During dinner, Wang Jin was always absent-minded. Wang Yuan called him twice before he responded.
"Ah? What's wrong?"
"Are you okay? Why do you look so worried?"
Wang Yuan could see that something was not right with his brother, as if he had something on his mind.
"It's nothing...just a little uncomfortable."
Wang Jin calmed down and said casually.
He was still thinking about what happened during the day.
"The principal actually called someone from the military department to send me to prison..."
He felt a little panicked, wondering what the principal had done.
I was just a weak seventeen-year-old high school student who was afraid of school violence. After being bullied, he finally had to stand up and injure a few school bullies.
It won't be such a big deal that even the military headquarters will come forward, right?
"No, no, I have to hide at home for a few days..."
Wang Jin planned to take leave and hide at home for a few days on the pretext of being sick.
Over the past two hundred years, under the severe situation of the invasion of alien beasts, the laws of Daxia have also been revised. In order to concentrate more power against the alien beasts and avoid internal strife, private fights are strictly prohibited within Daxia, and those who rely on force to commit evil are strictly prohibited.
Man, the punishment is extremely severe.
If you have strength, you can use it on the battlefield and against strange beasts.
But if you rely on your own strength to bully your fellow tribesmen.
The Daxia Military Department adopted a zero-tolerance attitude towards this.
It was precisely because of this that even though Wang Jin was forced to fight back, he still injured several people.
Now that even the military headquarters had come forward, he felt a little unsure. He didn't know whether the person from the military headquarters came with good intentions or malicious intentions.
Wang Jin just made up a reason casually, but his parents took it seriously after hearing it.
Dad stopped his chopsticks and said, "Do you feel uncomfortable? Is it serious? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"It's okay, I'll just rest at home for a few days."
"If you feel that you have a physical problem, don't resist. The college entrance examination is about to take place. If your performance in the college entrance examination is affected by physical problems, it will be a lifelong matter."
My mother worriedly asked, "Is everything really okay? Do you need me to buy you some medicine?"
"Mom, it's really okay, just don't worry."
Wang Jin smiled and said, "I'll just rest at home for two days and it'll be fine. Don't worry."
late at night.
call!
call!
In the dim bedroom, there was air flow invisible to the naked eye moving in the air.
The subtle sound of wind shuttled through the bedroom.
Wang Jin sat cross-legged on the bed, and as his chest rose and fell, the wind blew, as if small arrows shot out of his nose with his every breath, and flew in the bedroom.
With each breath, Wang Jin's body seemed to be gradually getting hotter. The air lines in his body followed his breathing, like a spiritual snake, traveling rapidly through his body, and soon circulated in his body.
Then continue walking through.
The faint moonlight spilled in from the window and fell on the side of Wang Jin's face, which made Wang Jin feel like he was out of this world.
His temperament seemed to be undergoing some very small but perceptible changes.
Just like a piece of jade fished out of the mud, it is gradually being washed away from all dirt, revealing its gleaming jade body.
His breathing gradually calmed down, Wang Jin slowly opened his eyes, and the room became calm again.
"This Mingguang Mind Questioning Technique is so mysterious. It points directly to the self and sees through the origin...how come you don't feel anything at all when you practice it?"
He muttered to himself in confusion.
Over the past few days, Wang Jin discovered one thing in common after exploring their memories of the zombies with a sense of energy that he had killed in his dreams.
That is, they all seemed to come from an organization called "Mingguang Temple" during their lifetime.
As members of this organization, they all practice this miraculous method called "Mingguang Mind Questioning Technique".
This seems to be the source of the so-called aura in their bodies.
However, just now Wang Jin practiced for a while according to the method of Mingguang Mind Questioning.
But I didn't notice much change in the feeling of Qi in my body.
"Perhaps I am too eager for quick success... After all, I only practiced for a moment. How could the effects be visible so quickly..."
Wang Jin thought so.
These members of Mingguang Hall seem to have a common mission.
However, these members of the Mingguang Palace turned into zombies after death, and their memories were too incomplete.
Wang Jin still hasn't figured out what kind of world that dream world is, and what kind of organization this Mingguang Palace is.
What exactly is their mission?
"The energy in my body is moving, and my body seems to be changing..."
I don't know if it was an illusion, but when the air line in his body was surging, Wang Jin felt that all the muscles in his body seemed to be trembling slightly, and all the cells in his body seemed to be jubilant, as if the barren land was being nourished.
Same.
This is not the effect of the 'Mingguang Xinxin Technique', but the strange effect that naturally occurs between the surging Qi lines in the body.
"Could it be that...this mysterious Qi feeling can also nourish the body?"
