Chapter 77 The First Time

Knowing that Lin Han could see them, they still chose to remain "invisible" when sneaking into Lin Han's house late at night.

Lin Han couldn't see anyone, so he had to rely on the unique selection mechanism of the exclusive perspective to accurately find their location.

Judging from the outline, it looks like a man.

There was no Feijia inside.

Up to this moment, Lin Han had not actually met the other fourteen players in this dungeon one by one, but he was sure that Fei Jia was definitely the leader among this group of players.

Lin Han had a small disagreement with her, so when Fei Jia left, she told him that they would see each other tomorrow.

She wanted Lin Han to enter the dream himself, recognize the truth, and then change his mind and follow her arrangements.

Lin Han did have a dream, and after waking up he still held the opposite opinion.

But in fact, Fei Jia had no intention of waiting until tomorrow.

She wanted the remaining people to be people who would listen to her and no one would resist her arrangements.

She was too conceited and thought that what she saw was all, and she never considered that Lin Han might have seen something that they hadn't seen.

So before actually doing anything to the child, she sent two people over to resolve the "accident" first.

If the child who they believed to be the culprit of everything had not suddenly pounced on Lin Han, Lin Han might have really failed because of the confusing operations of the players at the same time.

This was the warning the child gave to Lin Han.

Lin Han owes it for saving his life.

"What are you still standing there for? Come here quickly! Solve it quickly, don't make any noise!" The man beside the bed shook the dagger, pulled it out from the bed with great effort, and shouted at the other man in a low voice.

In Lin Han's eyes, the flash of his figure was reflected on the dagger, with a cold light.

Lin Han realized that they really wanted to kill him.

No joke.

We are all players, and even if the lives in the game are fake, it is still too much to do this.

He suddenly recalled Fei Jia's words, "Those who can come here must be good people," but now was not a good time for him to think about this.

Lin Han's physique was already good, as he had not neglected exercise due to work. In the new world, this fictional body contained more powerful and controllable strength, allowing Lin Han to move flexibly when he rolled over to dodge the attack, instead of standing there clumsily.

But if all players are relatively normal, their physical fitness should be the same as Lin Han's.

They chose the most primitive cold weapons instead of using the strange abilities that Lin Han had seen in other live broadcast rooms, which meant that they did not have such abilities and could only fight in hand-to-hand combat.

Lucky people are not everywhere.

But even so, Lin Han was not sure if he could face two adult men with weapons alone.

So he made the decision the moment he turned over and dodged.

[Whether to use a unique perspective for this character]

[Whether to use a unique perspective for this character]

Two consecutive questions appeared in Lin Han's mind, and Lin Han gave affirmative answers without hesitation.

The outline of the human figure smoothly turned into two cabbages that Lin Han had seen many times. They were shining brightly in the darkness. Lin Han did not need any other light source to assist him. He could see everything clearly.

So what if he doesn't dare to attack a human? Isn't the exclusive perspective for him to use at this time?

We are all just a string of virtual data, and without the human shell, we are nothing.

At the same time, Lin Han crushed the Su Fu experience card hidden in his palm.

In this situation, Lin Han should have used Alfred's, but he was inevitably a little nervous at that moment, so he used the wrong one.

The moment the chips shattered, my palms felt warm, but it seemed as if nothing had happened.

No one here needed his treatment, and Lin Han didn't know what to do after crushing it.

It seemed that he could only hope that Su Fu's physical fitness was countless times stronger than his, so that he could crush him to victory with just his physical body.

But the next second, the world suddenly became bright.

It was a very strange light, as if countless lines radiated from around him. Wherever he looked, everything was broken down into parts and skeletons, and the light became the best instruction manual.

It was like a more advanced and exclusive perspective. The two cabbages in Lin Han's eyes were no longer just the parts that could be seen from the outside. Each of their leaves was outlined, overlapping each other, all the way to the tender core inside, all exposed in front of Lin Han's eyes.

His gaze even passed over the cabbage and penetrated the wall, seeing the neatly arranged wires and pipes in the wall, as well as the outline of the sofa behind the wall, the springs inside, and the dense fabric lines of the blanket thrown carelessly on the sofa.

As long as he wants.

Su Fu's eyes were blocked and he could not see, but at this moment, Lin Han possessed his ability and he finally understood how Su Fu was able to move without being able to see.

In some ways, he sees better than anyone with normal sight.

But being able to see clearly was not a good thing for Lin Han. He was not used to it, and the suddenly enlarged vision made him dizzy.

He shook his head with difficulty.

When he opened his eyes again, the two cabbages pounced towards him, and their ferocious postures were recorded in slow motion, one frame per second.

He also took the time to look at the head of the bed, but there was nothing there.

Lin Han had no weapons other than those few props.

He was a little annoyed that he had not carefully selected a suitable knife in the kitchen as his self-defense weapon, but it was too late to say anything now.

Perhaps gaining Su Fu's power would make his body strong enough, perhaps he could catch a knife with his bare hands and heal his wounds at the fastest speed, perhaps he...

Before Lin Han could find a reasonable possibility, his hand had already naturally grabbed something, swung it half a circle and threw it hard.

Lin Han had no weapons on him. All he had except the remaining experience card and this metal rocking machine.

It looks so solid and sturdy, and the handle feels so good to hold.

The cabbage that was stabbing him with the dagger looked shocked, and its eyes slowly widened, as if it had seen something terrifying.

But the next second its eyes disappeared, along with its eyebrows and mouth.

