Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Zhao Feng wasn't there to cause trouble.

He took out a ceramic bottle and said, "It's for strengthening the body and nourishing the vital energy. When I was a child, after soaking it in water and drinking it, my body felt warm. After that, I always pestered my master to give me some."

Yang Hui took it and poured out a mud ball the size of a thumb.

After eating it, I felt warm from head to toe.

It's as refreshing as having a can of ice-cold milk after soaking in a hot spring.

Zhao Feng lowered his head and said, "Can I ask you a question?"

Yang Hui was somewhat surprised. What could a martial artist who could teach on behalf of a master possibly teach him?

"I don't know anything about traditional martial arts."

Zhao Feng shook his head and said, "I want to know, I want to ask, how did you make up your mind to unlock the initial entries, and how did you mentally prepare yourself?"

It turns out that he was hesitant to unlock the initial entries, which made him unstable and unable to make up his mind.

This is actually quite common. For Zhao Feng, he is the senior disciple of Songfeng Martial Arts Club, and many of his disciples respect him.

But he's about to join the Administration Bureau.

The initial entry is extremely important to him; its rarity and specific function determine his starting point in the Administration.

Zhao Feng was very conflicted, wondering what to do if it was garbage, and couldn't make a decision for a long time.

If he didn't unlock the initial affixes, he still harbored a sliver of hope that he might get purple or even gold affixes.

However, the chances are slim. Among the people he knows, the best one has only blue entries; he has never seen gold or purple ones.

Once the entry is unlocked, he will have to face a terrible future.

As long as it's not unlocked, there's a chance he'll get purple or gold items.

Yang asked, "If you unlocked keywords with normal functions, or purely negative gray-area keywords, would you still go to the Management Bureau?"

"Maybe. If I don't go, all the martial arts club disciples will have to unlock their initial attributes, and only a few of the best will be selected to go. That would make the Songfeng Martial Arts Club..."

Zhao Feng didn't say the second half of his sentence, which suggests he was pessimistic about the future.

He then asked, "When you were on the platform earlier, did you really not use any keywords? Or were your keywords the passive kind? I can't tell."

Yang thought for a moment, and was about to speak.

Zhao Feng quickly interrupted, "You'd better not tell me that. Instead, tell me how to prepare yourself mentally."

He suddenly didn't want to know anymore.

However, Yang Hui, who unlocks a new entry at level one, doesn't have such complicated feelings.

Yang Hui could understand, but couldn't empathize, because he hadn't experienced it himself.

"Why think so much? You'll know once you unlock it. Just save the trashy affixes for later use as bombs; what if you get a good one? You'll make a profit!"

He definitely couldn't say that.

Yang thought for a moment and said, "Once you're ready, you won't have this kind of trouble anymore."

Zhao Feng stood there, lost in thought.

He stepped out and bowed deeply to Chen Jingfeng, who was sitting in a rocking chair, with his hands clasped together.

Master Chen remained silent as Yang Hui walked out of Songfeng Martial Arts Society and disappeared into the night.

Zhao Feng also stepped out of the wooden house, looked up at the sky, and waved his hand, causing the cheapest treasure chest to float in the sky.

This was bought for him by Master Chen.

Zhao Feng opened the treasure chest, and a small amount of experience points flowed into his body.

Once you have enough experience points, you can unlock the initial vocabulary.

Chen Jingfeng looked up, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said:

"I am your martial arts master. Leading the way is being a teacher. Yang Hui is also your master in terms of your character. You must respect your teachers from now on."

"Your disciple will remember this!"

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Yang Hui rode his electric scooter to the office.

He even took out a small bottle and glanced at it on the way.

That's about six-tenths.

He'll be entering the [Castle] game instance in three or four days at most.

Although the difficulty has increased, the soaking in the Pine Bone Tempering Liquid has added attributes, and special uses for the golden affixes have been developed.

It's okay to touch it.

The electric scooter turned onto a side road.

The surrounding area was already at a level of complete silence.

There was no one on the road.

It's very late today.

There aren't many people living here. There's a dim streetlamp every ten meters or so, and the rest of the place is a bit dark, but you can still see things with difficulty.

Since this term entered our lives, some people are afraid to go out.

Of course, the red-light district is still considered a place that never sleeps.

Everyone is afraid of encountering bad people at night. After all, the power of online terms has become a weapon in the hands of some people with dark minds.

Although the management bureau's control measures have protected the lives of most people in Beicheng.

However, the North City has a shortage of talent, and nighttime disappearances are only occasional.

I've heard that the crime accident mortality rate in some cities can be almost zero.

suddenly!

As Yang Hui passed through an alley, he heard a snapping sound.

It sounded like someone slammed a lump of rotten meat against a wall, making a splattering sound.

At first, Yang Hui didn't pay attention, but when he heard the voice for the third time, he felt something was wrong.

I've been riding this road for 15 minutes already, why am I still here?

The dim streetlights, the old houses, and the pattering sounds in my ears.

Is this entering a game instance?

But I didn't hear any announcement.

So Yang Hui stopped his electric scooter and turned his gaze to the depths of the alley, to the source of the sound.

He stretched his neck and wrists, wanting to see who was so blind!

How could you do something so serious as to disturb his sleep and rest!

The monsters in the game dungeon created by the person who opened the loot box?

Or was it just a silly prank by someone using the entry?

His ability gave him confidence.

Yang Hui approached the depths of the alley step by step, taking out a high-powered flashlight.

Until the view ahead is no longer visible.

He turned on his flashlight, and the beam of light illuminated the end of the road.

I saw a person dressed as a clown throwing something at the wall.

That's how the pattering sound came about.

The clown didn't turn around, and didn't even react to the light.

He picked something up from the ground and threw it against the wall.

pat!

Yang Hui took a few quick steps, flashlight in hand.

He finally saw what he had lost.

Those were bloody human heads!

It should have been a hard skull, but it made a splattering sound when it hit the wall.

It seemed to have turned into a pile of rotten flesh.

The clown sat on a trash can, the ground littered with headless corpses.

There were about seven or eight bodies lying haphazardly.

The blood that flowed out even formed a small puddle.

Yang Hui's hand also flickered, causing the beam of light to tremble.

The clown then slowly picked up a woman's hair from the ground.

The man was not dead yet; there was a clear knife wound on his neck.

The woman was being held by the hair by the clown; her face was deathly pale, tears, snot, and saliva mingled on her cheeks. Her eyes were fixed on Yang Hui, and her lips barely moved as she managed to squeeze out two words from her trachea: "Save...save..."

The clown seemed to realize that the woman's head was still intact, and after putting it down, he saw Yang Hui standing there.

He turned his head.

A face covered in white powder, except for bright red lips, with a receding hairline that revealed a long face and a comical red nose.

The clown looked at Yang Hui and grinned.

This should have been a chilling scene.

Yang Hui did not retreat.

He knew one thing clearly.

The source of fear is insufficient firepower!