I said I'd go back in time

Chapter 11 The fellow meets fellow
Looking at the backing nurse, Lin Xing shook his head helplessly.

He continued to look at the thin man, and said the speech that Wei Zhi had prepared for him yesterday: "My fellow, we are actually from the same place, but I came a step earlier than you, and I am already familiar with this place."

The thin man gave Lin Xing a look of disdain, and said four words lightly: "Trash, you don't deserve it."

Obviously, although Lin Xing shattered his knee, in the eyes of the skinny man, it was only because the opponent had sneaked up first, had an ambush earlier, and was holding a magic weapon.

As for the strength that Lin Xing showed at that time, in his eyes, he was no different from other indigenous peoples in the secret realm. They were all trash without skills, so how could they come from the same place as him.

Hearing the thin man's answer, Lin Xing said: "Don't believe me, we are really fellow villagers, you see I can also be skilled."

While speaking, Lin Xing turned his palm into a knife and slashed forward one by one, beginning to show the first level of the sickle technique he learned two days ago.

Because he didn't know how the people in the mirror world distinguished skills, and was worried that the other party would not be able to see the skills he had mastered, so Lin Xing used his full strength as soon as he came up.

I saw his whole body's muscles and bones screaming, and he slashed the air with a knife with his bare hands, making a crackling sound.

As he demonstrated the first level of the sickle technique with all his strength, the emotions in his heart also surged, as if he had returned to the scene of fighting with the old man again.

His sudden violent action frightened the two nurses on the side.

"Lin Xing, don't get excited! Don't hurt other patients."

"Hurry up and call someone!"

Lin Xing stopped quickly and waved his hands at the two nurses: "I'm fine, isn't it time for activities? I just do some exercises, exercise my muscles, and hone my skills."

The nurse said, "Are you all right?"

Lin Xing smiled: "I'm really fine, I'm not sick at all, and I'll be out soon."

The nurse smiled politely, and immediately called the security guard to stand by.

Lin Xing slightly suppressed the killing intent and emotions surging in his heart, looked at the thin man beside him, and asked, "How?"

Feeling the killing intent emanating from Lin Xing, the eyes of the thin man finally changed slightly.

Ordinary boxing and saber techniques may be fake, but the killing intent emerging from the opponent is extremely familiar to the thin man.

"The strong emotions of murderous intent, anger, and hatred are gradually revealed as the skills are displayed and honed. This feature must be worked hard under the ground full of inspiration."

"The secret realm is a place without inspiration, and it is absolutely impossible for the natives here to pretend to be that."

Thinking of this, the skinny man said, "Since you have skills, why didn't you use them last time?"

Hearing the other party's question, Lin Xing was ready to answer again.

Although he was not very good at lying, Wei Zhi had prepared the speeches for him in advance and asked him to memorize them one by one last night, so he could answer them smoothly at this moment.

"I want to hide my identity so that I can act secretly here." Lin Xing replied, "I happened to meet you and was followed by people here, so they finally saw through my identity and arrested me. Yes. If you really want to say it, it's because you broke me."

The thin man nodded secretly after hearing this, and sighed: "Although the strength of these mysterious natives is not worth mentioning, they have a lot of means and a lot of guns, which is really troublesome. If I also acted secretly at the beginning, why would I be humiliated today?"

Lin Xing memorized the words "indigenous in the secret realm" in his heart, and said along with the other party: "It would be great if I could find a way to escape back."

The thin man glanced at Lin Xing and said, "My name is Jiang Hong, what's your name, little brother?"

"Lin Xing." Lin Xing imitated the other party's style of speaking and said, "Brother Jiang, is there a way to go back?"

Jiang Hong motioned him to move closer so that the two nurses beside him could not hear the conversation.

The two nurses didn't care about this. Anyway, the two patients in front of them were whispering and whispering, which made them feel more at ease compared to Lin Xing's waving and slashing around just now.

Not long after the activity time ended, Lin Xing was sent to the ward again by a middle-aged nurse with beards.

Glancing at the other party, Lin Xing recognized that the other party was the old Zhong who was in charge of taking care of him.

On the way, Lao Zhong asked, "Have you gained anything?"

Lin Xing nodded: "Well, he already regards me as a fellow villager. But he must tell me how to open the door only if I rescue him."

Old Zhong nodded and said, "Understood, the other two are more dangerous. We will find an opportunity for you to get in touch with them. Then you can try to get more information from them."

After returning to the ward, Lin Xing began to perform the sickle technique with his bare hands.

Since fighting with the old man, he hadn't used this saber technique with all his strength, and the emotional agitation after performing it with all his strength in front of Jiang Hong today made him feel a little weird.

While Lin Xing was performing the knife technique, the cat doll on the bed had been silently observing him.

Through observation during this period of time in the ward, the cat doll found that the evildoer in front of him seemed to be mentally ill in the eyes of others.

"Once his talent returns to Da Zhou, his cultivation will definitely improve by leaps and bounds under the infusion of inspiration."

"People here think that he is mentally ill, so even if he tells others that I talked to the ancestor, no one will believe him."

"What's more, the people here have already checked me, and they haven't found out my ancestor's footsteps..."

After thinking about it for a while, Lin Xing suddenly heard a voice in his mind: "Boy, there is no clue in this secret realm. No matter how long you practice, it will be useless."

Lin Xing was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, then looked at the doll on the bed with surprise, and said, "You finally spoke! You mean that I have to enter the door again to practice skills?"

The doll responded: "Only when you have practiced more skills, will you have the opportunity to understand the inheritance, and only when you understand the inheritance, will you have the opportunity to go further."

Seeing that Lin Xing was listening seriously, the doll said in a persuasive manner: "My ancestor, I am proficient in hundreds of skills and the method of inheritance. If you want me to teach you, I will guarantee that you will flourish in the future. But if you want to practice skills, you must leave here , go back to Dazhou."

"Da Zhou? Is that what people in Mirror World call their location?" Lin Xing wrote down the information in his mind, and then asked, "You come from the opposite side of the door? Do you want to go back?"

The doll sighed: "Yeah, I haven't been home for too long."

Lin Xing asked: "Then how to go back?"

The doll said: "I don't understand the law of the door opening. But since you have acquired the skill, it means that there is a cleverness in your body, and there is no cleverness in the secret realm, so logically speaking, under the guidance of the cleverness, the door will be closed sooner or later." turn on all around you."

"A little faster may be a few months, a little slower may be a few years, anyway, there will always be a day when it will be opened."

"So from now on, you have to take me with you anytime, anywhere, so that you don't take me with you when you return to Dazhou, and miss out on countless magical skills."

"You helped me last time, then I will help you too, and I will definitely send you home." Lin Xing asked again: "By the way, what is an inspiration?"

Lin Xing couldn't understand the doll's babbling explanations. He only knew that this thing seemed to be everywhere in the mirror world, and he had to be in an environment with inspiration to master the skill.

The nurse patrolling outside the door listened to what Lin Xing said in the ward, glanced through the small window and found that he was talking to a doll, shook his head helplessly and left.

(End of this chapter)