I come from the world of punishment

"Uncle, I'll leave right away!"

Luo Huai picked up the tools and ran, but after running for a short distance, he turned around and found that the zombie uncle was still standing there, not moving a step.

"It's strange. I would have chased him a little before."

Since the zombie uncle won't chase him, Luo Huai won't run away at all.

He absolutely did not dare to attack, so Luo Huai could only figure out the intention of the zombie master.

The zombie uncle can also log into the chat room, so he should also have his own consciousness.

It's just that now there is no way to communicate between the two without going through the chat room.

"I don't know what methods the big guys use to access the Internet..."

Suddenly, Luo Huai saw the zombie uncle waving at him.

Boy, come here.

This is what Luo Huai understood. This feeling is too familiar. Almost all the adults walking in the park like to call their children this way.

Luo Huai walked over hesitantly, thinking as he walked: The zombie uncle shouldn't play such a trick to bully a young man like me, right?

After Luo Huai approached, the zombie uncle pointed at the stone pit that Luo Huai had knocked out after a long time.

"Do you want me to continue digging?" Luo Huai was afraid that the zombie uncle wouldn't understand, so he raised the pickaxe and made a swing motion.

Uncle Zombie:...

He opened a red panel, threw it in front of Luo Huai, and typed out a few big words:

I'm not a fool. I understand. My intelligence is D, which is higher than yours.

Luo Huai: "..."

The zombie uncle continued typing: Do you already know about the missing natural disaster?

"Yeah, I got it. Boss Balrog told me."

(Typing): Then keep digging. Your sanctuary is in this position and is destined to take over from Him. The will of the world should also arrange it this way.

"..." Luo Huai didn't know what to say. The boss always liked to be the Riddler when talking, so it would be better to just follow the instructions.

The pickaxe struck the black rock again.

…

In the mortal world, in the orphanage, Qinglin woke up from bed.

"Hiss~ It feels terrible to have your soul separated from your body for a long time."

Qinglin wanted to push himself up, but was stopped by the needling sensation all over his body.

After the soul has been out of the body for a long time, even if you drink special medicine, you will still feel a numb feeling, just like when you come out after squatting in the toilet for more than an hour.

Moreover, this acupuncture feeling is more profound and cannot be relieved no matter how hard it is relieved.

Qinglin lay on the bed, waiting for his soul to slowly adapt to his body.

My body was very light when I was in the illusion world, but now it is gradually replaced by a feeling of heaviness.

With the restraints of the physical body, players have transformed from supermen in the fantasy world back to mortals in the mortal world.

Players often become addicted to the fantasy world because they cannot adapt to this gap in strength. The final result is that the body dies, and the soul that has not severed the causal line with the body also dissipates.

This is one of the most common ways for players to die other than natural death.

"Fortunately, the practitioner's skills can also train the physical body." Qinglin twisted an empty test tube on the bedside table. There were still a few traces of residual medicinal liquid in it. "Otherwise, this kind of cheap nutritional supplements would not be able to survive at all."

Generally speaking, guilds will provide nutritional supplements to their members to ensure the normal progress of the guild's collective actions.

But Qinglin gave his share to Ye Feng.

Ye Kuang's physique is the weakest among the three brothers, but he often stays in the fantasy world. Who gives him a worried partner? And in order to fight for a spot as a core member, he had to go to the fantasy world frequently.

When Qinglin gave him nutritional supplements, he asked him why he was working so hard.

"I can't let her down..." Ye Feng said at that time, his eyes were dark and remorseful.

What else could Qinglin say? Just support him.

"I wonder how this kid is doing." Qinglin raised his fingers habitually, trying to do some calculations.

But he was immediately stunned, "I forgot that we were in the mortal world..."

In the mortal world, he is just an ordinary person with some telekinesis.

The physical discomfort had almost subsided. Qinglin got out of bed and walked towards Ye Feng's room, feeling a little uneasy.

People who are emotional are the most afraid of death, because their mental weakness is too obvious.

"I hope nothing happens." Qinglin prayed one last time before entering the door.

Opening the door, he saw Ye Kuang sitting on the bed holding his legs.

Wearing thin black short-sleeved shorts, the back of his head was leaning against the wall, not knowing what he was thinking.

But at least he still had hope in his eyes, which meant he had survived.

Qinglin breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak, but Ye Kuang beat him to it:

"Lin, I saw a lot..."

His voice was soft and hollow.

"It's all just an illusion, don't take it seriously." Qinglin sat by the bed.

You must not ask what happened in the fantasy at this time, as memories will only make him fall into it again.

If you are not careful, you may leave psychological scars.

"I……"

Ye Feng's thin body didn't even have the strength to get up.

"Stay still, I'll get you something to eat." Qinglin quickly pushed him back, then ran to the kitchen to cook porridge.

"Lin..." Looking at Qinglin's back as he walked out, Ye Feng suddenly relaxed and lay back on the bed.

No one knew what he saw, and he didn't want to say it.

After letting go of his mind, Ye Feng regained his mentality.

The memory of the fear of death is fading, leaving only a faint shadow.

After passing the final test, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net the shadow naturally faded away.

"Here comes the porridge!" Qing Lin walked in from the door holding a pot of porridge and a few dishes of side dishes.

Both of them needed to replenish their food now, so they wolfed down the food.

Ye Feng smacked his lips while eating, and asked Qinglin: "Why does this porridge taste so weird?"

"I don't know. I saw it in the refrigerator, so I took it out and warmed it up."

When Ye Feng heard this, he pulled the porridge out of the bowl and said, "Lin, how long have you been in the fantasy world this time?"

"After the dungeon was opened, the time flow rate difference returned to normal..." Qing Lin counted on his fingers, "It should be more than a week."

After finishing the calculation, he picked up the bowl and continued eating.

But Ye Kuangque didn't dare to take the bowl anymore. He finally knew why the porridge tasted weird.

"You just eat the porridge that's been there for more than a week?"

"Isn't it just a week?" Qing Lin sipped his porridge and said indifferently, "That guy Luo Huai even drank water that had been left for more than three years, and he is still alive and kicking."

He is a cultivator and has excellent physical fitness, so he doesn't care at all.

"Are you comparing me to that guy? Does that animal-like physique still count as a human being?"

Ye Feng's brows knit together at a speed visible to the naked eye. He clutched his stomach with a pained expression.

"Really, is it starting to hurt?" Qinglin was so frightened by him that he put down the bowl and stepped forward to help him.

Unexpectedly, Ye Feng laughed and slapped him: "I scared you!"

"...You're swollen."

In retaliation, Qinglin picked up a piece of tofu and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ye Feng has been afraid of this thing since he was a child.

"Ugh~"

Suddenly a piece of it was forced on me, and I immediately got out of bed and vomited.