Chapter 3: Flying Beam Dao Realm

Fang Hao didn't know that there had been a "spy" in his bedroom, presenting what he had done for a period of time in front of dozens of people.

He was suffering only one thing now: he had nothing to do after he had eaten and drunk, he couldn't sleep, he was bored.

At one point, he saw a textbook on his desk that he hadn't turned over for a long time, and even had the idea of "Do you want to review it?" thoughts.

This made him wonder if there was something wrong with his head.

"Am I not crazy? Or hurry up and play the two-in-command game to suppress the shock. ”

Fang Hao is not keen on mobile games, a screen a few inches square, and some of it is covered by two thumbs, and the operation is also very rough, which is completely incomparable with the computer game experience.

But as the old saying goes, something is better than nothing, so let's make do with it.

He played a few games, put down his phone and went to the living room to drink some water, and grabbed a handful of snacks from the coffee table and put them in his pocket.

I was about to go back to the bedroom to continue the game, and I had just taken two steps when I suddenly felt a strange touch around me, as if I had been wrapped in something.

Immediately, several cracks appeared in front of him, and they continued to extend and intersect, dividing everything around him into millions of pieces.

The cracks were pitch black, like thick ink, spreading outward. In just a moment, it converged into a black tide and engulfed everything.

This process was extremely short, Fang Hao only had time to call out "it", everything in front of him seemed to turn back in time, the black tide receded, the cracks retracted, and the cracks disappeared.

The next moment, Fang Hao found himself in a completely unfamiliar place.

It was an open clearing, overgrown with fresh grass, with a few shrubs and bushes scattered in the distance.

Further afield, there are rolling hills, with ridges that stretch and wrap in a circle, like a crater.

Above is a clear blue sky, and the sun hangs obliquely, radiating a dazzling light.

"What kind of place is this? How did I get here? ”

Fang Hao looked around suspiciously, and two pieces of information suddenly appeared in his mind.

[You have entered the Flying Liang Dao Realm. 】

[You must stay here for 24 hours to obtain Dao Seed Enlightenment.] 】

[Time remaining: 21 hours.] 】

What does it mean?

Fang Hao became more and more confused.

He lowered his head and saw a mobile phone and a pack of cigarettes at his feet, which looked familiar. Especially the pack of cigarettes, which seemed to be his thing.

He bent down to pick up two things, opened the lid of the cigarette case and looked at it, and a picture appeared in his mind.

- On a terrace, a silver-gray-haired young man took four cigarettes from a cigarette case, handed them to him, and took the rest for himself.

As this image emerged, it was as if some seal had been opened.

…… Brother Bin...... Corpse...... Qin Yue......

At the same time, his brain was racing and many things were thought of in an instant and connected them.

- Brother Bing suddenly disappeared from the terrace that night, probably not because he was playing some tricks, but because he suddenly came to this place like me.

- Brother Bin died very strangely, and it is very likely that he suffered here.

- The two policemen came to me, saying and doing strange things, apparently they knew something.

- Especially that Qin Yue, who is very evil. One glance at her, I was like I had fallen into an evil spirit, and I had forgotten all about the previous events.

- The owner of the Internet café obviously doesn't remember anything before, probably the same as me. Other insiders probably did the same thing.

This shows that the police are unwilling to let this kind of unreasonable thing spread.

- So now I am neither dreaming nor hallucinating, but ...... Crossed?

- In order to get out of here and get that Dao Seed, you need to stay in this place for 24 hours.

- No, it's 21 hours.

- What if you can't last 21 hours?

Thinking of Brother Bin's death, Fang Hao's cold hairs stood up.

This is not a game, there is no spring water that can resurrect people.

So it's really going to die!

Seeing the things in his hand, he couldn't help but think, if Brother Bin also appeared in this party after crossing over, why would he throw away the cigarette and mobile phone in his hand?

These two things may not be of much use here, but they are both necessities to carry around.

Could it be that he was forced to throw it away because of special reasons, such as being attacked by something?

So I'm standing here and thinking, isn't it safe?

Fang Hao looked around vigilantly and cautiously took a few steps forward.

Suddenly, a fist-sized flying stone fell from the sky and smashed behind Fang Hao.

Fang Hao was startled, he rushed forward a few steps with his short body, and then looked back and saw that the flying stone was actually a walnut-shaped fruit pit, but it was much bigger, and it split into several petals after falling to the ground.

I thought to myself, it should hurt to be hit by this thing, but it's not fatal, right?

Suddenly, there was a palpitation, and then the mind became in a trance, and a vision appeared in front of him.

[A young man of about twenty-five or sixteen years old, standing a few meters away, bowed his head to observe the cracked kernel on the ground. 】

[Many black seeds fell out of the pit, and as soon as they touched the ground, they got into it.] 】

[In a matter of moments, the ground arched, and several branches broke through the grass, and soon grew thick and long, and pulled the young man into it. 】

[The young man struggled desperately, but the branches became tighter and tighter, and finally he couldn't move. 】

Suddenly, the image in front of him disappeared, and Fang Hao also came back to his senses.

