Han Xuan began to think in his heart.
This bat flew down from the mountain. It was originally attracted by the battle between the demon dogs and participated in it.
But this time, I appeared on this sweet potato field.
It focused on myself who was only level 1 and weak.
"The ending is really changed this time!"
Han Xuan looked at the retreating figures of several vicious dogs and smiled.
"If we can't catch the dog demon, these three hellhounds won't be able to swallow this big mouthful of fat, which is equivalent to interrupting their initial development!"
Back then, the BOSS [Nine-Headed Cerberus] that dominated Jiangnan Province was as strong as level five!
A terrifying monster that spits out ghost fire and can melt through mountains and burn rivers dry!
That means it’s not necessarily, no, it definitely won’t happen again!
Han Xuan withdrew his gaze and looked at his experience gains.
[Experience value: 240/300! 】
"There are still 60 experience points left to advance to level 2!"
A level 2 mage, although not good enough to use level 2 spells.
But the mana value will be directly increased to 35 points!
"Unfortunately, I don't have time to meditate to increase the upper limit of mana, so I can only use it sparingly for the time being."
I used a 1-level magic [Tripping Foot Technique], which consumed 1 point of mana.
Now Han Xuan only has 9 points of mana left.
It's no longer enough to use a 1st level spell!
"Just now, when I used the tripping technique, I felt that the effect was stronger than that of an ordinary level 1 mage!"
Han Xuan can clearly feel the difference.
The vines snaking underground can make it impossible for a level 2 ferocious bat as strong as an ox to break free!
And the knife that pretended to run away, but actually counterattacked, also directly cut off its claws!
Even Han Xuan himself didn't expect it to be so powerful.
"The effect of 5% spell strength and 5 attack power has already been somewhat reflected!"
"Not only [Soul Furnace], but the layers of [Hell's Curse] and [Absolution] are also stacked!"
"My strength is increasing in all aspects."
Han Xuan tightened his grip on the knife, feeling more and more excited about the killing!
Killing a monster not only increases your experience, but also unlocks equipment.
It also increases health, attack power, spell strength, and armor!
Who in the family understands this crazy and satisfying feeling of meeting each other at the top?
Moreover, after killing monsters in three waves, Han Xuan also gained new insights into his upgrade direction.
"When I stack the [Black Mist] layers to 20 and stab someone with a knife from 2 meters away, how cool would it be?!"
Han Xuan just thought about it for a moment and felt excited!
At that time, I will be the strength of the warrior + the health of the tank + the range of the shooter + the guile of the mage!
The speed of monster spawning is about to soar!
"The name is Mage, he looks like a shooter, but he is actually a warrior!"
"Kite the evil demon dozens of meters away, wait until the evil demon finally gets close, and then chop off its head with a knife!"
Just like this ferocious bat, I probably didn’t realize that I was still a mage until I died!
Han Xuan planned the next killing route:
"Go inside the village? No, it's too dangerous!"
"Whether it's a hellhound or a dog demon, I can't afford to offend him now."
Han Xuan turned to look at the entrance of the village.
Mangkhut Village is located on a large uphill slope of the road.
Han Xuan's home is one of the few homes closest to the village entrance.
Diagonally opposite his house is Xiaoqiu's house.
Han Xuan and his men had already been slaughtered together with the chicken coop.
And walking further outside, there are still three families sitting at the entrance of the village, which is downhill.
On the right side of the road is Aunt Guirong's house, where she lives alone.
Next door to Guirong's house on the left is a family of three, including a son who is in primary school.
Han Xuan can no longer remember their names.
On the left side of the road, facing Aunt Guirong's house, is Aunt Tao's yard.
Aunt Tao is an old couple who have a guard dog. Behind the house are several acres of fruit trees.
"Speaking of which, Aunt Guirong must have turned into a zombie."
Han Xuan stepped on the cement floor in the outer courtyard of Xiaoqiu's house and continued to walk forward.
And just as he walked past Xiaoqiu's house, he looked up at Guirong's house.
But he found an old man standing at the door.
He has gray hair and a stooped back. He is wearing a plum-red cotton coat and a pair of old cloth shoes.
His forehead was full of ravines of time, and when he saw Han Xuan, his kind face smiled.
"Xuan Zaizi, do you know what's going on in this world? Why did it become such a ghost?"
Aunt Guirong has not been corrupted by zombies and looks normal...
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
Han Xuan blinked and became cautious.
The aunt is not his relative.
When he was 14 years old, after his parents died unexpectedly on a construction site, his eldest uncle and his second uncle helped him out.
In fact, he went to the village party secretary early and transferred all the land of Han Xuan's family to his own household!
But Aunt Guirong took pity on Han Xuan and took good care of him.
I often take him to my house for meals. When the weather gets cold, I make some hot glutinous rice cakes and deliver them to my door...
Han Xuan will always remember this kindness.
It's just that in the previous life, the aunt corrupted into a zombie.
But in this life, the aunt actually escaped?
"Mom, you're okay!"
Han Xuan looked at this familiar face in his memory, was stunned for a moment, and smiled.
"Baby, what are you talking about? Although I am eighty-three and have bad hands and feet, I can still grow vegetables! I can still go to the fields!"
Aunt Guirong said quite proudly and walked slowly towards Han Xuan.
Han Xuan watched her steps carefully.
Walking slowly but steadily.
"Auntie, you don't need crutches anymore? It seems that your hands and feet are more flexible than before."
Han Xuan also smiled and nodded, holding the aunt's words in mind.
"Oh, that's true."
The aunt kept walking towards him, arriving two or three meters in front of him.
He seemed not to notice that Han Xuan began to retreat quietly.
He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the sky.
"By the way, kid, what's going on with the weather today? Why is the moon still so red?"
She pointed at the striking black sun and blood moon.
Dark, blood-red light fell vertically, covering the sky and the earth.
Everything seems so weird and terrifying!
"Well, I don't know, maybe..."
Han Xuan also raised his head and looked at the sky, talking warmly.
But instead of looking at the sky, his eyes looked down at the aunt——
I saw only the aunt's eyes, which were empty.
He didn't look at the sky, but stared at him...
The two people facing each other pretended to look up at the sky.
But their eyes were lowered to stare at each other.
How funny and terrifying is this scene in the dark sky and bloody ground?
Han Xuan looked at those eyes.
Those turbid, bloodshot, old eyes.
When I looked at him before, I always had a smile and loving eyes.
Now his eyes were dull, not focused at all, just looking at him indifferently.
Even the stiff smile on his face was just the corner of his mouth.
But after Han Xuan discovered it, he let it go.
'Her' smile disappeared.
