The old man's expression was a little distorted. On his deathbed, he seemed to have regained some of his consciousness, and he was talking weird nonsense.
"Oh, I don't even know what it is now..."
"It's not necessarily completely bad, it's just that people are bad."
"It turns out that my mother looked like this, and I had forgotten about it a long time ago. She died very early, from illness. Alas, I remember burying her with my own hands."
"What does my father look like..."
The neighbor twitched a few times, like an exhausted and struggling prawn after emerging from the water.
When a man is about to die, his words are kind, and when a bird is about to die, his cries are mournful. Wang Hao stood nearby, listening carefully, ready to cover his ears at any time.
The old man began to recall his hurried life. No matter who he was talking to, even if it was just a low-collar child, he was always talking nonsense.
I have long forgotten the names of my parents.
Does he have children? In a long life, children seem to be unimportant. He has no children.
My relatives are long gone.
He spent most of his time in a state of confusion, completely unaware of the purpose of what he was doing.
Is living just to last longer?
Or maybe living itself is meaning.
When life is about to disappear, what should you think and do? If there are only a few minutes left in life, should you repent, regret, or make other choices...
The sudden appearance of this question made him feel confused.
This is something that humans naturally need to think about, but in the past, as an immortal, he had never thought about it.
He tried to recall some good things, but he seemed to have completely forgotten all the good things. He even forgot his own name.
This made the old man feel a little sad, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
Inexplicably, he began to repent of the evil deeds he had committed.
"How do I get out of here?"
A childish voice came to my ears, calm, soothing but full of vitality.
"Can you tell me where this is?"
The old neighbor tried his best to catch a glimpse of the voice, but darkness in all directions finally began to occupy his field of vision.
It's no longer visible.
His whole body was weak, and he allowed the roots of blood ginseng to grow out of his facial features, and said with all his strength: "I don't know... I have been in a daze outside, but I am still a little awake when I stay here! Why, I don't know.
…”
He seemed to have thought of something again: "There is a compass in the house... You can try to the east..."
"There are less...weird things over there."
East! Precious clues!
Why help him?
The old man didn't know it himself, so he just helped without any reason.
never mind……
The child asked again: "Why am I here? What is grandma's purpose?"
The old man struggled to say: "Children...have never experienced aging, so they are special..."
"It's not very smart now...it's still growing..."
Wang Hao felt that he had heard a big secret, and his pupils shrank slightly.
"The well in the north of the village... you can steal its power... just a little bit..."
"I can't tell you too much, Guawazi...otherwise, you will die."
When the old man said this, his body kept twitching, as if he was on his deathbed: "...go to the east...go to the place where the sun rises...it might be a little better."
"Maybe you can succeed...but it still won't let you go..."
"Mother...mother!"
Wang Hao wanted to ask something else, but found that the old man's breath became increasingly depressed. By the end, he began to speak incoherently, foaming at the mouth and started calling "Mother" and "Mother".
An unknown person lived for an unknown period of time, and it was unknown whether it was a human being or a weird thing. He was calling out to his mother who had been dead for hundreds of years. This scene seemed extremely real but heart-wrenching.
No matter how bad a person is, he will always call him mother when he is dying.
The most conscious time in a person's life is only when he is breastfeeding, and then when he is dying. During this long period of time, he has been fascinated by the outside world. On the surface, he seems to understand, but in fact he has been confused.
I don't know what I want.
Wang Hao lowered his head, sighed slightly, looked at the letter left by the black guard Li Xianfeng, and then looked at the old man.
"Last question, how do I regain my sanity?"
The old man's pupils dilated and he muttered: "... That grass, plus blood!"
After saying this, his body had lost its soul.
After the neighbor's old man died, the growth rate of blood ginseng was obviously faster than one level. In just a few minutes, all the blood in the body was drained and he was turned into a mummy.
A person's entire blood essence can make the ginseng grow to a length of 10 centimeters, as thick as a thumb, and it is estimated that it may weigh less than half a catty.
This ginseng is not offensive and is equivalent to a plant-type wonder.
If it spreads, it will definitely cause waves of bloodshed in the world.
"A treasure that can make people live longer, a treasure that can make people immortal..."
"Don't say so much, I don't like this."
Wang Hao originally wanted to say some sexy words to relieve his psychological pressure, but now, he doesn't know what to say.
The topic of birth, old age, illness and death is too serious and should not be joked about.
Finally, he sighed and entered the neighbor's room again, and conducted a careful search. He found an ancient compass. This thing was as exquisite as a compass, and he didn't know where it came from.
There are two circles on the plate. The inner circle reads "Zi Chou Yin Mao Chen Si Wu Wei Shen You Xu Hai" and the outer circle reads "A B Bing Ding Wu Ji Geng Xin Ren Gui". The pointer is pointing in the direction of noon.
"The heavenly stems and earthly branches..."
As long as you know that "noon" is the direction of south, all other directions can be calculated.
In the kitchen, I found a bag of withered and yellow plants that looked like foxtail grass. I couldn't tell what the bag of plants was.
There is no sense of smell in the game, and there is no way to know whether it is edible.
"Is it a plant that increases the sanity level? Plus blood? Give it a try. Anyway, there is still blood from a Biaozi."
As for the other items, they were all tattered daily utensils. The old man next door was really too poor to be poor.
"Going to the east..."
After pondering for a while, he decided to believe his neighbor's words and hiding at home waiting for his grandma to return was not his style.
At worst, we'll start the fourth cycle again.
Then go to the east!
So, on the fifth and sixth days, I called my silly brother, and the two of them spent time in constant preparation...
First, he worked hard to release the blood of "Biaozi".
