I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 117 Rice!Really soft and fragrant

Zhang Jun bought fifteen thousand spiritual stones without blinking an eye.

Everyone couldn't help but look sideways at Zhang Jun, and couldn't help but look at Zhang Jun with a strange expression.

"Master Zhao, it's not worth it. This chessboard is very weird. The more I look at it, the more weird it becomes. The two games just now were not of high quality. Some places were full of bad chess pieces, but I just couldn't win. This is just for show." Ming Ming is fishing."

Fang Zuoren prides himself on being the best chess player in this neighborhood, and he is very discerning and thoughtful.

This chessboard routine looks like fishing.

It’s the same routine as those so-called chess gamblers on the street.

Every time it seems like you can win, it just gives you the feeling of missing out on a single move.

It rained and rained, and all the money in his pocket was gone.

That's not too bad.

The chessboard in front of me is obviously not as simple as asking for money, it is obviously asking for life, and it is so dangerous that fifteen thousand spirit stones are really not worth it.

This price is enough to buy a second-level magic weapon, or even a ninth-grade magic weapon.

Of course Zhang Jun knew the weirdness of this chessboard. He knew the dangers inside it better than everyone present, but he had no intention of taking it back and playing it himself.

When it comes to playing chess, ever since the emergence of intelligent AI, it has been destined that humans can only play in a draw.

It only costs a few wishing stars to bring a mobile phone back home. Isn't this skill just a waste of money?

Oh, no, it cost money.

When the time comes to win a few more times a day, everything will come back.

Zhang Jun estimated that even if he held his mobile phone in front of the chessboard, it probably wouldn't understand what he was doing. It was true that he was bullying this old chessboard guy who didn't know high technology.

This couldn't help but remind him of what Xu Xin said that night when he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of Xu's grandfather: "Science is power!"

Thinking about it now, it seems that this is really the case.

Such a good thing, let alone [-], even if it is [-], as long as I have the money, I will definitely get it.

Faced with Fang Zuoren's persuasion, Zhang Jun just grinned, reached out and took the chessboard over: "Let's go!"

"Hey, Master Zhao, are you leaving now?"

Fang Zuoren hurriedly caught up and claimed that there were many good things that Zhang Jun wanted to take care of.

"Next time definitely!"

But Zhang Jun has no intention of stopping at all. He now has a severe headache and feels like two villains are tapping his temples. This is the result of mental overdraft. Even if Fang Zuoren really has something good in his hands, he can't tell it now. come out.

Looking at Zhang Jun's retreating figure, Fang Zuoren's face was full of annoyance. If he had known that this man was so rich, he should have quickly taken out the few things he had packed at the bottom of the box and sold them.

Zhang Jun returned to the Royal Beast Studio and immediately locked himself in the warehouse.

My head hurts more and more.

This feeling of mental overdraft is simply so maddening.

Zhang Jun just wanted to lie down and take a nap right now, but before going to bed, he took out something from his storage bag.

A broken blade.

【Sixth Patriarch Abi】

"If it was true last time, then maybe there will be some other gains this time."

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun put the knife under his pillow and meditated on the prophecy case in reality, hoping to find some useful clues in his dream through [Sixth Patriarch Abi] this time.

If he could kill the murderer directly in his sleep, that would be the best thing. Thinking of this, he slowly closed his eyes...

"clatter!!"

In his sleep, a crisp sound suddenly woke Zhang Jun up.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a piece of white gauze in front of him. He wanted to reach out and grab behind him, but his stiff limbs had no feeling at all.

"Da! Da! Da! Da!"

In the dim pavilion, drops of bright red blood dripped from the ceiling.

It's strange that I can't see anything, but the picture appears directly in my mind.

Blood fell on the wooden floor, and the crisp knocking sound was like some kind of rhythmic movement.

It sounds more like the accompaniment of some kind of death.

"Kickkick..."

At this time, the harsh friction sound echoed in the corridor.

A cart was pushed in from the corridor, and the door was opened, revealing a white shroud.

Similarly, Zhang Jun couldn't see anything, but the picture appeared in his mind out of thin air.

Is this what He Fan said is the mind's eye?
There was another body on the cart.

It was the corpse of a man, but the flesh and skin of his upper body had rotted away, the bones were exposed to the air, and even his face was only bones.

With hands wearing black rubber gloves, he pushed the car in and laid it aside.

Then he took out the hammer and awl and began to slowly dig into the bones of the corpse. After a small hole was opened, he put a pair of tweezers in and pinched it gently.

A white worm was pinched from the bone marrow and carefully placed in a bottle.

