MTL - The Daily Life of the Immortal King-v3 Chapter 2113 Unknown plot (1/86)
"The Daily Life of the Immortal King (
The cell is cramped, damp, and dim, and the surrounding environment is so real that one wonders if this is reality or a game.
White Sheath can be considered to have designed a game that spans the era, and it has directly updated the entire industry, which is shocking.
It is worthy of being highly praised by players during the internal testing stage, and listed as a masterpiece of cross-generation works. It must be known that the last company listed as a madman in the game industry was Mi Xiyou.
Wang Ling doesn't play games very often, especially those that draw cards and gold. His luck is always very good. Even if he doesn't have gold, he can draw all the rare cards.
As for the cost of krypton gold, in Wang Ling's opinion, it's better to save it and buy plain noodles. He doesn't know what Chen Chao and Guo Hao think. A single 648...is really willing to donate all of his wealth.
However, Wang Ling did not reject the game. After all, the fun of the game itself is still there, as long as everything is not excessive.
For example, this "Legacy of Sanxian'er", Wang Ling originally thought it was not interesting, but now it looks a little more interesting than he thought.
He closed his eyes and meditated on the mantra, watching the passive layers of his "God descends to the world" mantra constantly being superimposed, reaching the seventy-two layer.
Wang Ling already had 785/820 HP, of which 70 drops were his initial HP, and the initial HP of his original profession was 100 points, but because he was in a state of injury and starvation, Wang Ling lost the start of the game. 30 drops.
But it doesn't matter, anyway, he already has a blood volume bar and dripping blood, even if the negative state makes him deduct 5 points per hour, he can last for a long time.
What is the concept of 820 drops of blood? In the Sanxian'er Dharma Ring, the little bosses in the initial map have almost as much HP.
The head of the cell was very surprised. He had never seen such a strange person who went beyond the limit and became even higher. In addition, he was "taunted" by Wang Ling first, which made him very angry.
That's right, this mockery was in double quotes. He thought that Wang Ling was mocking him, but in fact Wang Ling really didn't.
Wang Ling was also very aggrieved. He was just telling the truth, how could he pretend to be a force?
So now Wang Ling found out that the look in the eyes of the prison guard was very wrong.
Most of the time they want to get revenge on themselves.
Shaoqing, the door of the old room was opened, and it was the prisoner again.
Wang Ling saw that his eyes were sharp, and he looked at him with a fierce look on his face. His eyes were sharp: "You! Come with me!"
Soon, a system prompt came in front of Wang Ling.
【You have triggered an unknown plot】
Until then, Wang Ling suddenly realized that something was wrong.
He practiced here for a while, but he forgot about the balance mechanism in the game. Since some of the spells in the white sheath were designed based on the concept of the Tao of Heaven, it must have increased the monitoring of balance.
In other words, the plot that I encountered at this stage was triggered by the game world for balance considerations.
After all, before he even went out to the first map of Novice Village, the overall health of the characters had already broken through to 820, which was too outrageous.
While the head of the cell led him forward, Wang Ling carefully observed the surrounding environment, trying to find the surrounding bonfires.
Yes, in the Sanxian Er Dharma Ring, every bonfire that appears in the map is a save point.
And now Wang Ling can't even find a single save point, which means that the next [unknown plot] encountered, if he doesn't handle it properly, the mental formula he has just read for so long will be in vain... The data will be in vain at that time. It will be smoothed directly and start all over again.
This can be described as a pain that players of soul-based games must endure. Although Wang Ling doesn't play very often, and has never eaten pork, he has seen pigs run!
He had seen the live online games of Chen Chao and Guo Hao on the Internet, and he had thrown coins for the two of them, and so far they didn't know that the person who put the coins was Wang Ling.
As Wang Ling expected, the plot script began to develop in a not-so-good direction.
On the way, the head of the cell didn't say a word. He didn't take Wang Ling out of the cell, but walked towards the back of the cell.
As the surrounding air became colder and colder, Wang Ling also felt a touch of the usual atmosphere in horror games.
He removed a vegetable jar that was half a person high, revealing the opening of the underground cellar in the cell.
Wang Ling raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect the passage of the dark cellar to be hidden in this place.
And it was still covered with the old sauerkraut jar where the sauerkraut was made. How strong the taste must be! Is it true that mold will not grow in a dark and damp place like a prison cell?
Shouldn't you have to pour it into the pit and step on it to add a little bit of athlete's foot when you pick up the sauerkraut?
At this moment, the head of the cell sneered at Wang Ling.
"You, go down!"
Wang Ling's heart was quiet. He didn't slap his skin, but followed the cell head's instructions and walked down the stone steps. The gloomy background music echoed directly in the dark cellar.
Dark, cold, terrifying and full of resentment smells blowing!
Just as Wang Ling stepped onto the bottom floor of the dark cellar along the stone steps, countless deformed hand and foot prints emerged like a tide on the wall made of mud tiles, exuding faint firefly flames!
Every cell has a lynching ground. Obviously, this dark cellar is a special lynching space for Wang Ling's cell. The prisoners imprisoned here only have to offend the people in the cell, or not pay enough of the atonement silver, it is possible to be brought here.
And in the process of lynching, many people died...
The head of the prison was showing off his might. He felt that Wang Ling was not very involved in the world, and as long as he imposed a small punishment, he would be scared to kneel on the ground and beg him for mercy.
But I don't know why, this young man's face has no expression from beginning to end, from beginning to end is a standard dead fish-eye paralyzed face!
No matter how terrifying the atmosphere in the dark cellar was, he completely ignored it!
Wang Ling yawned.
Even the real reality here wouldn't scare him, let alone a game.
Although the atmosphere rendering and the environment have indeed been made to be real, almost the same as reality, but Wang Ling's heart has always been calm.
Wang Ling was pondering what the prison head would do next, but found that his passive layers of "God descends to the world" were inexplicably stacked on top of each other.
He... is he pretending again?
Is this coercion?
Wang Ling didn't understand, but his heart was shocked.
At this time, the head of the cell finally understood that he was underestimating the abominable dead fish eye in front of him.
At this moment, he finally opened his eyes in anger, revealing his true colors in the empty dark cellar, and kicked Wang Ling's chest with a sharp kick.
However, Wang Ling's figure never moved.
Never felt any pain.
Just saw the blood volume value dropped.
It was just 795/830…
Now 794/830…
Little brother can't do it!
This foot is quite heavy, and it has only been reduced by 1.
Wang Ling sighed.
Slightly disappointed with the prisoner's kick.
