Imperial City.
Prison Camp No. 1.
In room A.
Zheng Xiu touched his neck blankly.
After a brief stagnation, a real pain came from his neck, making Zheng Xiu grit his teeth, sweating all over from the pain, and fell on the haystack, curling up into a ball.
It was a trivial matter that the incarnation named "Zheng Shan" had his head chopped off by bandits in the ghost world.
But that knife shot Zheng Xiu's head straight into the sky and brought him back to reality.
Zheng Xiu clutched his neck tightly. It was obvious that his head and neck were connected together, but the feeling of the knife quickly cutting through the flesh and cutting into the neck bone from the side and then pausing for a moment on the neck bone was so clear that it gave Zheng Xiu a real feeling. The real feeling of being beheaded with a knife.
Zheng Xiu gritted his teeth and tried hard not to cry out in pain and alert the guards outside.
After a few minutes, Zheng Xiu gradually regained his composure and then squeezed out an angry curse from between his teeth.
"If the knife is not fast enough, then you are a bandit!"
Zheng Xiu was angry and refused to fight.
If the bandit leader Li Dachui's knife was faster, he wouldn't have to suffer so much.
In addition to the physical pain, the mental pressure that the feeling of dying brought to Zheng Xiu was also extraordinary.
At this moment, in the dead of night, Zheng Xiu struggled in the prison for a while, his body soaked with sweat, but he did not alert anyone else.
After regaining his breath, Zheng Xiu continued his efforts, controlled the incarnation again, and stepped into the ghost world.
This time he still planned to move forward and ignore Baili Village.
The thick fog cleared, and the official road was ahead. It was dark and the rain came as promised. Zheng Xiu was soaked in the rain and encountered bandits again.
[Your tenacity has allowed your will to be slightly tempered. 】
The rain kept falling.
[Your tenacity has allowed your will to be slightly tempered. 】
[You strive to resist natural disasters and fight with the sky. If you survive the disaster, you will be blessed later. Your physique has been slightly tempered. 】
[You quickly caught the cold. 】
[You are tenacious and fight to the death to resist the wind and evil, and your physique has been slightly tempered. 】
The handwriting that was written out from time to time gave Zheng Xiu the illusion that he was playing a game and constantly gaining experience points when his brain was hit by heavy raindrops.
"Da da da……"
The sound of horse hooves arrives.
As a bandit, Li Dachui was not very good at swordsmanship, but he was extremely dedicated. He and his younger brother came to fight against the pouring rain and came as promised.
"Hahahaha - if..."
Life is like meeting for the first time. When Li Dachui meets the macho painter who died under the knife, he is still ready to say the same opening words.
Before Li Dachui could finish speaking, Zheng Xiu quickly took out a bag of broken silver, used it as a hidden weapon, and smashed it into Li Dachui's face.
[You threw the "money dart" and hit Li Dachui, the leader of the Li clan bandits, and your physical strength was slightly improved. 】
Li Dachui never expected that the lamb waiting to be slaughtered would resist, and his face was in pain. He grabbed the "hidden weapon" angrily, and a handful of broken silver fell from the gap in the cloth belt. When Li Dachui saw the shining broken silver, he was dumbfounded. .
Zheng Xiu rushed forward. The other bandits did not predict Zheng Xiu's decisiveness. In addition, Li Dachui did not speak, so they were all stunned in the rain for a while.
Next to Li Dachui, Bandit Jia exclaimed: "How can someone hurt someone with silver in this world?"
Until Zheng Xiu was about to run past the panicked horse, Li Dachui woke up like a dream and drew his sword to chop Zheng Xiu's head.
"Hey!"
Zheng Xiu couldn't help but feel happy when he saw that familiar posture. It was still the same move, so he stopped suddenly and shrank his neck back.
[Your struggles have given you a little practice in your footwork. 】
Li Dachui couldn't make a horizontal slash, and he was so angry that he struck a few more blows with his backhand.
【die. 】
…
The method of death this time was slightly different from the last time. Zheng Xiu avoided the knife and avoided it, but not completely. Li Dachui looked at the handsome and handsome man who fell to the ground. He was furious, furious and ashamed again, and angrily stabbed Zheng Xiu several times in the heart.
Zheng Xiu once again experienced the realistic pain of death.
Every knife is like a cut in the heart.
Come again!
