A white light flashed, revealing Fatso, Gyatso, and Tyrant.
"Hiss, I feel terrible. I'm going to die, I'm going to die …"
As soon as Fatso came out, he hugged his chest and screamed for help in an exaggerated manner.
Gyatso smiled, while Tyrant shook his head, a little speechless.
"Amitabha, Fatso. Even if an ordinary person enters the periphery of the radiation zone, they won't die instantly. They'll only be left with a lingering illness that's difficult to cure. You're also a veteran listener. Although Daoism isn't an advantage in terms of physical combat, your physique isn't made of paper, so it shouldn't be this bad.
Moreover, the duration of the story world shouldn't be too long. The radiation will cause some damage to our bodies, but it won't affect us too much. After all, we're going to leave this world and the broadcast will heal our bodies.
Of course, if we can't leave, then we don't have to care about the damage caused by the radiation. "
If you can't leave, then you naturally don't have to care because it means that you've failed the mission and died in the story world.
At this time, the three of them were on the slope of a mountain road. In front of them was a county town, which was similar to a more developed town in China. The buildings were all Korean style, and in the forest further away, there were a few landmark buildings. They were the nuclear power plants.
If there were no accidents, they would be the target of the story world.
"The broadcast hasn't released the main mission yet," Gyatso said to Tyrant.
Tyrant nodded. "Generally speaking, we have to explore the story world ourselves to trigger the main mission. However, Poor Monk didn't expect to be in the same world as you guys.
Fatso, how long have I been asleep? "
"I don't know, two months. That's about the same amount of time. Both of you have been sleeping beauties for two months." Fatso scratched his head. In this place, he didn't even dare to breathe loudly. Daoists were very particular about breathing and they were very sensitive to the surrounding environment. At this time, Fatso naturally despised the nuclear contaminated environment.
"What about Su Bai?" The monk asked. "Is he okay?"
Tyrant's memory only stopped at the moment when the three of them were trapped on the verge of death by 8,000 resentful souls. After that, he fell into a deep coma. However, since he was able to enter this world, then he must be safe and protected in the real world. It was the same for Gyatso.
"Da Bai is doing quite well. He eats and sleeps. He plays with his son during the day and sleeps while smelling your body fragrance at night. His days are quite pleasant."
Fatso teased.
When he heard the words' sleeping while smelling his own body fragrance ', even someone as calm as the monk could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
"There seems to be a sentry post behind it." Gyatso pointed to the back. "I saw those patrolling soldiers. They seem to be wearing anti-radiation suits."
…
Although the radiation didn't affect the listeners too much, Tyrant, Gyatso, and Fatso still went to the sentry post and forcefully snatched three sets of anti-radiation suits to wear.
In the world of the story, even if they kept a trace of themselves, it could become the key to deciding whether they lived or died.
As for leaving this radiation zone after snatching the anti-radiation suits, the three of them weren't that stupid. There were rules.
Even if the broadcast did not explain it in detail, the listeners could understand. Since the broadcast had defined the theme of this world as "Hardcore", then if one dared to think that they were smart enough to leave this environment and go to other parts of Korea or even Fattie's territory, regardless of whether this world was that big, if they dared to do such a thing, the broadcast would definitely not be stingy with explaining why the flowers were so red.
For example, if the main theme of a story world was zombies, and you were initially in a morgue, then before the main storyline expanded, you had to stay in the morgue. Even if there was no iron cage to trap you outside the morgue, even if you knew that the coffins in the morgue would not behave that night, you still had to pretend that you did not know anything and continue to stay there, waiting for danger to appear. At most, you would be asked to prepare some joss paper to burn.
"Let's go and take a look inside. Since this is the radiation zone, the county should be deserted," Tyrant said and took the lead.
Tyrant said and took the lead to walk forward. Gyatso and Fatty naturally followed behind him.
After turning the corner in front, they entered the county. At this moment, Tyrant suddenly frowned. Gyatso and Fatso also noticed something strange.
"The energy fluctuations on the road are very strong. They should be fighting," Tyrant said.
"It seems that there are quite a lot of listeners in this world. We can meet them so early and even fight them," Gyatso smiled. "This is the first world that I've been lying in for a few months and it's already a big fight."
"Let's ignore them and continue walking. Before we figure out the context of this world, we should keep a low profile. Besides, Poor Monk has a feeling that since the three of us are already here, the probability of Da Bai entering this world is also very high."