Recalling that under the influence of this mysterious energy, my combat power soared, even exceeding the standard of energy and blood.
Wang Jin guessed this.
Perhaps, as the Qi in his body gradually grows stronger, and nourished by this Qi, his Qi and blood value will rise again.
I glanced at the time and saw that the hour hand of the bedside alarm clock was slowly pointing to twelve o'clock.
"It's time to enter the dream space and explore again..."
After tidying up, Wang Jin lay on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.
After having the dream space, Wang Jin finally felt how nourishing the life of those geniuses was.
Before the dream space appeared, Wang Jin would exercise until late at night every day. While others were sleeping, he was still exercising, but his vitality and blood levels were still far behind others.
But now, with the dream space, even if Wang Jin no longer works so hard, as long as he sleeps, his blood value will still increase rapidly.
I can make progress even while sleeping, what are you comparing me to?
In the past, he tried his best to squeeze out sleep time to exercise hard, but achieved nothing.
Now, even if he sleeps open every day, his vitality and blood levels can increase by leaps and bounds.
Comparing the two, Wang Jin felt relieved and at the same time realized for the first time that this world that had entered the martial arts era was so cruel.
Without enough talent, even if you put in a thousand times of effort, you will only be able to outshine everyone.
The level of cruelty is even greater than in the previous life.
…
In the dream space.
The gray fog is heavy and the silence is as dead as ever.
Boom!
A dull sound of blows came from a certain direction in the gray fog. In the gray fog, in a certain direction, a slender figure emerged.
Wang Jin was holding a zombie that had lost the ability to move. Its black and rotten neck had been violently twisted and it was motionless.
Wow.
The zombie suddenly disintegrated into black sand in Wang Jin's hand, and slipped from Wang Jin's hand. A familiar black thread ran into Wang Jin's body, and immediately, broken memories flashed in front of Wang Jin's eyes like a fleeting sight.
Wang Jin slowly closed his eyes, carefully absorbing the memories of this zombie's life. After a moment, he opened his eyes again.
"Mingguang Hall...Mingguang Hall again."
This is another zombie with a sense of energy in life. Like the previous zombies with a sense of energy, it also belongs to the organization called "Mingguang Temple".
Wang Jin originally thought that the wasteland-like area he was in in the gray mist was the location of the organization called Mingguang Palace. That's why there were so many zombies from Mingguang Palace.
However, from the memory of the zombie just now, Wang Jin learned that this was not the case.
The memory of this zombie was much more complete than that of the previous zombies, and Wang Jin was able to sort out a lot of information from it.
"Qianyang Sect...Duan Tianhe..."
There is no surprise at all. In the memory of this zombie, he seems to be carrying some kind of mission to appear in this area.
Regarding this kind of mission, Wang Jin still couldn't find out clearly, but only got a few keywords from it.
Qianyang Sect, Duan Tianhe.
"Thousand Yang Sect... I have only seen this kind of name in fairy novels in my previous life... Isn't this gray mist world a fairy world?"
Wang Jin was suspicious.
Combined with the mysterious "Qi Sense", the very simple but strange move "Yihuan Shou" that can enchant people's minds, and the so-called "Mingguang Mind Questioning Technique" that can directly point to the source, the more Wang Jin thought about it, the more he thought about it.
Think it's possible.
Duan Tianhe seems to be a very important figure within Qianyang Sect. The mission of these zombies during their lifetime seems to be to find this person named Duan Tianhe.
In addition, in this zombie's memory, there is a sentence that is like a brand, deeply ingrained in it.
This is not the first time Wang Jin has heard this sentence.
"This world is already terminally ill."
In the past few days, Wang Jin could hear these words in the memory of almost every zombie that belonged to the Mingguang Palace.
"Terminally ill...what does that mean?"
Wang Jin was a little puzzled. He had only heard of people being terminally ill, but this was the first time he heard someone use this word to describe a world.
Is this gray foggy world sick?
Is it because of illness that the world has become like this, covered in gray fog, blocking out the sun, and without any life?
Will people who originally lived in this world become such zombies?
"Perhaps I can only find all the answers when I go to Qianyang Sect."
Wang Jin stepped into the gray mist again: "Find Qianyang Sect, find the man named Duan Tianhe, maybe I will have answers to these doubts of mine."
Gray fog covered the sky and the sun. In this gray fog that filled the sky and the earth, he could not tell the direction, let alone know where the Thousand Yang Sect was.
Among the broken memories of those zombies, there was only a fragment of the Thousand Sun Sect, and it was impossible to piece together a complete route to the Thousand Sun Sect.
"If I absorb more memories of zombies, I can find the route to Qianyang Sect..."