After a while, Zheng Xiu's pain and fear of dying were relieved, and he entered the ghost world again, and soon encountered the leader of the Li family bandits, Sledgehammer.
【die. 】
【die. 】
【die. 】
[Through unremitting efforts, you have struggled in life and death situations many times, which has improved your footwork. 】
【die. 】
finally!
This time, Zheng Xiu was chopped to death by a dozen people with knives. However, Zheng Xiu, who was sent back to reality, felt as happy as if he had undergone a thorough health care. He looked happy and felt both pain and pleasure.
"Sure enough! Even if you are alive and dead in the ghost world, you can still retain the improvement in your various behaviors in the ghost world!"
"God pays off!"
“This step forward is all due to my efforts, Zheng!”
Before the pain subsided, Zheng Xiu straightened his back, closed his eyes, and sat on the bone chair.
The macho man on the table still had an extraordinary bearing. The more Zheng Xiu looked at his incarnation, the more he liked him.
【Footwork】Add one.
in addition.
[Intuition (minor attainments)] You have had a difficult life. You experienced displacement and family destruction when you were young. You have a vigilance that is different from ordinary people, which can occasionally make you aware of possible dangers. 】
In the description of the trait, the description of [intuition] changed from “rarely happens” to “occasionally”.
"This is the qualitative change caused by quantitative change!"
No matter how strong Zheng Xiu's will was, every time he wrote the word "death", he was actually suffering a real pain. He lay down on the hay to rest in a large font, while counting on his fingers that he could survive the "bandit leader Li Dachui" in one night. How many times can the route be refreshed at high speed?
The way to do business lies in the word "hold".
During the speed run, he accidentally discovered the high-efficiency wool "Li Dachui". If Zheng Xiu didn't persevere in picking it up, how could he be worthy of his awareness as the richest man?
effort! Fight hard! struggle!
Zheng Dashan’s fighting spirit was aroused!
As the saying goes, haste makes waste.
Since speed pass is not possible,
Then I, Mr. Zheng, will go brush it quickly!
…
The sun rises in the east.
When a bright ray of morning light replaced the moonlight, it squeezed into the prison through the narrow window. The warm light and shadow were like young women's catkins swarming around, hitting the face of the handsome rich man who was leaning against the wall and sleeping soundly, leaving unsightly sun stains.
"Shh! Master Zheng?"
"call……"
"Shhhhhh! Master Zheng!?"
"call……"
"Shh-Master Zheng?"
When Zheng Xiu was woken up by the sounds that he tried to suppress, he opened his eyes and saw the tall scarred dog squatting outside the fence and waving to him - Zheng Xiu woke up from a dream. It seemed as if he saw a fat golden-haired Labrador squatting outside, licking his face and stretching out his paws toward him, begging to be hugged, held, and lifted up.
Zheng Xiu blinked and the Labrador disappeared. It turned out to be a light illusion.
When Zheng Xiu raised his head, his haggard appearance with black eye sockets made Scar Laoliu suddenly startled. But then I thought about it, the young man who was usually pampered and well-off was now in trouble and became a prisoner. Scar Laoliu had seen it all too often, and he secretly shook his head, feeling a little heartbroken for no reason.
"Mr. Zheng, you are finally awake. I have wronged you last night!" Scar Laoliu figured it out on his own. Zheng Xiu was calm and calm in front of others, but trembled in panic behind him. He expressed his understanding and sympathy, and under the calm eyes of the other party, he secretly wrapped up " Breakfast" was stuffed into the prison.
Zheng Xiu opened it and found two hot meat buns inside.
"Sixth brother spent money."
Zheng Xiu didn't eat it and wrapped it up again.
Scar Laoliu scratched the scar on the corner of his eyebrows: "It doesn't cost anything! It doesn't cost money! These are the signature buns from Mr. Zheng's store, 'Zheng Deji', in the Lianhua Lane branch. The business there is so good, Lao Liu, my god I went to queue before it was light. I just got in the turn, and these two buns are very hot. Huh? How did Mr. Zheng know that it was Lao Liu Po's fee? "
Zheng Xiu smiled and explained casually: "If the breakfast is entrusted by Zheng's family, it will definitely be according to Zheng's preference. Zheng likes light meals on weekdays, such as abalone juice porridge, and porridge made with pearl millet produced in the rich farm in the south. , which not only nourishes the body and strengthens the spleen, but also is warm and delicious.”
Scar Laoliu looked blank and didn't know how to answer the question.
