"Master, I'm leaving right away!"

Luo Huai picked up the tool 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.

"Strange, I obviously chased after him a little bit before."

Since the zombie master didn't chase after him, Luo Huai didn't want to run away either.

Attacking is absolutely unacceptable, Luo Huai can only figure out the intention of the zombie Mages.

Uncle Zombie is also able to log into the chat room, so he should also have his own consciousness.

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

"I don't know how the bosses use the Internet..."

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

boy, come here.

This is what Luo Huai understood, it feels so familiar, almost all the uncles who walk in the park like to call children like this.

Luo Huai walked over with some hesitation, thinking as he walked: Mr. Zombie shouldn't play such a trick to bully a young man like me, right?

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

"Do you want me to continue digging?" Luo Huai was afraid that the zombie would not understand, so he raised the pickaxe and waved it.

Uncle Zombie: …

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

I am not a fool, I can understand, my intelligence is D, higher than yours.

Luo Huai: "..."

Uncle Zombie continued typing: You already know about the missing natural disaster?

"Well, I see, the Balrog boss told me."

(Type): Then keep digging. Your shelter is in this position, and it is destined to succeed him. The will of the world should also be arranged in this way.

"..." Luo Huai didn't know how to reply, the boss likes to be a riddle, so it's better to do it directly.

The iron pick hit the black rock again.

…

In Mortal World, Orphanage, Qinglin woke up from the bed.

"Hiss~ the feeling that the soul has been out of the body for a long time is really terrible."

Qing Lin wanted to support herself, but was stopped by the acupuncture sensation all over her body.

The soul has been out of the body for a long time, even after drinking the special medicine, there will still be a feeling similar to numbness, just like when you come out after squatting in the toilet for more than an hour.

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

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

The body was very light in the fantasy world, but now it is gradually replaced by a sense of heaviness.

With the shackles of the physical body, the players changed from the superman of the fantasy world back to the mortal of the mortal world.

There are often players who are addicted to the fantasy world because they can't adapt to this gap in strength. The final result is the death of the body, and the soul that has not cut off the causal line with the body also dissipates.

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

"Fortunately, practitioners' exercises can also exercise the physical body." Qinglin twisted an empty test tube on the bedside table, and there were still a few traces of liquid medicine in it. "Otherwise, this cheap nutrient would not last at all."

Generally speaking, the guild will equip members with nutritional supplements to ensure the normal progress of the guild's collective actions.

But Qing Lin gave Ye Feng his share.

Ye Feng's physique is the weakest among the three brothers, but he often stays in the fantasy world. Who made him have a partner who is worried about it? And in order to fight for the number of core members, he had to go to the fantasy world often.

Qing Lin asked him why he worked so hard while giving him the nutrient.

"I can't let her down..." Ye Feng said so at the time, his eyes darkened and remorseful.

What else can Qinglin say? Support him.

"I don't know what happened to this kid." Qing Lin habitually raised her finger, trying to figure it out.

But he was taken aback immediately, "I forgot that I was in the Mortal Realm..."

In the mortal world, he is just an ordinary person with some power of thought.

The physical discomfort has almost subsided, Qing Lin got out of bed and walked to Ye Kuang's room, feeling a little apprehensive.

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

"I hope nothing will happen." Before entering the door, Qinglin made one last prayer.

Pushing open the door, he saw Ye Mang sitting on the bed with his legs crossed.

Wearing thin black short-sleeved shorts, leaning the back of his head against the wall, he didn't know what he was thinking.

But at least he still has spirit in his eyes, which means he survived.

Qinglin breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to speak, but was preempted by Ye Kuang:

"Lin, I've seen a lot..."

His voice was soft and hollow.

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

At this time, you must not ask what happened in the illusion, the memory will only make him sink again.

A little carelessness can leave psychological trauma.

"I…"

Ye Kuang's emaciated body didn't even have the strength to get up.

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

"Lin..." Looking at the back of Qinglin walking out, Ye Kuang suddenly relaxed and lay back on the bed.

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

Letting go of his mind, Ye Mang regained his mentality.

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

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

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

Both of them needed tonic now, so they gobbled up the little food.

Ye Kuang smacked his lips while eating, and asked Qing Lin, "Why does this porridge taste so weird?"

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

When Ye Kuang heard the words, he paused in the act of pawing the porridge in the bowl, "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 with his fingers, "It should be more than a week."

After the calculation, he picked up the bowl and continued to eat.

But Ye Fengque didn't dare to take the bowl anymore, he finally knew why the porridge tasted weird.

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

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

He is a cultivator, and his physical fitness is also good, so he doesn't care at all.

"You compare me with that stuff? Is that animal-like physique still considered human?"

Ye Feng's brows were furrowed together at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he clutched his stomach with a pained expression.

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

Unexpectedly, Ye Feng laughed and patted him: "Scared you!"

"...you swell."

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

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

"vomit~"

Suddenly a piece was forcefully stuffed, and I immediately got out of bed and vomited.