I don't know how much distance has been covered in one step.
But looking at the familiar muddy road in Lost Town in front of him, Yi Qiu knew that he was safe.
Not only because he directly teleported so much distance that he flew and walked, but also because there is an inner shelter in the lost town.
Since he can be blacklisted by evil spirits, he can have a good rest there.
He is ready to leave the spirit world. He has gained enough things here and has also provoked a legendary ghost. Leaving early is a more rational choice.
Compared with the material world, the spiritual world is indeed more dangerous and treacherous.
Judging from its super-large size, the Mysterious Town is not that big. Standing on a building, he can almost have a full view of the entire Mysterious Town environment.
However, now that it is in its normal state, it appears to be relatively spacious.
Yi Qiu is not sure whether the freedom of size will have an impact on the ultra-long-distance teleportation effect of Psychic Tattoo: Centipede. After all, the impact of body size on teleportation is objective.
Some portals have very strict restrictions on the size of creatures.
However, there is no specific explanation for the teleportation effect of Psychic Tattoo: Centipede, but Yi Qiu feels that it is safer to switch to the normal state.
Slowly stepping into the maze, it was probably because of the fierce battle just now, and the excitement has not yet cooled down. Yi Qiu could feel some subtle emotions fluctuating invisibly.
It seems to be disgust, fear, and some disgust...
All in all, it's not that it's full of good intentions.
Obviously, this is the evil spirit of the Lost Town.
Because of the special nature of the maze, they are permanently hidden from prying eyes.
However, they are therefore unable to directly interfere with living creatures, but instead satisfy their evil nature through forms similar to evil spirit rituals and will interference.
Yi Qiu ignored them. He had killed enough evil spirits during this period, and he had no interest in paying attention to the twisted products under these special rules.
At this time, some players in the lost town were fighting in full swing. They were engaging in the most direct and cruel fight in dark corners and small dark rooms.
The whole town is filled with the smell of blood. Although the body of a player on the Internet will disappear quickly after death, the blood that has been flowing on the ground or splashing in the air will not disappear with it.
On the contrary, some evil spellcasters once tried to sell the remaining blood of players so that their enemies could cast evil spells by buying their blood.
Unfortunately, this genius idea did not succeed. They regretfully discovered that after the death of online players, their blood remaining in the battle scene also lost its unique vitality.
In other words, although it still shows the form that human blood should have, it is just a pool of dead things with a similar color and structure.
However, this does not affect its stimulating effect in the battlefield: the strong smell of blood can not only frighten the coward, but also stimulate the bloody bestiality in people's hearts to a certain extent.
Yi Qiu walked through a dark alley. The special sense of blind fighting allowed him to detect the presence of invisible units nearby, and the clear disaster also lazily conveyed a faint warning.
But soon, Yi Qiu sensed that the invisible unit quickly evacuated.
Yi Qiu glanced at the dark corner of the alley, and then continued walking towards the central square of the town.
"Huh... I almost didn't recognize him when he got smaller. Isn't that the six-armed pervert?"
The Shadow Walker, who found a relatively safe corner and squatted down, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then thought with some panic.
If some creatures have very conspicuous external characteristics in a certain state, it is very common for them not to be recognized for a while after changing to another form.
But for the shadow walkers, it is almost the difference between life and death...
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Walking in the desolate wilderness, apart from the wild animals you occasionally see, you can hear the roar of the wind blowing across the lonely land.
Because it has entered the rainy season, the continuous rain has filled the wasteland with muddy swamps.
Yin Zhong held a hiking stick and walked hard on the wilderness.
The sting in his head was like an invisible compass. When he deviated from the right direction, it would warn him with a sharp enough sting.
As time went by, Yin Zhong had a rough understanding of the source of the pain in his mind.
He knew that this might be some unknown existence trying to find a person, a bald man, through him.
Although he had never seen this bald head, the images that kept popping up in his mind gave him a clear enough understanding of it.
Except for the indifferent and unsatisfactory look in his eyes, this bald man's appearance is no different from that of a human being.
This made Yin Zhong have some associations. He was originally a fan of these unknown existences, but he was bent down by life in the end.
After all, if a person wants to have a hot and delicious meal or a warm and comfortable bed, he needs to fight for it himself.
There are people who live on top of the clouds, but unfortunately Yin Zhong is one of all living beings digging in the dirt.
Yin Zhong didn't know why the unknown existence in his mind was filled with such fanatical and persistent thoughts about that bald head.
But as the pain intensified day by day, he knew that if he didn't find this bald head, he would probably die soon...
Yin Zhong is not a smart man, but he values his life enough.
So, he chose to compromise.
So, he came to this barren land that the world has forgotten from time to time, and is occasionally known by explorers' happy or sad news.
Yin Zhong didn't know how he got here. He had faced heavy rains and the intense discomfort of the plateau environment.
Occasionally, there will be harassment from wild animals.
But what is even more unbearable is the loneliness of being far away from modern civilization.
Without QQ or WeChat, station B has become a text page that cannot connect to the server.
Yin Zhong pursed his cracked lips. Now, his face was covered with traces of dust.
It is really difficult to keep clean clothes while walking in this wilderness.
Especially for a person walking alone, being able to barely maintain the current form is the best result that he has worked hard for.
After all, the being in his mind will only deal with issues related to encounters that threaten his life and whether he is walking on the right path. As for trivial matters such as the quality of life, naturally he will not enter his scope of consideration.
Just after Yin Zhong slowly and arduously climbed a hill in the wilderness, he seemed to have entered a special area, and a fear originating from his heart made him stop.
His pupils kept shrinking, and he had a strong intuition that if he went any further, he would encounter the thing he feared the most in his heart - that is, his former class teacher!