"What is this place?" I asked.

All I remember is that I escaped from the Prison Mountain Asylum and followed a group of very unprofessional archaeological expeditions all the way to where I went.

The memories in the back are as if they have been deleted by data, and they don't feel anything.

Looking at the surrounding environment, the yellow sand is rolling, the strange rocks are craggy, and it should be in the northwest area.

Why am I here?

There were a lot of lying corpses on the ground, and it looked like they had been attacked during a group fight.

There was a masked man picking up a corpse.

"Aha?" He also had a purple scroll in his hand, much like the one I had found in the coffin of the burial chamber.

Looking at the clothes of the people lying on the ground, I thought I might have crossed over.

In view of the different tones for ten miles, I had to try to repeat it again in the standard Beijing dialect: "I ask you, what is this place?" ”

"Gu Yao Dynasty, the desert border." When he spoke, he pronounced words very clearly, and he couldn't make out the accent of any place.

"Girl, what are you! Why is it here all of a sudden? "His voice is good, his voice is low, very Su, very flirtatious.

"Someone you don't know." I replied.

"Okay." He sighed, trying to cover up and continue to pick up the corpse.

But I still feel like a gaze is always on me. It made me feel very uncomfortable, like a lone wolf guarded by a hunter.

I deliberately sold a flaw, and he did it to me.

"I'm sorry!" His tail note rose slightly, and even through the black cloth, I could guess that he had a hypocritical smile on his face.

I swept away my legs.

He rolled back, picked up the machete on the ground, and threw it at me.

I want to avoid it, but naturally I can. But that would definitely be a flaw.

Therefore, I pretended not to see it, and let the machete stick in my shoulder, trying to subdue him before he could react.

However, he was only slightly surprised.

We fought a few more back and forth.

He was better than me, and after a few rounds, I was falling behind.

But he did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but forcibly retreated backwards for a distance, raising his hands to show surrender: "I surrender, can't I surrender?" Woman, take care of the wound on your shoulder first! ”

"My name is Luo Chulin." I said, trying to pull the knife out of my shoulder. But the knife was so deep that I had no choice but to remove my entire arm and shoulder.

"Woman! Luo Woman, calm down! Be merciful! Don't beat yourself up! That's not how wounds are treated! His eyes widened, and he almost burst into words.

I ignored him. Grimacing.

Of course it hurts to tear my arm off like this. But over the years, I've gotten used to it. It's just that when it grows back, it's a little hot and itchy. It's very uncomfortable

Self-healing pictures can easily bring psychological shadows to people, especially dense phobias.

Pink granulations crawled out of the wound, like minced meat poured out of a meat grinder, and little by little it was pinched into the way I was before I was injured. The exterior keeps tumbling and turns into skin.

If a normal person sees such a scene, most of the SAN value will go to zero.

But he was just taken aback, and then burst into foul language.

He stopped searching the "corpse" on the ground, and rushed in front of me in three steps and two steps, grabbing my arm and looking at me without seeing it.

It's like looking at some exotic species.

What do you want?

Have you sliced me into it?

"Get out!" I shook off his groping hands.

He quickly realized his faux pas, and hurriedly took a few steps back, distanced himself, and made an apologetic gesture saying, "Sorry haha!" It's only the first time I've seen a twelfth-order cultivator who hasn't been registered by the Outer Court, and I'm a little surprised. ”

Cultivators?

If you use the classification method of my original world, I am indeed the twelfth order. But I'm a twelfth-order superpower.

The 12th order of innate ability, the ability is infinite self-healing.

I pondered the term "heterogeneous."

It looks like the grading is the same, like the world's collective term for the Paranormal.

"With you and Seki?" I snorted, "Search your corpse!" ”