It is the first day of July, the fourteenth day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar.
It is approaching the middle of the month, and the moon is also becoming full. It is cloudless tonight. The moonlight shines into the house, covering the room with a layer of white frost, making the night look like day, and everything seems very reasonable.
But what's unreasonable is that the moonlight shines all over Wang Yu's body.
The wall Wang Yu was leaning against was facing the window. A few minutes ago, the moonlight passed through the window and could only shine on the wooden table below the window. The rest of the place was still dark.
Therefore, Wang Yu had to use the moonlight to see the bottles and jars on the table.
That's why he had to fumble around to find the cell phone next to his pillow.
However, in just a few minutes, no, to be precise, in just ten seconds while he lowered his head to think, the moonlight's projection range spread from the table to the entire room.
And the brightness was obviously higher by more than one level. If he hadn't been short-sighted, he felt like he could see every corner of the room clearly!
Just when Wang Yu was still confused by the moonlight, a mechanical voice without any emotion suddenly came to his ears:
"Congratulations, you have been selected by the Spirit Realm. You are qualified to become the apostle of the Spirit Realm and walk the world on behalf of the Spirit Realm!"
"Please name your spiritual realm."
The next moment, a translucent panel appeared in front of his eyes, with some text written on it:
[Name: Unnamed (please name)]
[Occupation: Taoist (not activated)]
[Level: 0 (0%)]
[Skill: None]
[Moral value: 0] (Never let your moral value fall below 0 points. You still had a choice before, but you have to be a good person in the future)
Listening to the words in his ears and looking at the translucent panel in front of him that was similar to the character attribute page, Wang Yu frowned again.
In the past, if something similar to a system suddenly appeared, he would be so excited that he would jump three meters high.
But after experiencing the baptism of weird dreams these days, this thing only appeared under the shining of this weird moonlight, which made Wang Yu once doubt whether this thing was the change in the dream.
"Please name your spiritual realm!" The mechanical voice sounded in Wang Yu's ears again, interrupting his thoughts.
Now, people are fighting for their lives, and I am fighting for their flesh and blood. This unknown thing has already made its home in my body, and I can only take one step at a time.
With this idea in mind, Wang Yu announced his name: "Wang Yu."
"Do not use your real name," the mechanical voice warned.
Um? Are you still not allowed to use your real name? Wang Yu was stunned for a moment, then spoke again: "Taoist Hongjun."
Since his profession is a Taoist boy, that is, a Taoist priest, he must be worthy of the name of the most powerful Taoist ancestor!
"Are you sure you want to use this name?" The mechanical voice waited for a while and then slowly sounded, as if it was stunned for a moment.
The mechanical voice, which was obviously devoid of any emotion or emotion, made Wang Yu feel a little panicked at this moment.
"Not sure..." Wang Yu replied awkwardly, and the voice he asked made it clear that he didn't want to use such a cool and shocking name.
If you have to use it yourself...
I feel like I will die miserably...
"Please rename it."
Wang Yu felt that this voice was obviously relieved.
"Otherwise, let's call big orange the most important thing." As a fan of big orange, it is necessary to "big orange is the most important thing."
"Named successfully!"
"Trialist Daju is the most important. You are about to open the Spirit Realm·Personal Survival Dungeon. You will enter in fifteen minutes. Please complete the main mission, obtain the apostle qualification, and activate the profession."
As soon as the voice in his ear finished speaking, the translucent page in front of Wang Yu changed:
[Spirit Realm·Personal Survival Copy is being selected...]
[Spiritual Realm·Personal Survival Copy has been selected! ]
[Spiritual Realm·Personal Survival Copy·Baohe Abandoned Subway has been opened! ]
[Copy background: In the early 1990s, Songjiang City began to build a subway. Subway Line 1 was built somewhere in Baohe, and the construction team dug up a certain being sleeping underground.
That night, all thirteen workers who participated in the construction during the day died and became slaves of that existence.