Sure enough, these green grass-like plants began to grow wildly after encountering the blood of life. In just a while, they formed strange wheat-like plants with very large grains like corn kernels.
"Brother, is this what we eat?" Even the stupid brother was shocked. The tortillas he usually eats are actually this kind of plant that can suck blood!
"I don't know either. It's better not to eat randomly unless you have to."
Wang Hao was also a little shocked. He carefully collected the corn kernels.
I don’t know if it has any effect, but I think it’s good to keep it anyway.
Then he peeled off the skin and made two very simple cloaks.
After putting on this cloak, he looked majestic, like a little leopard.
I also don’t know whether Biaozi’s meat is edible; but its skin should have a certain degree of supernatural power...
As for the neighbor's old man's blood, it had been drained by blood ginseng. Adhering to humanitarianism, Wang Hao and his brother dug a hole and buried this guy. No matter how evil he had done in life, death is
The most fair thing is that when you die, you have nothing.
"I'm really crazy. I bury people in the game...forget it, I'm still a named enemy."
We also used the firewood here to grill more than 30 kilograms of Biaozi meat.
Anyway, you only need to press a button and wait for a while to complete, so it doesn’t take much effort.
After completing this series of preparations, it was already the afternoon of the sixth day and I carefully reviewed all the props on hand.
"Biaozi meat, a skinny cloak, a mysterious compass, a plant that can restore sanity, clues about the missing children, clues about the black guards, a small mirror, a sharp kitchen knife, a blood ginseng, some water, and two immortals
Beans, that’s pretty much it.”
The package weighed more than 20 kilograms in total, almost reaching the upper limit that a ten-year-old child could bear.
But the silly brother's skinny physique is actually quite strong, and he also carries more than 20 kilograms of luggage on his back.
As he was about to leave this home, Silly Brother was afraid, but also had a sixth sense of relief.
"I won't bring the paper man with me. It might be my grandma's eyeliner. It would be harmful to wear it."
Wang Hao couldn't help but laugh at himself: "Hey, look how considerate I am, the game is almost over and I'm still thinking about these funeral arrangements..."
Maybe it's because the sense of immersion is too deep.
On the morning of the seventh day, Wang Hao had no corn tortillas in his hand.
My younger brother still has one in his hand, so there is no need to fight for it.
Lao Wang ate a fairy bean when his sanity was low!
Fairy beans also have the function of corn tortillas, and the effect is even better. Just one small one can make the character enter the [satisfied] state.
【You are so full and feel more satisfied than ever before!】
The characters in the game are very satisfied, and Wang Hao is also very satisfied. Bringing an extra fairy bean is a bit of a waste, but it's nothing. It brings a happy ending to the story.
The third reincarnation brought him a sense of accomplishment that was simply unimaginable!
In a desperate situation, can you not feel excited and satisfied when you suddenly find a way out?
"It's time to set off! Brother, let's go! Let's walk a little longer while it's early."
"okay!"
Then I looked back at the "home" that brought me such thrills, the "home" I stayed in for less than seven days (3 reincarnations and 21 days).
It was as if I had personally experienced this absurd life, and my heart was filled with countless emotions.
He turned his head and took a second look at it.
This period of time has been so difficult.
However, the world view of this white mist world only reveals the tip of the iceberg!
More mysteries are hidden in the deep villages. I don’t know when the mysteries will be truly solved.
"Hehe" he smiled twice and looked at his pale hands. They had no muscles and were not very powerful, but they were not shaking like before.
The heartbeat is gentle and the breathing is rhythmic.
He turned his head again and smiled at his silly brother: "Let's go, don't you ask why this time? We are not coming back, and we are not going to see grandma."
"Well!" The silly brother picked up his backpack and shouted happily, "Let's go! Let's go!"
Wang Hao led the way, and his younger brother followed behind.
In the high san value state, the white fog becomes lighter and the visual field is very good.
The path is still the same path,
The moss is still the same moss,
Pick up your backpack,
take steps,
Toward the east.
At the end of mountains and sea,
striding like a star,
Never look back for a moment.
The occasional breeze brought the two of them talking quietly.
"Brother, will we die?"
"No, no, as long as I'm here, you can't die."
"How the hell did we get here?"
"I don't know, as long as I can escape."
"Who is grandma again?"
"I don't know any more."
"Will you always take me with you?"
"Of course, I'm very strong...haha." Lao Wang boasted.
The scene gradually dimmed, which was a sign that the game deadline was about to be reached.
Before ending the game, the two found a small, deserted house to rest.
The remaining fairy beans could not be taken out. Wang Hao said to his younger brother who was already a little nervous: "Don't worry. The world is big, the scenery is beautiful, there are many opportunities, life is short, and now it is just a short setback.
That’s all. Let’s do this, I’ll give you a small gift.”
"If you survive, join the Black Guards. With this experience, you shouldn't be too good at it."
The silly brother in the game took a magic bean in a daze.
A touch of emerald green seems to contain unimaginable vitality.
He liked this gift so much that he unconsciously grinned and said "Hmm" vigorously.
The scene seemed to freeze at this moment, the seventh day ended.
A line of information popped up on the screen: [Congratulations, the main mission has been completed: Survive for seven days.]
[Mission completion: 220%]
(Five-star difficulty, "Xanadu" script, pass the level!)
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(PS: Two in one!)
(This long article is finally over, and I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. It adds up to about 50,000 to 60,000 words, and I feel that I have performed well!)
(Actually, this copy is not too long. God knows how tired I am from writing it...because this copy has to connect the previous clues. This is my first time trying this type of writing.)
(The book will definitely not collapse, because there is no fighting at all, the protagonist does not practice, and will never practice in the future!)
(Playing games is just playing games for fun, not to become stronger!)