"But why didn't Da Bai appear with us?" Fatso was puzzled.
"Maybe he's somewhere else."
The three of them whispered to each other as they walked into the county.
Although it was called a county, it wasn't that big. The mountain road directly passed through the county. On one side was the sea, on the other side was the road, and on the other side were shops. Even further inside were Korean style houses. It seemed to be in an orderly manner.
The three of them walked side by side on the empty street. They couldn't see anyone here for the time being. From the details of the shops and the street, they could tell that the era of nuclear radiation should be very long ago.
When the three of them passed by a prop shop, Tyrant suddenly frowned. His gaze drifted to the prop shop. This was a prop shop that mainly focused on manga characters. There were many simulation props and dolls in the shop. Basically, the popular manga elements could be found here. However, it was obvious that the shop had been in disrepair for a long time.
Even if the owner of the shop was still alive, it was impossible for him to come and take care of it.
For some reason, Tyrant suddenly felt a little uneasy. Perhaps this was the monk's intuition. However, Tyrant didn't really stop to take a look. Instead, he continued walking forward.
However, what Tyrant didn't realize was that it wasn't just him. When Gyatso and Fatso passed by this place, they suddenly had a feeling that something was wrong. However, Gyatso and Fatso were similar. They thought that it was due to the environment and atmosphere of this story world. They didn't really think that there might be something fishy about the prop shop.
If Tyrant knew that the three of them had sensed something at that moment, he probably wouldn't have continued walking forward.
But this time, the three of them just walked past it.
When they reached the end of the street and were about to leave the county, the three of them stopped.
"What should we do? Continue walking forward? Go directly to the nuclear power plant to trigger the mission? " Asked Fatso. Usually, when he was with Tyrant, Fatso preferred to listen to Tyrant's opinion. This was because Tyrant was good at planning and planning in general. Fatso knew that he was only good at responding and responding to small matters. Both of them had their own strengths.
Tyrant took a deep breath and turned his head to look at the county again. He retracted his gaze and looked in front of him. If they followed the road and passed through the forest in front, they would reach the nuclear power plant.
"It's better to play it safe. Don't be so radical." Gyatso looked around, "There are quite a lot of people coming in this time. Let's let others scout the way for us first."
"Alright, then let's walk slowly." Fatso naturally agreed.
…
The prop shop.
The vampire's coffin.
According to the plot of the previous reincarnation, Su Bai should have woken up from the coffin when Tyrant and the rest "entered" this story world and entered the county. Then, he staggered out of the prop shop and fell into the sea, which was discovered by Fatso and the rest.
However, it seemed that because Su Bai had forcibly condensed the previous memory into a drop of his blood, he was weaker than the last time he was lying here. Even when Tyrant and the rest had passed through the county, Su Bai had not woken up naturally.
At this time, the plot had deviated. This deviation was actually inevitable. Although this story world or the black sphere had always hoped to straighten out everything and start over in the original way, it was impossible to completely follow the script.
However, at this time.
On the street outside the shop, a man and a woman walked in. The man was very short, to the extent that he could be called a dwarf if he was any shorter. The woman was very tall, and her face was very delicate. However, it was so delicate that it looked like it was carved by hand. It was a little similar to the standard face of a Korean actress.
"Yingai, you met me as soon as you entered the story world. Don't you feel very lucky?" Pan Wenji said with a fawning and obscene smile on his face.
Jin Yingai only made a nasal sound in response.
Pan Wenji was not annoyed by the soft rebuff. To him, it was indeed a very happy thing to be able to find a companion in the story world who was strengthened in the close combat system so quickly.
However, when Pan Wenji walked past the prop shop, the bell on his waist suddenly rang softly. Pan Wenji immediately raised his hand and signaled for it to stop. Then, he turned his gaze to the convenience store beside him.
"There's a living person inside. Although his vital signs are very weak, he is indeed a living person."
Pan Wenji and Jin Yingai slowly walked into the prop shop. Under Pan Wenji's signal, Jin Yingai approached the vampire coffin and then opened it.
Inside lay a man in a half-rotten state with ulcerative pus all over his body.
The moment Pan Wenji saw the man, his face immediately showed an uncontrollable excited smile.
"Haha, I'm rich, I'm rich. God is on my side, God is on my side!"
The short man was so excited that he almost danced for joy.
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