After several days of investigation, the Songjiang authorities found no results, so they invited eminent monks to practice the practice at Longyan Temple, closed the subway here, and built a detour. ]
[Copy Type: Single Death Type]
[Dungeon Difficulty: Hell]
[Main mission: Survive for six hours and complete subsequent missions]
[Note: Hell difficulty is the highest difficulty of the Spirit Realm dungeon. Please make full use of your preparation time and be mentally prepared to deal with it. Otherwise, you will really die~]
[Countdown: 14:21]
Wang Yu read the translucent page from beginning to end and watched the countdown numbers change little by little. He rubbed his swollen temples and felt like his head was getting bigger.
It’s like one wave after another, and the weird dreams haven’t been solved yet. Another weirder spiritual realm comes. This is not a way for people to survive!
Compared with this fatal copy of the spiritual realm, Wang Yu now feels that the dream that made him die countless times is so amiable, gentle and kind!
But things are already like this. I'm afraid it's too late for me to retreat now. The top priority is to think about how to survive six hours in this so-called spiritual realm copy.
Wang Yu stared at the background introduction of the copy, his eyes wandering back and forth between "beings sleeping underground" and "servants".
Buried underground, you can turn people into your slaves. Isn't this a zombie?
In other words, the BOSS he faced this time was a zombie, and his mission was to survive being chased by a big zombie and a group of small zombies.
Wang Yu looked at his legs and thought of the tireless characteristics of zombies. The corners of his mouth twitched and he felt like he was dead.
"However, since it is a dungeon to obtain apostle qualifications, although it is a hell difficulty, it is definitely not fatal. After all, the purpose of the spiritual realm is to use the dungeon to select suitable apostles, not to kill people."
"Since it is not certain to die, the level of this zombie should not be too high. After all, the people participating in this dungeon are all ordinary people. If the level of the zombie is too high, ordinary people will definitely die."
"So, this BOSS can be killed by ordinary people, but it will be very difficult."
Wang Yu murmured, his mind spinning rapidly.
The only things that ordinary people have access to that can deal with zombies are glutinous rice, black dog blood, black donkey hooves, rooster blood and the like.
But now in the middle of the night, there is no place to get things like black dog blood. Moreover, he only has ten minutes left before entering the spiritual realm, and there is no time at all.
All we can count on is glutinous rice.
When he thought of this, Wang Yu quickly got out of bed, put on his slippers and went straight to the kitchen.
When he came to the kitchen, he fumbled to turn on the light, and after searching for it, he finally found the rice bucket under the stove.
There was nothing he could do, he was staying at his uncle's house now, and he had only been here for a short time. He was really confused as to what was in the kitchen and where it was placed.
Squatting down and opening the rice bucket, he stretched out his hand to take the rice in the bucket into his pocket. Suddenly he realized, no, what he usually eats is rice. There should be rice in the rice bucket, not glutinous rice.
Rice and glutinous rice are completely different. Getting them wrong can lead to death!
Wang Yu quickly covered the rice bucket again, stood up and continued to rummage.
The sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets did not allow him to find Nuomi, but instead woke up his uncle.
"Who is it? Wang Yu, is it you? What are you doing in the middle of the night? Are you not letting anyone sleep?" A burst of angry complaints passed from the uncle's room to the kitchen, and then there was the sound of the door opening. , followed by bursts of footsteps approaching from far away.
Seeing that the countdown was about to reach zero and his uncle was approaching step by step, Wang Yu was anxious. Fortunately, the cupboard he opened this time contained glutinous rice with a supermarket label, which made him relieved.
He quickly grabbed the bag of glutinous rice with his left hand, pulled out a bone chopping knife from the knife with his right hand, and disappeared into the kitchen in the next second.
"Wang Yu! Why did you stay up in the middle of the night and go to the kitchen? Are you reincarnated as a starving ghost?" Before Wang Yu's uncle could reach the kitchen, he was already scolding.
When he walked into the kitchen and took a closer look, he was still in a drowsy state, but now all the drowsiness had disappeared.
He stared blankly at the empty but messy kitchen, and thousands of words merged into one sentence in his mouth:
"Honey! Call the Security Bureau! There's been a thief at home!!!"
