Simulating immortals: I can solidify talent

Chapter 8 Simulate a sentence, practice it to scare people to death!

Virtue View, God Statue Lobby.

"Finally remembered."

After recording all the important information of the previous simulation at the fastest speed, Lin Chen couldn't help stretching.

"Next, it's time for the actual operation..."

Lin Chen stood up, a little timid, and couldn't help cheering up in his heart: "Compared to simulation, the risk factor of actual operation is obviously greater, but simulation is just simulation, and at most it can only bring me talent."

"But the practice is different, it can really bring me all kinds of good things!"

"hiss!"

Thinking of the Hun Tianzhu that can connect heaven and earth, Lin Chen took a deep breath.

Immediately, he boldly walked out of the view of virtue.

At this time, the autumn tiger is raging, and the mountains and plains are still full of vigor.

But looking at all this, Lin Chen's mood is not too good.

"Master, you often say that people must live up to their spirits when they are alive, and they must die when they die. How come you can't do it at all after you come to yourself?"

While walking towards the old temple master's cemetery, he couldn't help feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

A good person.

If you die, you will die, and what the hell is going to happen when you are about to become evil all of a sudden?

"Master, I'm sorry."

After collecting enough firewood to burn three or four people, Lin Chen stood in front of the grave, sighed slightly, and thrust the shovel into the ground forcefully.

Perhaps due to years of exercise.

While Lin Chen was digging, he didn't feel too tired.

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With the excavation, a coffin gradually appeared in Lin Chen's vision.

It was a coffin made of ordinary wood. After half a year of soil erosion, it is now in dilapidated condition.

Through the gap outside, even the corpse inside could be seen.

Very poor.

Bang!
However, at this moment, Lin Chen didn't care about the coffin at all. The moment he saw the coffin, he lifted the lid of the coffin.

The moment the coffin lid was opened, that very familiar figure of Lin Chen appeared in his field of vision.

In the coffin, the old Guanzhu in tattered clothes closed his eyes tightly, looking very old.

Compared with the time of burial, nothing has changed the most, but the hand of the old temple master.

Those are a pair of terrifying hands with ferocious nails, which are frightening enough to look at.

"Gollum!"

Looking at this scene, Lin Chen couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

He was a little scared.

After all, even in his past and present lives combined, he had never encountered such a corpse.

No.

I may have seen it in a film and television drama in my previous life.

But that's fake.

There is still a huge difference in having direct contact with oneself.

"Master, don't move around!"

However, even though there was already fear in his heart, Lin Chen still didn't dare to waste time.

After silently saying sorry again in his heart, he lifted the corpse up with both hands.

"Good weight!"

Lin Chen struggled to move the old temple master's body out. He was very surprised that the old temple master had become heavier, and he sighed silently in his heart.

Immediately, not daring to delay any longer, he hastily threw it to an area where he could still take care of it.

After that, Lin Chen suddenly looked into the coffin.

"Sure enough, the Huntian Pearl is here."

Lin Chen took a deep breath as he looked at the Hun Tianzhu, which seemed to be embedded in the bottom of the coffin, emitting a faint green glow.

Then, after looking at the Huntian Pearl for a while, he gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand.

The feel of the surface of the Yuntian Pearl is not good...

Click!

Just as he was feeling so emotional, the skin he touched split open.

What followed was an extremely strong suction force.

At this moment, Lin Chen only felt that his soul was about to be sucked in.

In just a moment, he lost the power to control his body.

After an unknown amount of time, the suction gradually stopped.

At the same time, Lin Chen lay on the ground with no strength at all, panting heavily.

He is tired and wants to sleep.

But he dared not go to sleep anyway.

After all, if he fell asleep like this, it is very likely that he would have to be skinned by the old temple master when he opened his eyes again.

Thinking of the tragic end of being killed by Xie Chong, Lin Chen resisted the drowsiness with his extremely tenacious will.

"Move, move!"

After an unknown period of time, just when he felt that his fingers could move, he suddenly discovered in horror that the hands he had been staring at all this time moved very abruptly.

But at this moment, he still has no power.

"Am I going to die like this?"

Lin Chen began to regret it.

For the first time, he felt that he was indeed taking a risk this time, if he had chosen to escape.

At least, there will be no such great psychological pressure.

Not to mention seeing the old Guanzhu's hand that suddenly started to move.

But at this moment, Lin Chen knew that even if he regretted it, it was already too late.

It's already here, so what else?
Thinking of this, he could only slow down his breathing, and at the same time stare more intently at that extremely familiar and kind figure.

"Damn it, it's moving again!"

After a while, the restless old temple master moved again.

Lin Chen couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

Just when he thought that he was about to die, the old temple master became quiet again.

"?"

A question mark slowly appeared on Lin Chen's head.

What, are you kidding him?
But he wasn't a child in the first place, so he didn't need to be teased like this...

At the same time, Lin Chen, whose fear gradually deepened, couldn't help thinking of a little story from the past in his mind.

It was a bedtime story his mother told him in a previous life.

It is said that after death, some people will indeed turn into evil spirits.

However, as long as the relatives are around and say some comforting words, he will peacefully close his eyes.

Thinking of this frightening little bedtime story, Lin Chen couldn't care less about how hard his mother worked to play mahjong.

He immediately made out the things in the story: "As long as you, Master, can be quiet, I will burn it for you every year from now on..."

"It's moving again!"

However, before he could finish speaking, the old monk's leg moved again, as if it had a cramp.

"This is not the same as in the simulation..."

Lin Chen sighed bitterly in his heart.

At the same time, his already weak body seemed to be even weaker after being stimulated by this repeated turning.

"Finally, I can move..."

After going back and forth several times like this.

I don't know how many times I experienced stimulation, how many times my heart beat violently.

Lin Chen gradually began to feel conscious.

But he didn't dare to move.

As we all know, when a person gradually recovers from exhaustion, he must never move forcibly.

If you force it to move, you will be wasting your newborn energy.

And that also means that he will fall into a state of exhaustion again after exhausting a little of his strength.

It is precisely because of this that many people will raise them after they are sick.

That is to cultivate strength, strength and vitality.

Lin Chen, who had gone to the construction site to exercise, understood this truth quite well, so even if he regained control of his hands and feet, he still didn't dare to stand up.

(End of this chapter)