Then a white shroud covered the body.

At this moment, Zhang Jun realized that he was already a corpse at this moment.

There was a "ding-ding-ding" sound, and the messy tools were packed into a black satchel.

The other party wants to leave.

Zhang Jun tried hard to see the other person's face clearly.

As if following his thoughts, the face of the man in front of him gradually became clear.

The square face gradually became clearer, and the sallow skin looked rough.

The two eyes were sunken deeply, and they were empty, as if they had not slept for several days.At this time, the man turned his head suddenly, his deep eyes seemed to collide with his own, turned around and walked towards this side.

"Crack!"

Leather shoes stepped on the wooden floor, the sound getting closer and closer.

The hands wearing rubber gloves slowly stretched out two fingers, pinched a corner of the shroud, and lifted it slightly.

Suddenly the vision in front of him became clear in an instant.

The familiar ceiling, the modern Chinese decoration style, looks more and more familiar the more you look at it.

Isn't this my home?

Suddenly a bad premonition came over him, causing his heartbeat to gradually speed up.

At this time, the man roughly held his hand on his face, twisted it to the side, and then his eyes were turned to the other side.

There is another body in the corner.

When he saw the face of the corpse clearly, Zhang Jun was stunned.

In a pool of blood, a figure exactly like him in reality was falling to the ground helplessly, with a sharp knife piercing his chest from his back.

Looking at his appearance when he was killed in reality, Zhang Jun's mind went blank.

The thumping, thumping, thumping heartbeat could be clearly heard in the quiet storage room.

The man turned his head and put his head against his heart. When he heard the faint heartbeat inside, a flash of doubt flashed on his face and he turned around...

The next second, a spiked hoe hit him hard on the chest.

An instant strong impact and the feeling of a foreign object piercing him came over me.

He didn't feel any pain, but he could clearly hear the muffled sound of his bones and flesh being cut through.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!"

Once, twice, until the chest was smashed open, the man roughly stretched out his hand and pulled it out.

To his surprise, his heart was still beating weakly.

The man pulled hard a few times and found that there was one inside the heart, and there were two metal soft wires. He pulled the two wires hard, and a small pacemaker was pulled out.

Seeing this, the man's face showed a look of disappointment.

He threw the heart into the trash can, turned around and straightened his head, stretched out his index and middle fingers, and gently covered his eyelids.

For a moment, his vision fell into darkness, and the footsteps gradually became distant.

The pictures in his mind began to be swallowed up by the darkness.

At this time, the suffocating feeling of death became stronger and stronger.

death!

No, this is not my body.

It might not even be my will.

When a sleeping person realizes that he is dreaming, there are two results. One is to wake up from the dream quickly, and the other is to try to enjoy the dream or even change the things in the dream.

But now I feel more like the third type, struggling but unable to get out, my consciousness seems to be tightly bound by a dream.

"Wake up! Wake up!!"

When the darkness got closer and closer and began to swallow up the last ray of light in his consciousness, Zhang Jun knew that he might really die at that time.

The intense fear was like cold lake water starting to pour into his body.

The pressure is increasing.

But Zhang Jun did not give up on himself. Instead, he forced himself to calm down, empty his mind, and tried to meditate.

It's like learning to control your dreams.

What is lacking now is an external force to awaken oneself.

It's like a ghost pressing on the bed. You are clearly awake, but you can't move a finger. At this time, many people will hope that someone will touch them, just a light touch will be enough.

But in reality, no one will touch you at this time.

Can……

I'm not in reality.

Zhang Jun silently visualized the Bone Diagram in his mind.

No outside power can be found, but I can call upon her to help me.

As he meditated, the bright red coffin gradually became clear.

"Click!!" sound.

The darkness in front of him exploded like a smashed mirror. The bright red coffin shattered the darkness. The next moment, he appeared in front of Zhang Jun. He grabbed one hand from the coffin and lifted up quickly while holding his own collar.

Then give it a hard shake.

The strong feeling of weightlessness made him instinctively kick out one foot, and he was awakened from his sleep.

Rubbing his eyes, Zhang Jun climbed up from the haystack, but the curse of Xue Begonia echoed in his mind: "You have eaten enough to support yourself. You are not even in the state of concentration, so you dare to touch such a thing. Next time If you mess around again, see how I deal with you!"

I don’t know why, but I heard Xue Haitang scolding me this time.

I was actually quite happy, with a warm feeling.

Well, sure enough,

man...

Eating some soft rice in moderation is also quite delicious...

　Well, recently many readers have been asking me if I have a readership. Wait, I’ll do it when I wake up.

　　
　
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