I don't know how long it took, Duchamp woke up from his coma. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the starlight was fading and the sky was white, which was the scene of dawn.

Duchamp rolled his eyes and noticed that his hearing and vision had returned to normal.

If it weren't for the broken clothes on his body and the wounds on his hands and feet, he would almost have thought that it was Nan Ke's dream.

He looked to both sides and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Just two or three meters to the left and right of his slumber, there was a landslide, and at this moment he was lying on the dilapidated path leading from the mine avenue to the monastery.

It was already a mile away from the monastery gate. In the situation of losing all five senses last night, I can still touch and climb so far, and the strength of people's survival instinct is really beyond imagination.

After sighing a few lucks in succession, he hurriedly got up and checked the injuries on his body, fortunately it was only some epidermal injuries, and with the strong recovery ability of his body, he had almost recovered.

Counting the time, he was in a coma for almost 5 hours.

Fortunately, he killed none of the little monsters in the vicinity last night, otherwise, it would have become a supper for the little monsters.

He couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh: "Lao Tzu's life is so hard!" ”

He touched the beggar's clothes on his body, quickly took out the spare clothes from the package, hurriedly changed them, put the clothes he had changed back into the package, applied two healing techniques, endured the headache, and left in a hurry.

Walking to the mouth of the tunnel, he hesitated, thinking that if he returned to the mining town at this time, it would be difficult for him to escape the eyes of the townspeople who had risen early.

He let out a long sigh and walked down the tunnel, in the direction of Crossbell.

Walking out of the Mainz Mine Tunnel, there is a huge waterfall in front of you, rushing down to form a raging stream, the morning glow has come out, reflecting the stream into a golden scale, swimming like many fish.

Duchamp was dizzy, and when he saw this scene, he suddenly remembered that the tourist map marked that this was a famous place for rainbow trout fishing, and there was a stopover next to it.

Instead of rushing early in the morning, it is better to rest here first, and when the guide bus arrives, you can take the bus back.

Duchamp glanced at himself in the water, his hair was messy and shapeless, his face was as pale as a dead man, and he couldn't help but sigh when he thought of last night, using his hands and feet together, groping and escaping: I was so embarrassed to escape.

He approached the stream, freshened up, and felt a little human. Then he took out the canvas chair from the package and sat down, took out the bait box and feathered fishing rod and put it aside, pretending to be fishing, but in fact closed his eyes and recuperated.

Duchamp sank his mind into the player's system and looked at it, and couldn't help but be shocked, some of the functions had turned gray, and he was about to take a closer look, when he suddenly heard the sound of a vehicle on the road.

Duchamp hurriedly got out of the player system and looked at the road from a distance, only to see a small guide car driving over, looking at the paint and ceiling lights on it, it was the style of a police car, driving from the direction of Cross Bell and driving away in the direction of the mine.

Duchamp muttered inexplicably: "These policemen are diligent. ”

Last night suddenly encountered a big danger, and the player system automatically flashed countless prompts, and Duchamp had the energy to pay attention to them one by one at this time.

He looked at the firewall first, it was completely shattered, and the two labyrinths had all collapsed in a crushing manner, and they could only be rebuilt.

There is a harvest in the sandbox, and when the stars in the sea suppress the external forces, an invading spiritual power sample is extracted from the sandbox and is being cracked.

What's even more terrifying is that in the battle statistics, the system calculates that Duchamp's mental power has been swallowed up by about one-tenth in the struggle with that force, which is really a bolt from the blue.

The higher the mental power, the higher the efficiency of the player system, and the more functions that can be developed and called. Even when facing the professor, Duchamp's mental power is obviously superior, which is Duchamp's confidence to dare to tease the professor.

However, this time, Duchamp profoundly realized how stupid his previous optimism and arrogance were compared to the mysterious power of this world, which was so small and vulnerable.

Now, the sequelae of mental overdraft are gradually coming on. The rising sun is shining on the body, making the skin feel very comfortable, but the spirit has been sluggish, as if the old man is drowsy, and it is useless to use spells to heal.

Duchamp was struggling with this inexplicable discomfort, and suddenly remembered that there were all kinds of potions sold in the mall, so it was better to buy a bottle and knock it on, so as to save himself from suffering so much.

He opened the mall, looked for it in the large item of potions, and found that there were several possible symptoms: mental stimulation potions (to increase mental attributes for a period of time), strengthening mental potions (permanently increasing mental attributes by 50%), and refreshing potions (repairing damaged mental power).

Although these things are good, they are more expensive, a bottle of refreshing potion costs 1000 ingots, and several others are more expensive.

Duchamp sighed, and spent money to buy a bottle of refreshing potion, but he couldn't take it out, and after buying it, the potion, and drank it automatically. A sense of fullness rose from Duchamp's brain, and the stimulated brain and spirit regained their vitality, and every cell in his body roared with joy. Compared to just now, it was like a hell, a paradise.

Duchamp felt the physical reaction wholeheartedly, and sighed, this kind of thing is to release mental power, and it is better to do less in the future, and it is the right way to retreat at home and defend with firewalls and antivirus software.

However, even if you drink the refreshing potion, you can't make up for the permanent loss of mental power.

Duchamp was annoyed for a long time, thinking that there were still psychotropic potions in the mall, and the spiritual power that had been permanently lost today was better to drink the medicine to replenish it.

Just do it, he spent another 20,000 yuan to buy a psychotropic potion. As soon as this potion was used, he suddenly felt a burst of clarity in his head, the swimming scales in the water, the heavenly birds in the sky, moving and still, he felt it clearly, and his brain domain instantly became clear.

"Brother, is this an increase in brain volume?"

Du Shang didn't expect that the strengthening effect of this bottle of medicine on people was so obvious, he stared at the remaining several strengthening potions in the store for a long time, and then stared at the number of his ingots for a long time, thinking that he might still have to use ingots to save his life, he endured it for a long time, suppressed the urge to exchange the remaining potions in one breath, and closed the mall interface.

"Where do I go to get some artifacts to fill in?" He thought about it for a long time, and then laughed self-deprecatingly.

The last time he was completely out of shit luck, how the artifact was delivered, he still doesn't know, how can he expect the same good thing to happen again.

"It's better to do the task honestly and get rewards." Duchamp said to himself, staring at the latest task, and looked at it seriously.