She struggled to sit up, her black hair was draped, her whole body was wet and cold, she was breathing heavily, her head was also a little dizzy and there was lingering fear.
It took her a few minutes to calm down before she saw Cheng Jinyang coming to the bedside and handing her a glass of hot milk.
Xing Yunzhi drank the hot milk in one gulp, feeling that her still spasming heart seemed to feel better.
"How...how have you persisted? After all these years." She held the cup with both hands, slowly feeling the heat on it.
"This is your first time to experience a full-length nightmare, so you're not used to it." Cheng Jinyang said lightly.
"Are you used to it?" Xing Yunzhi murmured.
At the beginning of the nightmare, the two of them were still running around energetically, trying to use various means to slay the monster.
After more than 4 hours, this endless running became torture and suffering. After all, nightmare is not a game. You can't press Esc to pause when you are tired, and there is no time to rest.
The longer the time, the greater the pressure, the easier it is to make mistakes, and if you make mistakes, you will die easily. There is great terror between life and death, and the survival instinct from the heart will squeeze out every potential in the human body.
Xing Yunzhi felt like she was about to turn into ashes, and then... I don't know how long it took, but she finally woke up.
"How do you feel?" Cheng Jinyang asked.
"It feels... terrible." Xing Yunzhi sighed, "I'm starting to doubt whether I should continue to live here."
"You said at the beginning that you would sleep in every day." Cheng Jinyang showed a half-smiling expression.
"Absolutely impossible. I take back those words." Xing Yunzhi got up from the bed and shook her head. "I feel like once a day is too much."
"If it weren't for the effect of increasing blood concentration, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to support it for that long. You..." She looked at Cheng Jinyang with complicated eyes, "You can actually get used to it..."
"I have no choice." Cheng Jinyang replied.
Xing Yunzhi picked up the bloodline detector and measured herself: 167 horses, an increase of 2 horses.
I measured Cheng Jinyang again: 118 horses, which was also an improvement of 2 horses.
Xing Yunzhi clearly remembered the number of demons he killed, about forty.
In other words, killing a demon can give you almost a 0.05 horse bloodline purity bonus, if the instrument detection error is ignored.
"It's not bad to think about it this way." Xing Yunzhi said thoughtfully, "At least there will be a bonus of 2 horses every night."
"Yes, but monsters are not that easy to kill." Cheng Jinyang reminded her not to be blindly optimistic, "Don't forget, so far we have mostly relied on terrain-dependent ambush to kill monsters."
"To put it bluntly, we don't have the strength to deal with monsters head-on. In the past, when I didn't master supernatural powers, I relied purely on swordsmanship and fighting. I could kill up to 4 monsters every night. If I can't find a suitable starting point,
, weapons and environment, you may die nearly a hundred times throughout the night without ever getting a chance, how can you accept this?"
"Of course." Xing Yunzhi said casually, "Even if you die a dozen times, it will still be a death in a nightmare, not a real death, right?"
"Your mentality is very dangerous, Ah Zhi!" Cheng Jinyang's expression suddenly changed and he said sternly, "If you don't take the death in the nightmare seriously, be careful of it spreading to the real world!"
"You mean..." Xing Yunzhi was certainly not an idiot, and she roughly guessed what he meant immediately.
"Nightmares are very realistic." Cheng Jinyang said seriously, "Even in virtual online games, the simulated pain can only be adjusted to 50% at most. This is to prevent you from getting used to pain and death in the virtual world and returning with this mentality.
In reality, he was too late to react when he encountered danger and died."
"If you are used to dying in nightmares, can you guarantee that you will not still have this mentality when you return to reality? The survival instinct is not just a burden, Ah Zhi. It is also indispensable for us to survive.
of help.”
"Sorry, I understand." Xing Yuanzhi whispered, "Also, even if you point out my mistakes, you can't call me Azhi."
She got up weakly and stumbled into the bathroom, intending to wash her sweaty body.
"I'm going to see a doctor outside." Cheng Jinyang's voice sounded outside.
"Okay." Xing Yunzhi responded in the bathroom.
