"Okay, the contract is complete."
"Now, let's start the blood transfusion."
"Don't worry, no matter what happens …"
"You'll think it's just a nightmare …"
"Hehehehe …"
The old man's last laugh was a little creepy. Old Qin looked at the infusion bottle above him, and a drop of dirty blood dripped into the yellow liquid. It was exactly the same as the scene seen in the promotional video.
Then he felt a wave of weakness.
His vision darkened, and it took him a moment to regain consciousness again.
Old Qin still couldn't move. He looked to the left side of the bed, and in a large pool of blood, a huge werewolf crawled out of the blood, and dirty blood was constantly dripping from its hair.
The werewolf slowly crawled toward Old Qin, and then stretched out its sharp claws.
"F * ck, what the hell is a bloody werewolf? I can't even move!"
Although he knew that this was mostly a show effect, Old Qin still panicked. After all, this was the next generation of VR, and the immersion was very strong, unlike those traditional games that used interludes to express it.
But just when the werewolf's sharp claws were about to touch Old Qin, its body suddenly ignited in a flame, and it wailed and turned into ashes.
As soon as Old Qin breathed a sigh of relief, he felt something crawling up his leg.
Like the corpses of dwarves, these pale, bony little monsters hissed inexplicably. Their eyes were two empty holes, and their nose and mouth became a vertical hideous crack. These messengers grabbed Old Qin's legs, hands, and clothes, and climbed up to his face …
"Dog life! Dog me! "
The screen turned black, and when it lit up again, Old Qin found that he could move.
There was no one in Yushevka's clinic. Old Qin turned over from the bed and sat up with his feet on the ground.
The previous feeling of weakness was gone, and instead, he felt that his body was full of inexhaustible strength.
Obviously, to play a game character in games like "Dark Souls" and "Bloodborne Curse," all attributes of the players must be comprehensively improved.
Although everyone joked that people who didn't die without a bonfire were scum, they could at least run around with a sword taller than a person without panting. The rules of physics were very different from the real world.
Old Qin walked around the room and found that it was messy enough.
The chair had fallen to the ground. There were many books on the surrounding bookshelves, but they were all covered in a thick layer of dust. Some of the books were scattered on the ground. Various broken surgical tools were placed randomly on the cabinet. There were also various broken blood transfusion bottles on the ground.
Everything around him was dim and shabby. The floorboards creaked when stepped on, as if they had been abandoned for a long time. But this place could actually be used for blood transfusion, which made Old Qin feel very strange.
No matter how he looked at it, this place looked like a ghost town.
On the chair next to him, there was a very conspicuous piece of paper. Old Qin picked it up and found that it was written in a very sloppy handwriting, "Find the Pale Blood and win in the hunt."
"Nice. This is the feeling of Dark Souls that I haven't seen in a long time. Chen Mo was the only one who could create such a strange feeling. Just throw a piece of paper on the chair and write a few sentences without any rhyme or reason on it. That's how it is. "
"Don't rush. I'm still not too familiar with the controls of this new gaming cabin. Let me calm down first."
Old Qin had just bought the Matrix gaming cabin, so he wasn't used to the new controls yet.
The previous VR gaming cabin only required a thought in the brain, and the character would execute the corresponding actions. All the actions were designed.
But now, all the actions had to be done by himself, and the various sensory experiences were infinitely close to the real world.
Old Qin was worried that he would be scared. After all, the immersion was so strong that the game experience was like a nightmare. Many players' fragile little hearts wouldn't be able to withstand the slightest movement or environmental cues.
But Old Qin realized that he was worrying too much. He wasn't afraid at all, but had the urge to rush over.
This was also the benefit of the consciousness implantation technology. It could largely eliminate the negative emotions of the players, allowing them to play the game in a calmer state.
In other words, there wouldn't be too much of a difference between brave and timid players. Moreover, there was a vital sign detection device to ensure that nothing went wrong.
Old Qin tried to move around, including punching, kicking, dodging, bending, jumping, rolling, and so on.
The physical fitness of the character in the game far exceeded that of a normal person, so these actions weren't difficult for Old Qin, especially dodging, which was very agile. The only thing he wasn't used to was rolling. Originally, he only needed a thought in his mind, and the character would automatically roll, but now he really had to do it himself …
However, rolling was not necessary, because Old Qin could also quickly dodge to the front, back, left, and right, and retreat. The distance would be shorter than rolling, but the movement was more flexible. In addition to bending, jumping, and other movements, he could rely on these movements to avoid the boss's attack, replacing the operation of rolling.
Everything was fine, the only problem was, where's the weapon?
Dark Souls gave him a weapon right off the bat, and the prequel at least had a broken sword, but Bloodborne Curse was empty handed …
"According to Chen Mo's personality, the weapon must be hidden somewhere up ahead. … What the hell is this wolf? "
On the first floor of the clinic, a giant wolf was gnawing on a bloody corpse. Its body was more than two meters long, and its claws were a few times larger than Old Qin's head.
"Crunch, crunch …"
This was the sound of the giant wolf gnawing on the corpse, making one's teeth ache just by hearing it.
Old Qin carefully tried to walk past the giant wolf, but the wolf was very sensitive. It pounced at Old Qin with its claws and fangs, taking out two-thirds of Old Qin's HP with just one swipe!
"… I knew it was Salent's scheme, I won't fall for it, hehe."
Old Qin sprinted forward, instantly distancing himself from the giant wolf. He then calmly pushed open the door and walked out.
As expected, the giant wolf didn't follow him.
"Look! Look! Anyone who has played the prequel to Dark Souls would know that this is a reserved track. Just like the big butts in the prequel to Dark Souls, they weren't meant for you to hit them, but for you to run out and get your weapons before dealing with them. Alright, let's go look for weapons. "
Old Qin was impressed by his own intelligence.
As expected, there was an item under the tombstone in the courtyard, emitting an alluring white light. Old Qin didn't bother to complain about the mass grave outside the clinic, and happily ran over to pick up the white light.
Ten Mercury Bullets.
"… Alright, looks like it's still up ahead," said Old Qin.
Pushing open the clinic door, Old Qin found a corpse with an item on it.
"It must be a weapon this time! Give me a weapon! "
Old Qin happily picked it up. Four blood bottles.
Old Qin: "???"
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