The prison is not a common building in He Wen, looking at the steel gate, it was still a little fresh for a while, but I didn't care about the prison sign, the sign with black letters on a white background, put it there vertically, if it wasn't in the middle, I'm afraid there would be some other illusions.

There was a little guard next to the door, and there should be people inside, but there was no room to see from the outside.

Directly opposite, at the end of the blood-red road, a steel gate blocked all view, so that people could not see what was inside.

The suppression of spiritual power and physical skills in this small world is huge, He Wen's physical fitness is not high now, and he has not even cultivated his spiritual power for a long time, which is not enough to escape such suppression, to be able to find here, it is already a manifestation of his mastery of spiritual power enough, and if he wants to do something with spiritual power, he really can't take a peek inside the situation.

After a few more steps, a little closer, I heard a shout from the gate: "Who, the prison is heavy, you are not allowed to approach!"

A uniformed young man with a vigilant look walked out of the gate, his eyes sharp, and he looked up and down at He Wen, who was defenseless.

He Wen's appearance looked very weak, even so, the young man did not relax his vigilance, stretched out his arm to make a stop, and did not allow He Wen to step forward again.

Just at a glance, He Wen was sure that the other party was a native of the small world, which could be regarded as a program to set up a good persona, or as an indigenous person who had not yet awakened himself, those blood-red lines were useless to them, even if they were in such an environment surrounded by blood-red, the other party could be unharmed.

On the other hand, He Wen has to transfer his own cause and effect to the cause and effect puppet every moment, and some of the dead qi that cannot be transferred and absorbed will remain around him, circle by circle, like a silkworm cocoon trying to trap him, and after more than half of it, it will cause accidents.

He had to be distracted and pay attention all the time, and the whole person was a little weak.

"I want to come and visit someone. ”

He Wen casually said an excuse, in addition to those blood red lines that ordinary people can't see, this world also follows the basic laws of the modern world, including but not limited to traffic laws and other laws and regulations, and the existence of social order is both a good thing and a bad thing.

The good thing is that you can at least limit some of the death results that are too unreasonable like knives in the sky, but the bad thing is that you want to find out something, and in this special place, it is not so easy.

"Oh, do you have a pass?" the young man was still vigilant, his tone did not relax, and his gaze became more and more scrutinistic.

Naturally, there isn't, but there is always something to give people a way to live!

He Wen smiled at him, looked at each other, and at the same time as his spiritual power hinted, he took something out of his pocket with one hand and gestured to the other party.

The young man's gaze was chaotic for a moment, looking at He Wen's empty hand, and after looking at it very seriously, his expression eased a lot, and he let him go directly.

"Thank you. He Wen smiled and thanked him, and quickly entered through a small door.

In such a moment, his speed had to speed up a few points, and he wiped the corners of his clothes, and the iron door slammed shut, almost causing some accidental damage.

The situation inside was not any better, an object that was sharpened very sharply and could not see the prototype suddenly attacked, and before the sharp sound of breaking wind sounded in his ears, he could already see that little light coming towards him, which was aimed at the throat.

It's as if someone has been in ambush for a long time, waiting to kill.

He Wen easily avoided it, the original owner's physical skills were not very good, and he would still be suppressed here, but to deal with such an attack, as long as the spiritual power can anticipate the enemy first, the response is always enough.

"Wrong, not this. ”

"Ah, he dodged. ”

Inside the prison, there is no orderly, but chaotic, as if it is □□, there are people everywhere, there are chaotic voices, and the sharp weapons that come at He Wen are not the same as just now.

In an instant, he dodged it twice more, barely getting rid of the influence of some blood red lines, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that many people had noticed the movement here, and their eyes were full of malice.

Malice is about the same as Zhen Ci to others, and it will feel a little uncomfortable to be stared at, but for people with more keen mental power, this discomfort will be infinitely magnified and unbearable.

A lot of malice seems to have the unique meaning of death of the blood red line, which makes He Wen feel not only uncomfortable, but also a strong sense of rejection, the sense of rejection that seems to be hated by heaven and earth, makes him have a lot of sharp weapons that he doesn't know where they come from.

Against a lot of malice, whether it is mental power or physical skills, it seems that they have been affected somewhat, this time He Wen's movements are the same as before, but he didn't have the good luck before, and he was injured in the end.

The stimulation caused by the pain should have been distracting, He Wen's road did not rely on pain and patience, in this regard, he was like a pampered young master, who couldn't endure hardship at all, but once he really faced it, he calmed down more easily than ordinary people.