Take off your clothes, turn on the faucet, and face the cold water spraying from the shower, and it seems that the whole world has become cleaner.
Xing Yunzhi breathed a long sigh of relief, and then became a little distracted.
The increase in blood concentration is an irresistible temptation for her; however, the bloody battle in the nightmare - whether it is the death of herself and Cheng Jinyang, or the death of the demon, is all accompanied by splashing flesh and blood - light
Just imagining them getting on her body made her feel sick.
Cheng Jinyang...how have you endured it for so many years?
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Wu Quemei's clinic is located in the town center about 2 kilometers northwest of Cheng Jinyang's home.
Although her bloodline is "sensory manipulation", the clinic's main business is not mental illness, but general general consultation - in this suburban satellite town, most of the patients who come to the door are suffering from headaches and fever.
A common cold or a truly mentally ill person would not come to her.
Usually they are sent to Qinglong Mountain and locked up.
When Cheng Jinyang walked into the clinic, he saw Wu Quemei writing a prescription and asking the patient to take it to the door to find a nurse to prescribe the medicine. Then he took out a can of beer from under the table and drank it.
"Sister Wu, do you still drink at work?" Cheng Jinyang greeted her with a smile, "Aren't you afraid that the patient will smell the alcohol on your body?"
"What do you know? Alcohol is used for disinfection." Wu Quemei said nonchalantly, "Isn't it normal to smell a little alcoholic in the hospital? Come, let Sister Wu see how you are developing."
"I'm here to see you." Cheng Jinyang pointed to his temple.
"Yes, what else?" Wu Quemei asked in confusion.
Cheng Jinyang:…………
Sometimes I don’t know if she is teasing me intentionally or if I have misunderstood.
So he sat down on the chair and stretched his head over. Wu Quemei put two fingers on his temples and began to control his perception.
"Well, I'm recovering well." After the treatment, Wu Quemei retracted her fingers and nodded.
"Thank you, Sister Wu." Cheng Jinyang nodded and said. A lot of stress accumulated due to frequent deaths in nightmares disappeared with the end of the treatment.
That's right. In fact, I lied to Ah Zhi. It's not a question of whether I'm used to it or not, but because I come here every day to relieve stress.
Cheng Jinyang was thinking this way when he suddenly saw a person coming out of the clinic's inner room.
Sister Zhou?
Ah, no, it's not Dr. Zhou Xingzhi, but a beautiful older sister I've never seen before.
The wavy curly hair is dyed light brown and draped neatly on the shoulders. The facial features are full and charming, and the measurements are extremely close to the golden ratio. Just looking at the silhouette can make people exclaim "I'm fine."
The super perfect body curve.
She wore a high-necked pink knitted sweater on her upper body, but nothing on her lower body...well, she wore a short white pleated skirt, which was only covered by the hem of the sweater, and long over-the-knee boots restrained her calves.
The tight curves, the beautiful thighs exposed between the skirt sole and the boots, the thickness is just right, plump without fat, slender without losing voluptuousness, great, great.
The sky is full of spirits and the earth is full of spirits, take back your eyes! Take it back!
After thinking about it several times in his mind, Cheng Jinyang quickly looked away and said to Wu Quemei as if nothing had happened:
"Okay, I'll come back tomorrow..."
"Wait a minute." Wu Quemei stopped him, then turned around and waved to the beautiful elder sister, "Xinnan, come here, Jinyang is here."
"Ah, you are Cheng Jinyang, right?" The beautiful elder sister's eyes lit up and she immediately came over with a smile, "Do you still remember me? I am your sister Xinnan! Cheng Xinnan! I went to your house when you were a child!"
"It's Sister Xinnan, haha." Cheng Jinyang said that he had no impression of it at all in his memory. It obviously happened before the death of the original owner's father.
However, he soon suddenly realized that the name of the person transferring the living relief funds that the Cheng family transferred to his account every month was "Xinnan". Although he didn't know how to pronounce this word, and he didn't check it,
Now I suddenly reacted.
Xin, sounds the same as "heart". The person who transfers money to me every month is this beautiful big sister.