Dyson found that he had more than 3,200 points in hand, and he could actually use only 3,000 points, because the smallest price on the list was also 500 points, and more than 200 points could not be used at all.

Looking at this familiar list, he felt as if he had gone back to the past, but 27:05 in the upper right corner kept reminding him that he was just a soul now. If you don't take longevity pills, you can only live for 27 days and 5 hours.

"Hey, I haven't stayed in the Elon world for almost thirty days, it's only been a day in the real world (a clerical error in the previous chapter, one hour should be changed to one day), and I still have twenty-seven days to live. In fact, this situation is still the best, and when you venture into other worlds, your lifespan is still based on the realistic speed of time passing. ”

Dyson was happy to find that he had much more life left than expected, and no one wanted to live, even if he only had his soul left. However, for the three thousand points on hand, he planned not to redeem the Huàn Longevity Pill for the time being, and all of them were used to enhance his own strength.

This time in the Elon world, he lost his previous bloodline and skills, and in order to earn these 3,000 points, he had two brushes with death, and now he still has palpitations when he thinks about it. It would have been much better if there had blood in the body at that time.

After completing the huàn, Dyson felt much stronger and full of strength. This feeling is not unfamiliar, I experienced it once before when I was still alive.

It suddenly occurred to him that when he was still alive before, adventurers also entered the dream realm and participated in adventures in a soul state, otherwise it would not have felt so similar. Even the adventure watch is still in the familiar style, and it hasn't changed at all.

Didi, a reminder sounded on the adventure watch: "Do you accept the mission to explore the world of Elon?" Kill nobles and mages to earn points......"

Dyson smiled bitterly, and suddenly felt that it was not without benefits after death, at least he didn't have to complete a task like a living person to rest for a while, and he could continue to participate in adventures.

Although he could continue to participate in the adventure, he still chose to refuse, feeling tired and in need of rest. In fact, he knew that it was just a feeling, and he didn't need to rest at all without a body.

"Try not to spoil the feeling, it makes me feel like I'm still alive." Dyson chose to leave and returned to the real world.

The entrance is a verdant green, covered by a dense canopy of trees, so that no sunlight can be seen. As soon as he saw this typical rainforest landscape, he knew where he was now, in Myanmar, in the place of sacrifice.

Dyson looked down at the small dirt bag at his feet, he knew it was his grave, and he watched his comrades bury his body in the soil.

The tomb was very rudimentary, with only a rough wooden plank as a tombstone, which read: Dyson, we will take your body back soon, this is only a temporary storage.

Regardless, he was grateful for this way of being in the ground, allowing him to enter the dream realm again, instead of being like a lonely ghost who couldn't do anything all the time.

From the mouths of the other deceased who entered the dream, Dyson knew that everyone had entered the dream after burial, so he had to tell his comrades not to bring his body back to China.

He didn't know what would happen if he moved the corpse, that he would never be able to enter the dream again? Or can't even maintain the state of the soul, and dissipate directly between heaven and earth? He didn't want to change at all, and he couldn't be buried in his hometown.

Dyson only waited for half a day before he heard the whistling of a helicopter in the canopy-obscure sky overhead, and he laughed and said, "Haha, it's still coming so fast!" These guys, don't they know how to rest. ”

Listening to the shrill whistling, he felt his eyes heat up, as if something was about to flow down, but he desperately held back, not wanting his comrades to see it.

Boom! A black nylon bag with three shovels fell from the helicopter, smashing a small hole into the ground and a thumb-thick rope dangling to the ground. Soon, three athletic soldiers in forest camouflage slid down the rope.

Seeing these three familiar figures, Dyson couldn't help but shout: "Fierce son, pillar, big head!" ”

However, the three soldiers did not react in the slightest, and after falling to the ground and standing firm, they moved their muscles a little, picked up the shovel from the ground, and were about to start digging.

Dyson suddenly realized that he was dead, and the living could not hear him. According to the information exchanged by the deceased adventurers, even if there are superpowers among the comrades, as long as there is no contact, they still can't see themselves as souls.

With a click, the shovel thrust deep into the soil, and then the shovel detached and was thrown a meter away.

"No!" Dyson began to get scared, he didn't want to change his current state, but no matter how he shouted, his comrades didn't hear it.

"Stop, stop for me!" He rushed over and kicked the shovel in the hand of the fierce man.

This time, Dyson's behavior finally affected reality, and the shovel in Mengzi's hand escaped and flew two meters away, interrupting the movement that was about to be inserted into the soil.

Oh, it turns out that the mouths of those deceased adventurers are full of affection xù which means! He understood what he had to do to affect the objects in reality, and immediately kicked the pillar away like the shovel in the hands of the two big heads.

There was such a strange thing as the shovel in his hand being kicked away, and the enemy figure could not be seen, so the three soldiers immediately drew their pistols from their waists and stood guard against the surroundings.

"Damn, what is this, why can't you see any shadow at all?"

"Maybe it's the latest invisibility cloak researched by the United States? I've heard they've made a lot of progress. ”

"It can't be a ghost, I heard that Myanmar's head-lowering technique is very powerful, and it can kill people invisibly."

The three of them said incomprehensible words, but their eyes were very cold, their movements were very standard, and they observed the surrounding three hundred and sixty degrees twice, but they still did not find anything abnormal.

"Look, there's a word on the ground!"

The loose dirt shoveled out by the shovel appeared one after the other out of thin air, as if an invisible hand was writing.

"Damn, you can't hear me, and you're still digging my grave, so I'm going to kick your shovels and say hello."

After reading this line, Mengzi, Zhuzi, and Datou said excitedly: "Captain, is it you?" ”

Dyson continued to write on the dirt: "Of course it's me, I won't let other ghosts take over my grave and shoot one to death!" Don't you go online? Now all the Internet is talking about the fact that the soul still exists after death. ”

"We don't want to get your body back to China as soon as possible." (To be continued.) )