I come from the world of punishment

It happened so suddenly, roughly speaking:

I, Luo Huai, was killed.

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After recovering from the shadow of death, Luo Huai couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

What caught his eyes were the familiar streets and the familiar sunset.

"Is this... or hell?"

This also let him know another thing: his resurrection point did not seem to be in the mortal world.

Everyone knows that if you die in the illusion world, your soul will return to your body in the mortal world, and if you die in hell, it will be a real death.

This is an iron rule that has not changed since ancient times.

But now these two iron laws have perfectly merged into one in Luo Huai: death and resurrection, but the place is hell.

Luo Huai rubbed his forehead as if he had a headache, turned around, and saw the orphanage at the end of the street... and the zombie uncle who stayed at the gate of the orphanage.

"It's better to just die."

But not everything is bad. For example, after Luo Huai was resurrected, he felt no discomfort at all. He felt refreshed and completely free of the rumored decadence that his soul was forced to return to his body.

But also, judging from the current situation, he probably came to this world with his physical body.

It is precisely because of this that after Luo Huai, who has strong psychological acceptance ability, quickly accepted the facts, a wild smile began to appear on his face.

"I have been resurrected. I declare that I am invincible."

He picked up a steel bar, held it in his hand as a spear, and rushed towards the orphanage again.

"You little thief! Die!"

The steel bar was danced into a dazzling spray of gunfire in Luo Huai's hands.

It's a pity that the half-rotten eyeball of the zombie uncle remained unchanged, and he didn't even look at Luo Huai.

And here, after Luo Huai finished his dance of guns and flowers, he came right in front of the zombie uncle. The countless illusory gun shadows in the air instantly unified, turned into a little cold light, and pierced away.

In an instant, the gun shot out like a dragon (reasonable association), and the situation changed (unreasonable fantasy).

Ding! ! !

When the two fronts meet, the golden sound rises.

The zombie uncle’s eyes were calm.

All the bells and whistles...

Then Luo Huai's vision went dark again. When his vision recovered, it was just like before, only his broken body could be seen.

"..."

His consciousness went dark, and then he came back to his senses.

It’s still the familiar street, still the familiar dusk.

Looking back, it's still the familiar orphanage and the familiar zombie uncle.

Luo Huai looked around and found that he could no longer find anything that could be used as a weapon. He began to think about retreating.

"This is a world of punishment. Even if you return home, you may not be safe, not to mention there is a gatekeeper."

After two attempts at beating an egg against a stone, Luo Huai gave up decisively. He decided to go into the houses that he thought were dangerous and hide temporarily for the night.

Anyone who has played an open game knows that night is always the most dangerous.

In a small room in a small bungalow, Luo Xing blocked the door tightly, and all the heavy objects in the room were held behind the door, which made him feel a little more at ease.

This room had no windows and was a semi-basement structure. Only a narrow crack at the top of the wall could see the ground outside.

Luo Huai stood on the stool with his feet propped up and looked outside through the crack. It was completely dark outside, the street was quiet, everything was quiet.

Luo Huai also fell into darkness.

There was no lighting in the deserted room, and the moonlight could not shine through the small crack.

Luo Huai had no choice but to squat quietly in the corner without sleeping. He found that he was not sleepy at all, and his spirit seemed to be in a spiritual state at all times.

It's like having a mental illness.

"I heard that people who enter the fantasy world will be guided by character panels and world consciousness. I don't know if I have any."

Luo Huai suddenly thought of this, and he tried to imitate the illusion players in the video to summon his own panel.

His fingers slid in front of him, but there was no movement. Luo Huai was unwilling to give in and made a few more strokes diagonally and vertically. Unfortunately, the light blue panel in his memory still did not appear in front of his eyes.

No matter whether he was depressed or not, Luo Huai leaned his head against the wall behind him and rested his mind.

Luo Xing spent the long night in this state that seemed to be in trance. This was something he had practiced since he was a child. It was caused by his second grade behavior. He didn't expect that he would learn such a skill by accident.

A long night.

When the scorching sun in the early morning shone through the gap on Luo Huai's eyelids, Luo Huai opened his eyes.

But instead of lamenting his situation like others, he immediately jumped up and shouted: "Ah! My eyes! Whose morning sun is like a spotlight!"

That's right, the moment Luo Huai opened his eyes, his eyes were burned by the dawn light that was comparable to a burst of sunlight.

It is a punishment world that can be called hell, and the fatal point always comes unexpectedly.

After rolling on the ground several times, and the burning sensation in his eyes finally subsided, Luo Huai got up in disgrace.

Holding on to the wall, he glanced at the unremarkable pale yellow sunlight on the ground with lingering fear.

His eyes became a little hot again, and Luo Huai subconsciously tried to cover his eyes with his hands.

But with just such a move, something surprising happened:

When his fingers crossed in front of him, his fingertips brought up a trace of light in the air, and then, a panel filled with scarlet appeared in front of him. UU reading www.uukanshu.net

"Are the ways of opening panels in this world...all so special?"

The blank space on the panel reflected Luo Huai's eyes, and he saw that his originally dark pupils had turned into golden red.

When I walked under the sunlight again, I looked directly into the scorching sun outside the seam. Sure enough, I no longer felt any burning sensation.

"It seems that it's because my eyes have never been "dead"." Luo Huai used his imagination to come up with a correct answer.

After putting away the panel and moving the heavy objects behind the door, Luo Xing returned to the same street as yesterday. Everything seemed to be the same as yesterday. The zombie uncle still stood there and looked at the door dutifully.

"By the way, since there is a panel, there should be world guidance."

To put it simply, the world guide is something like a novice mission in the game. It is both the initial guide and the first test.

Luo Huai just wanted to raise his hand to draw out the character panel, but with a thought, the panel automatically appeared in his line of sight, moving with his line of sight. At the same time, his restored pupils turned golden red again.

"This is quite convenient." Luo Huai could clearly feel his eyeballs getting slightly warm.

Clicked on the [World Guide] option in the corner.

Then his expression froze there, just because of the guidance of the world he heard in his ears:

[First Home] Home is an eternal harbor and the only refuge in this dangerous world.

[Requirement] Enter the orphanage from the main entrance.

【Harvest】Get an absolutely safe shelter.

Into an orphanage? Or take the main entrance?

Hundreds of meters away, Luo Huai, who was feeling miserable, seemed to see an evil smile on the zombie uncle's face...