I saw many black seeds falling out of the pits and burrowing into the grass.

"it!"

He couldn't help but be shocked, and ran away, running dozens of meters in one breath before he dared to look back.

When the branches grew to about twenty meters long, they stopped, and although they swayed towards him, they were beyond the reach of the whip.

"It's dangerous!"

Fang Hao stopped, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and found that he was still holding a mobile phone and a cigarette in his two hands.

thought to himself: "It is estimated that Brother Bin was frightened by this kind of before, so he threw down his things and ran away." I didn't throw things away, which means that the reaction and psychological quality are much stronger than Brother Bin! ”

Fang Hao claimed to praise himself in his heart, but he was actually cheering himself up.

He has already seen Brother Bin's fate, and if he wants to get out of here alive, he must be stronger than Brother Bin.

He took a moment to calm his breath, looked around, and then chose a direction to walk slowly.

He felt that in a survival challenge like this, it was easy to trigger an attack by standing still in one place, and moving slowly and carefully was the best policy.

Although I don't know if this guess is correct, at least psychologically it will be more steady.

glanced at Brother Bin's mobile phone, and the screen could still be lit up, leaving more than half of the battery, but there was no signal.

The time is 10:26 on the phone.

It's only been about ten minutes since I entered here.

There are still more than twenty hours to go, and I don't know how to get through it.

He walked slowly for more than twenty minutes at the pace of a walk, but he was safe.

I wondered if my strategy was correct or if there was a time limit for the event to be triggered.

When I was feeling lucky, I suddenly had a palpitation, and I saw a scene in a trance.

[An uncle in his thirties, walking on the grass in front of him. After a while he seemed to sense something, and began to look around vigilantly. 】

[Bulges suddenly appeared on the grass, each the size of a fist.] 】

[Uncle immediately ran quickly and stepped over the bulges.] 】

[Branches of stalagmites came out of the bulging place and soon grew to more than 2 meters long. 】

[The uncle saw that he couldn't cross it, so he looked for a place with a large gap to cross. 】

[The stalagmites are still growing and bending.] Or seven or eight, or a dozen, gathered at the top of the stone prison. 】

[The uncle flashed left and right, but he couldn't run away and was trapped in a stone prison. 】

[In the gaps between the stalagmites that make up the stone dungeon, new stalagmites grow, and those gaps are soon filled in airtightly. 】

When the vision in front of him disappeared, Fang Hao ran away like an electric shock.

However, after running less than ten meters, I saw bulges on the ground, densely distributed in front of my eyes, and people with dense phobias were afraid that they would faint on the spot.

At this moment of crisis, Fang Hao's brain became extremely clear.

He immediately realized that no matter how fast he ran, he would not be able to get out of the area before the stone prison was formed.

Since you can't escape, you can only hide.

Looking at the bulge on the ground and recalling the vision I saw before, I felt a sense of déjà vu.

He didn't have time to delve into the reasons for this feeling, and concentrated all his energy on finding the pattern of the formation of the stone prison.

Suddenly, a light seemed to appear in his head, illuminating the fog in front of him.

He slowed down, cautiously navigating the stalagmites that were being generated.

There was a banging sound in my ears, the sound of stalagmites colliding as they converged and closed at the top.

Fang Hao looked intently at his feet, looking for one correct foothold after another, ignoring those voices.

The meeting point of stalagmites never appeared above his head.

After about twenty minutes, there were no more bulges or stalagmites in front of Fang Hao's eyes, only tender green grass remained.

After taking a few more steps, I was relieved to be sure that I was out of the danger zone.

Looking back at the stone dungeons, that strange sense of familiarity resurfaced.

After walking slowly for a while, I suddenly remembered that I had indeed seen that kind of stone prison before!

It's just not in reality, it's in a copy of the game.

In one of the online games he often plays, there is a single-player survival challenge dungeon, and its setting and crisis event triggering mechanism are almost identical to this "Flying Liang Dao Realm".

The stalagmite array that I experienced just now is simply a replica of the "Stone Prison Dilemma" in the game copy.

It's just that a game is a game after all, and no matter how realistic the scene is, it is very different from the real situation.

And the player is looking at the screen from the perspective of God, which is completely different from being in a real environment.

Moreover, that copy was updated more than a year ago, and then the level of the game character gradually increased, and it has been a long time since I brushed it, so I didn't connect the two in the first place.

At that time, in order to get the highest reward of the dungeon, he spent a lot of time studying, and the strategies and skills were deeply imprinted in his mind.

Thanks to this, he was able to use the skills in the game without realizing it, and finally walked out of the stalagmite formation safely.

It occurred to me that maybe as soon as I entered here, I subconsciously associated it with a game copy.

Don't stay where you are, don't run fast when a crisis event isn't triggered, and don't turn back......

There was no information or prompt that he should do this, and at some times even he felt a little baffled.

It's just that doing so makes him feel at ease, and he's been following it.

Actually, these are the rules in the game dungeon.

This discovery made Fang Hao ecstatic.

If this "Flying Liang Dao Realm" is really a copy of that survival challenge dungeon, then it will not be difficult to clear the customs.