The red rocking instrument, with immense force, smashed the upper part of the cabbage into pieces. The crisp breaking sound exploded like fireworks, and countless broken leaves hit the wall and fell down in a flurry.

The juice between the leaves splashed in all directions.

Lin Han wiped her face, and the transparent juice in her palm flowed down her wrist, feeling very sticky.

But because of the fresh and slightly sweet vegetable smell that fills the tip of your nose, it is not very disgusting.

He was still holding the handle of the rocking toy in his hand, and the remaining force carried him around for another half a circle before he seemed to lose his grip and let it fall onto the bed.

Fortunately, Lin Han dodged quickly and his foot was not hit.

Lin Han gasped a few times.

The exertion made all his muscles tense, and when he suddenly relaxed, an indescribable warmth surged throughout his body.

His heart was beating so fast that he could almost hear the buzzing sound in his ears just by standing there.

He was in a strange trance, his fingers opening and closing, blood rushing through his veins, his fingertips numb, his palms burning,

The blood in my palm was beating like another heart.

This was the third copy that Lin Han had experienced. In every minute and every second of the experience before this, he was under deep oppression.

He was weak and powerless, unable to resist anything. When faced with danger, he had no choice but to hide, almost becoming a complete coward.

For him who is not strong enough, avoiding the opponent's edge is a very reasonable, normal and correct choice. The weak naturally have their own ways of survival.

but......

If there is the power to resist...

If I didn't run or evade, and just fought back instinctively like I did just now...

He actually felt somewhat refreshed.

Although his first time was just a piece of cabbage, Lin Han looked at his hands and saw that his fingertips were still twitching uncontrollably.

A little laughter escaped his throat uncontrollably.

No wonder they all like the new world, no wonder they are all focused on strengthening their own power.

Lin Han had seen Song Ziyi demonstrate to him the power of immortal magic. It was indeed a very mysterious power that made people yearn for it, but perhaps he knew that the power did not come from his hands, so he had never felt it in reality.

Now, he felt it for real.

Lin Han bent down, grabbed the handle of the rocking instrument again, and lifted it up.

The mattress was very soft, and Lin Han, who was unable to control his strength well, was a little unsteady and could only use one free hand to support the wall.

He looked at the other cabbage in the room.

It held no weapons.

It had originally pounced on Lin Han probably to control him, but now it fell to the side of the bed and was trembling as it retreated.

Wasn’t he very fierce just now?

Following its gaze, Lin Han lowered his head to look at his feet. Just looking at the cabbage, it did look miserable.

The knife that was originally intended to be used on Lin Han stabbed itself instead. Perhaps due to the brittleness of the leaves themselves, the handle of the knife sank very deeply, leaving only half of the grip exposed.

Lin Han narrowed his eyes, realizing that the other party was frightened by the plight of his companions and wanted to escape.

Why are you running?

He didn't even run.

He looked at the end of the bed again. The cabbage was trembling with fear, and its leaves were a little wilted.

Lin Han tilted his head, opened his mouth, and lowered his voice: "Guard the door, don't let it run away."

Wang Kuanfu suddenly turned his head and looked straight towards the door.

In the pitch-black room, there was only empty darkness at the door, nothing at all.

He suddenly remembered that he had come in through the door, and it didn't matter whether the door was locked or not.

Then who is Lin Han talking to?

When Wang Kuanfu was about to look back, the bed behind him creaked, followed by the sound of breaking wind, and something hit the back of his head.

In a flash, he used his treasured life-saving props.

For them, life-saving props are crucial, and one less is one less.

But Zhang Jiao died in front of him, and he didn't even dare to think about saving props.

A turquoise barrier suddenly appeared, protecting his head in time, but before he could catch his breath, the barrier shattered into tiny points of light, and the iron object smashed heavily on his head.

For a moment he seemed to lose consciousness.

He seemed to fly up and then fell to the ground. When consciousness returned to his body, he was in excruciating pain. His face felt like it was being pricked by needles and burned by fire. When he opened his mouth, it seemed as if his face was being torn apart.

Tears and snot flowed down and all flowed into the wound.

He could hardly feel his own body.

But the black shadow pounced on him. Wang Kuanfu's eyes were bloodshot. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he slapped the black shadow to the side.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me, ah--" He was begging for mercy while enduring the severe pain, and the next time he opened his mouth, it all turned into wails.

Lin Han was slapped by the cabbage leaf.

The slap was as big as a vegetable leaf and hit Lin Han's face hard. The sound of the slap was so crisp and powerful that it almost knocked Lin Han unconscious.

Lin Han came to his senses and tore off the vegetable leaves in annoyance.

The eyes of the cabbage pressed under him shrank into small circles, and its mouth kept deforming, making a rustling sound like the wind blowing through the leaves.

Lin Han: I couldn’t understand what he was saying at all.

He touched his stiff face, raised the rocking instrument with both hands, and smashed it down hard.

This time, without the blue barrier blocking him, he easily smashed the cabbage into pieces.

He breathed a sigh of relief, climbed up and stood against the wall.

His hands were now truly weak, trembling uncontrollably as they hung by his side.

In fact, I’m not really tired, Su Fu’s strength is very useful.

His hands are just shaking.

"Hahaha…"

This seems to be his first time fighting...fighting monsters?

Where Lin Han couldn't see, the words were jumping rapidly.

[What a strange tool, it's analysis...huh?]

[No? Wait? Does that make sense?]

[Mom, blood seems to be flying on my face.]

[Mom, it seems like blood is flying onto my face too.]

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The author has something to say: It’s a little late [melted]