Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

The 30th day in the simulation.

Anle woke up from bed early, took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

"Finally, this day has arrived."

In fact, he didn't sleep much last night.

Anyone who knows that they will die the next day would not be able to sleep well, right?

These days, Anle has been thinking about how to break the impasse every day.

Running away is undoubtedly a dead end.

If he escaped to the forest as a [forsaken person], he might die faster.

He had a vague feeling that in the wilderness outside the village, there were dangers more terrifying than monsters.

Unless he was more than 95 percent sure, he would never risk leaving the village.

On the other hand, with Anle's current strength, it is undoubtedly a pipe dream to defeat the monster head-on.

Based on his observation.

I'm afraid that even if all the people in the village were added together, they wouldn't be enough for that white-haired monster to kill.

"This life is most likely lost."

"But I can't die in vain. I have to get some new information."

Anle had already made up his mind, and he rubbed his face vigorously as he thought about it.

"Perhaps... we can find a trick?"

******

"Uncle Lin, something bad has happened!"

Anle hurried back from the door, looking very anxious, and it didn't seem like he was pretending.

"It seems that a monster with white hair all over its body and a human face on its chest appeared outside the village!"

"It's out there roaming the jungle."

Lin Shanbai, who was sharpening his hunting knife, suddenly changed his expression.

There was a "clang" sound.

The hunting knife flew out of his hand and fell to the ground.

The old hunter was horrified, no longer as calm as usual, and said to himself: "How could it be..."

"It shouldn't have come at this time."

Lin Shanbai never suspected that Anle would lie to him.

Not to mention the life during this period, he had some understanding of Anle's character.

It is impossible for someone who has never seen the monster to describe its appearance in such detail.

"Uncle Lin, do you recognize it?"

Anle immediately asked in surprise.

"Has it been to the village before?"

The old hunter did not answer his question, but stood up and bent down to pick up the hunting knife on the ground.

My hands were trembling slightly and I couldn't hold it steady for a moment.

Anle understood his gaffe very well.

Only by facing a monster in person can one understand the suffocating ferocity of its evil aura and the huge gap between life levels.

This seems to explain from the side:

Isn’t Lin Shanbai a hermit with a hidden identity?

"follow me."

With a stern face, the old hunter took Anle and walked quickly back to his bedroom.

As soon as you enter the door, a pungent smell of herbs hits you in the face.

Anle glanced at her.

He saw a lot of residue from grinding Thousand Veins Grass, as well as several kinds of medicinal herbs that he didn't recognize.

What are all these medicines used for?

squeak-

The sound of pushing the wooden board interrupted Anle's thoughts.

A tunnel suddenly appeared beside Lin Shanbai's bed.

It was pitch black and I didn’t know where it led.

The old hunter said to Anle, "Take your weapons and run. The farther the better!"

"Never come back again."

From what he said, this tunnel can actually lead out of Chenjia Village and reach a further place?

But Anle did not run away immediately, but turned around and asked.

"What about you, Uncle Lin?

Lin Shanbai smiled miserably, his frustration clearly written on his face.

"I can't escape, not for the rest of my life."

Before Anle could ask any more questions, Lin Shanbai pushed him into the tunnel, covered it with wooden boards with a clang, and finally pressed down heavy objects on it.

He said sternly, "If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave. Go!"

Then the footsteps faded away.

Standing in the tunnel, Anle clenched his fists.

Even though he knew it was just a deduction, he still felt powerless and unwilling to accept his own weakness.

“It’s still too weak.”

"If I'm strong enough..."

However, Anle's mentality is no longer the same as before.

After a brief moment of sadness, he walked deeper into the tunnel.

This secret passage is deep and long, and I don’t know how long it took.

By the time I reached Anle, my legs and feet were sore and swollen, and finally a breath of fresh air came in front of me.

"We're almost at the exit!"

Anle felt a little encouraged, and he quickened his pace.

The exit of the tunnel was covered by dense vines, revealing a little faint light.

Anle pulled the vines aside and walked out, wanting to see the outside world.

next second.

A biting chill came over me.

******

【you are dead. 】

Anle stared at the words on the panel in a daze, not yet recovering from the shock of being suddenly killed.

"How did I die?"

He couldn't figure it out for a long time.

It is certain that this is not a trap set by Lin Shanbai.

If the old hunter wanted to kill me, why would he go through so much trouble?

He probably didn't know that the exit of the tunnel was fraught with deadly danger.

After calming down, Anle quietly accepted the legacy of this deduction.

The cold spiritual energy gathered in the dantian, becoming more condensed than before.

Moreover, Anle has not stopped practicing swordsmanship for this month.

These memories, engraved in his body and muscles, are incredibly real and pure.

Anle suddenly understood something.

This physical deduction, apart from obtaining entries, is itself a magical tool for practicing martial arts!

As long as he can live long enough and have adequate nutrition, the speed of his cultivation can be greatly improved.

Unfortunately, the existence of "People Forsaken by Heaven" destined Anle to suffer misfortune.

******

In the next five days.

Anle has been trying to avoid the inevitable death in his deductions.

However, his already poor luck seemed to have run out.

In these five simulations, not to mention turning the tide on the last day, no one even survived a week.

The good news is.

Through unremitting efforts.

[Jianghu Swordsmanship] has been upgraded from "entry level" to "mastery."

The realm also reached the second level of Qi training from the first level.

It's a small improvement.

However, Anle clearly felt that as the total amount of spiritual energy increased, the efficiency of his body in absorbing spiritual energy was lower than before.

This should be the disadvantage of not having any practice.

It is impossible to refine spiritual energy in the normal way. It all depends on the [Spiritual Body], so the efficiency cannot be very high.

But the key is.

"Where can I find a method for cultivating immortality?"

Standing at the door of his house, Anle looked up at the sky with a melancholy look.

Others who cultivate immortality can easily join a sect, at least there is an introductory technique.

Why does the style change when it comes to him?

Lin Shanbai decided to take a day off today, so Anle finally had time to sigh here.

To be honest, Anle also felt it necessary to give himself a day off.

Since the time he traveled through time, his nerves have been almost on edge.

Apart from exercising and hunting every day, I never had a good rest.

If this continues, I'm afraid I'll have psychological problems.

When he was a planner at a game company, Anle witnessed many colleagues resigning due to excessive work pressure.

There is no compensation for sudden death in this world.

With a relaxed attitude, Anle strolled around the village.

Chenjia Village is neither big nor small.

Next to the villagers' houses is a lush farmland where the newly planted crops are just sprouting new leaves.

There is also a small river flowing through the village for villagers to get water.

Whether it is for irrigation, drinking, bathing or washing clothes, we cannot do without it.

I really want to talk about it.