Swords, spears, and shields made from special mountain spirit grass.
The knife was an extremely sharp theatrical knife, with a thin blade and a thick back. Some patterns were engraved on the blade. Lin Feng could feel its sharpness as soon as he took it out, which meant that even without burning it, it still had a certain deterrent effect.
The gun itself wasn't particularly unique; it was just a submachine gun similar to an MP5, with some patterns engraved on the body that he couldn't understand.
The shield was similar, foldable in size, which basically met his idea. In fact, he wanted a super large shield, just like the one Li Xuan summoned for defense.
Conversely, this thing can also be used to hit people, like a Taoist priest striking unexpectedly.
However, the patterns on these weapons also stirred up other expectations in his heart, and he trusted Louis's idea more than he thought.
When all of these were delivered to Hong Linggui, her conversation with Yu came to an end. She then turned to Lin Feng and told him about the Evil Plum Bone Tempering Blade.
"Forehead..."
You wouldn't believe it until you hear it; before the words were even finished, Lin Feng felt a chill run down his spine.
The sword technique in Yu Yan's eyes was different from what he had seen before. It was an extremely evil thing, completely twisted and mutated into another strange thing disguised as a martial arts technique.
Seek out five masters of unparalleled swordsmanship, temper their bones and refine their flesh, forge the Evil Plum Bone-Tempering Blade, attach it to your arm, and you will become the best in the world.
After saying the last sentence, Lin Feng suddenly calmed down, focusing his attention on the last word he wrote: "Number One Under Heaven".
He knew very well that this was a technique recognized by the Nightmare Space...
After a long silence, waiting for the fire in the brazier to go out, Lin Feng glanced at the screen on the control panel and stepped into the illusory car that had suddenly appeared beside him.
The car resembled an SUV, had no markings, and was black at the front and rear, with a wisp of smoke drifting around it. Yu opened the car door curiously and climbed inside. The burned paper figure sat in the driver's seat, while Hong Linggui and Lin Feng sat in the back.
The interior is spacious, allowing you to stretch your legs out, and the seats are very comfortable, giving you a dreamy, floating feeling.
After Lin Feng sat down, he took out the last instruction manual, which contained information about these items collectively known as paper artifacts in the workshop area: "Paper artifacts can help ghosts quickly construct different things. Their main power comes from the ghost's soul power, resentment, obsession, etc..."
After reading it, Lin Feng handed the instructions to Hong Linggui, picked up the control panel and said, "Open the car window, leave a scent, and drive along the outer edge of the mountain range. Don't go too deep inside."
Hong Linggui nodded, and the paper figure in the driver's seat immediately stepped on the gas.
This delicate paper figure is not as terrifying as those in folklore. It has short, messy hair, wears a suit and sunglasses, and only its stiff face looks slightly awkward.
As the car rapidly climbed the mountain road, whether driving at an angle or downhill, there was no sense of imbalance inside the vehicle.
They quickly circled around a mountain peak, and at that moment, three red dots appeared on the map in the control panel, representing Li Xuan and his two companions who had crossed the mountain peak. They had taken a long detour, avoiding the cultists as much as possible, to return to the City God Temple.
Half an hour later...
Lin Feng continued tapping his finger, and the drone that flew out from the mechanical dog switched to a wider field of view, turning towards the black water river they had crossed earlier.
The key to getting back lies with the healthy person. If that person is dead and there are no other options, then the best course of action is to search along the river.
He won't place all his hopes on this one thing.
The drone flew along the river, and after more than ten minutes, its built-in AI spotted a dark dot wading through the water ahead. Zooming in quickly, the monitoring screen suddenly revealed a group of bald monks advancing forward.
"Shaolin alms-begging monk: Sins all arise from the heart. Transform the wisp of greed in your heart and save a whole group of people."
There were about thirty monks, all dressed in rags, but with fat heads and big ears.
Zooming in, the monk on the screen became clearer, revealing a group of flesh-on-flesh, bellies pressed against backs.
Upon closer inspection, these monks all had remarkably similar facial features, resembling Maitreya Buddha, with their thick feet protruding from layers of plump, greasy flesh.
