It obviously seems that there is no difference from before, but it is still flesh and blood, and his thinking has not been greatly affected... at least on the surface.
That's because he himself cannot compare his abilities intuitively.
If there were people around him who had known before at this time, the other party would definitely be shocked by the difference he had caused.
Perception, mental power, wound recovery ability, combat power, speed, and even prediction. Overall, he is already a monster-level deducer.
Yu Xing stopped his palm in his chest and felt his heartbeat.
It is very slow, and there will be such a living creature with a heartbeat, basically cold-blooded animals in hibernation.
The last time he met the actor directly was when the pre-event Xuechi Middle School exam was over and rushed towards the school gate.
Going forward again, the actor who is seen in the cemetery in the parallel line of death, playing the role of the "master".
At that time, he was very struggling to face actors who could not use sacrifices and were only one-nineths of their strength. They had to rely on rhetoric and psychological warfare. At that time, he did not understand the level of power that actors were at—
No matter where you hide, you will be found. If you give all your efforts, you can only get minor injuries from the other party. As long as the other party exists, layers of fear will fill the air and be everywhere.
But now Yu Xing knows the reason.
You will be found wherever you go to hide, 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 seriously hurt the actor is because the physical fitness of the actor himself is completely different from that of humans. Even if he is injured, as long as it is not a regular wound or a homologous curse, he can quickly recover by relying on the power of the curse.
The fearful temperament that comes with it... is a curse that is scattered in the air, and cannot be seen by others. If it is brushed by the curse, can it be pleasant?
Yu Xing's eyes gradually became deeper.
He can do this too. In the eyes of others, he has become a person who cannot understand it. Once his thoughts move, others will be shattered by the curse in an instant.
So how much difference is there between him and the actor?
Not to mention sacrifices - the actor has been in the deduction system for too long, and the sacrifice reserves must be terrifying, just about his own abilities...
"We should be almost done, right?"
Yu Xing murmured.
It is precisely because he clearly recognized his strength when he was resting in the hotel room that he looked forward to meeting the actor again.
The actor may have already felt something, for example, when he was inspired, he guessed that someone had grown up to a point that threatened him.
But no matter how much it is, the actor cannot know more specifically. It is the same truth that neither Hua Subai nor the actor can accurately locate him.
The next time I meet, it will definitely surprise the actor.
A sincere smile appeared in Yu Xing's eyes, mixed with a little bloodthirsty and malice.
Very looking forward to it.
He turned his head and looked out the window. The distance between the convex belly window was the gray sky, which was still a disgusting brain-like color, frozen in chaos above.
The gray sky is already half gloomy.
It seemed that it was dark after only about two hours.
Yu Xing turned over and got out of bed, came to the desk, folded a paper airplane with blank draft paper on the table, walked to the windowsill, and threw the paper airplane out in the wind.
The wind in the hotel is the same as the street view seen outside the window, and it even exudes the fragrance of toast outside the alley.
The paper plane was shaking and was supported by the wind, and it was rushing in the air for several times, but it still couldn't resist its fate of falling, drifting lower and lower.
It failed to fly over the wall of the alley. The tip at the top hit the bricks. With a clatter, it fell vertically downward, and finally stopped on a pile of dust in the corner of the wall.
No one will see it, and there will be no children who are curious to pick it up, because everything in this alley is the same as the presence of a hotel and has long been frozen.
Yu Xing lowered his eyes and looked at the paper plane that was left there forever, with an unknown expression. When he was tired of seeing it, he suddenly smelled the salty smell of the sea breeze at the tip of his nose.
That different taste was like a scream that broke the silent time, causing the deadly and hopeless space to suddenly come alive.
There was even a sound of distant waves in Yu Xing's eardrums. He was very familiar with the sound and smell. When he climbed the Dead Silent Island, the smell and sound were everywhere on the Dead Silent Island.
In other words, in the closed copy, he sensed the sea breeze and waves of Dead Silent Island.
Although it was only a moment.
A light flashed in Yu Xing's eyes.
He was right. When his ability reaches a certain level, the stability of the copy and system will be greatly reduced. This means that the system can indeed resist and harm...
Not a concept that cannot be touched no matter what.
He had a feeling just now that if he was stronger, such as the curse power of a ghost tree, he could manually tear the dungeon and unilaterally announce the end of the dungeon.