The mental power was quickly retracted, except for the part that needed to keep in touch with the causal puppet to transfer the cause and effect, and the others were all bundled together, barely forming a small shield, covering the vital parts, and allowing sharp weapons to hurt the limbs and torso.

This decision is very timely, even if the pain continues, but in the end, these sharp weapons are too small, and it is not the era of cold weapons, where is there a machete, the biggest is just a kitchen knife, thrown far away, and it loses most of its strength when it hits the shoulder at once, and the injury and bleeding are certain, but death is still far away.

In the final analysis, the background set at the beginning of the formation of this small world is the rules, modern society determines that there can be no power beyond the convention, and under this "convention", some damage that violates common sense cannot be constituted, ordinary sharp weapons are added, and there will be no tearing or critical effect, if you want to cause death, only vital attacks.

Of course, if you want to lose too much blood and die or something, it is also in line with conventional logic, but the time required for this kind of death is bound to be long, giving He Wen a sufficient buffer time.

It is enough to have a buffer time, after getting used to those malice, He Wen has been able to look at the environment inside, among the □□, some people who have died are being resurrected, which is the player's second or third week, and only they have this kind of preferential treatment for resurrection near the place of death.

Every time they die, it is a kind of consumption of spiritual power, and spiritual power is regarded as a consumable, and their state will only be worse once.

I don't know what happened to these unlucky players who fell into prison, their eyes were numb, and it was difficult to get up again when they were knocked down by the people around them, and some even fell down and never got up again, easily ushering in another death.

That look can be described as very miserable.

He Wen saw it, but he didn't have much sad feeling that the rabbit died and the fox died, if he couldn't succeed in breaking the game, the result... Well, the results will definitely be better than theirs, after all, the system plug-in is still very useful when escaping some difficulties.

In other words, if you can get in and out, the door opened by the system is very arrogant and unreasonable.

Thinking like this, He Wen always felt that the main god above his own system was probably even more difficult to provoke, and occasionally he would have a trembling feeling when he thought about it, would he be able to escape from this shadow?

But at some point, the shelter {system} brought by this shadow is also quite gratifying, and this is the origin of He Wen's courage to put his life on the line, and his reliance is not only on himself.

"Why aren't you dead?"

The red-eyed people were not very careful, but there were still some people who noticed He Wen in front of the door, the purpose of the prison riot was to escape, the door was a must for everyone, they all looked here, naturally someone noticed He Wen's □□.

The blood red color wrapped around the body has dissipated somewhat, in the final analysis, these threads dominate the fruit of inevitable death, and death due to excessive blood loss is also death, in this process, they are considered to have completed their mission, they will disappear, and the new blood red line will also be temporarily avoided at this time, forming a relatively vacuum environment.

Therefore, even if someone discovered He Wen's strangeness at this time, no one threw any sharp weapons at him again, and even the malice just now seemed to have dissipated a lot with the anticipation of his death.

"It's a lot of fun. ”

Ignoring the pain, He Wen analyzed the current situation and found that this was his only chance, before dying of excessive blood loss, he had to find the end or source of the blood red line, no matter what was pregnant there, if he captured it, he could successfully win this game.

Maybe you can go out directly and make a beautiful turnaround.

Thinking of this, he didn't stand at the door stupidly anymore, and quickly inserted himself into the crowd, because of the avoidance of those blood red lines, even if there were many people around, no one added a few more wounds to him, so that he could smoothly follow the dense and unavoidable blood red line to see the blood cocoon in mid-air between the virtual and the real.

The blood cocoon is only the size of a palm, and in the midst of a bloody color, it is not very prominent, and it takes a careful "look" to be able to recognize some differences, it is alive, and it is like breathing to cause turmoil around it, and the people below who are □□ must also be affected by it.

"This is it. He Wen's face showed joy, he didn't know what it was, but with it, there was no problem with his life.

But this height is still not so easy to reach.

It seems that it is the distance of reaching out to pick the fruit, but it is actually very far, and it needs to be picked as a tool, and the spiritual power can be used as a tool, but He Wen's spiritual power is still a little weaker.

It's embarrassing.

is bound to get an embarrassing smile, even if no one notices, He Wen is also a little sneering, he doesn't have much time, and he is not allowed to try many methods, so... The causal puppet in his hand was thrown out like a lead ball, and the guidance of spiritual power ensured that it could hit the target, and there was a trace of spiritual power that struggled to maintain the connection with the puppet, like a candle in the wind, which gradually stabilized after possible changes, which made He Wen breathe a sigh of relief.

The author has something to say: Good thing! Congratulations! I hope to be happy in the future.

yes, it's miserable.

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