What a strange team...
The people look like people, but this group doesn't look like people at all...
The AI notification sounded, and Lin Feng's heart was stirred by just one glance.
At this moment, Yu, who had peeked over to check, suddenly poked him and pointed at the screen again. The monks who had been moving forward started spinning around in place, turning their heads around to look for something.
Raise your gaze slightly, and all you see is a dead forest and the black river that barely reaches your calves.
When he looked back at the group of monks again, a chill ran through him. Half of the monks were looking in the direction of the drone. They took a few steps with a puzzled expression, and then, under Lin Feng's horrified gaze, they all stepped forward, changed direction, and went upstream.
They've been discovered...
How was it discovered?
Before he could think it through, an indescribable fantasy interrupted his thoughts: Who exactly turned this world into this? What kind of bizarre ability caused this transformation?
Lin Feng's usually calm heart was trembling. He might not have felt this way in the cyber world, but here he fully experienced the invisible pressure that comes with being a participant.
Why would the participants care about the destruction of the world? All they need to do is seize resources. What difference does it make if this land, which has almost no connection to them, is gone?
The camera quickly switched back to the other three people, and Lin Feng temporarily abandoned any intention to continue exploring this world.
"Yu, keep an eye on things for me." Lin Feng let out a long sigh of relief and shook his aching neck.
Yu nodded and took the control panel.
Sitting back down, Lin Feng continued to circulate his mental cultivation technique, clearing away the chaotic thoughts and stabilizing his emotions.
After completing one round of cultivation, his temporarily refreshed spirit allowed him to take out the primary gene enhancement fluid and inject it into his thigh.
The drug flowed rapidly through his body with his blood, and waves of heat touched his cells, enveloped the hyphae, and rushed into his brain.
A wild, textured aura flowed between his cells, breaking through cell walls, intruding into the cell nucleus, impacting every part of his body, and disrupting his thoughts.
Soon, a cool sensation protected his mind. Lin Feng continued to circulate his mental cultivation technique, actively accepting the intense heat rushing into his brain.
Unbeknownst to him, the feeling gradually subsided, and a new power arose within him, filling every corner of his body.
"Unlock the genetic potential!"
Lin Feng's body trembled, and an instinct arose spontaneously, leading countless cells to grab the mycelium parasitizing his body.
The first stage of the gene lock granted by the Nightmare Space is a subjective on/off state. After the exchange, he seemed to have regained a certain instinct and gained the ability to mobilize all his senses and unleash his potential.
What he's doing now is preventing the rampant mycelium from spreading uncontrollably, and instead getting it to adapt and become part of his body, just like probiotics.
A silent transformation began. The cells, strengthened throughout the body, finally gained a voice, and with the help of demonic power, they gradually cleared away the excess mycelium.
"Basic attribute increases: Stamina, Agility, and Strength all +4, Spirit +2, Intelligence +1"
Basic Attributes: Stamina 8, Spirit 9, Intelligence 7, Agility 10, Strength 8
By the time the enhancement was complete, Lin Feng's weak arms had become much fuller, and a new feeling arose in his heart: if some of his attributes were raised to 10 or even higher, he could ignore the side effects of unlocking the first stage of the gene lock.
"Oberon Biochemical Combat Suit: Strength and Agility +1 each"
Correspondingly, the attributes of his combat suit decreased slightly. Originally it was +2, but now his agility is recorded as +1 on the panel. However, the agility attribute did not exceed 10 after the +1 effect, and his strength became 9.
A score above 10 seems to be a threshold, especially since the feeling of his spirit exceeding 10 last time was particularly clear to him.
Turning their attention to the mycelium within the body, after the initial cleansing, they seemed to sense danger and attempted to escape, but were all suppressed in place by the demonic power.
If he were to let them escape, his body would first have to be disemboweled.
During this time, some of the mycelium unexpectedly linked with the coprophagia curse on the back of the hand, forming a strange energy link.
After much deliberation, Lin Feng opened up some of the cells, gradually accepting the mycelium, and continued to clear away some of the overgrown mycelium.
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