Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

"Dungeon simulation is on!"

"In the first year, your soul transmigrated to a small fishing village in Lianyun Mansion, and you fell ill with a serious illness, and urgently needed medicine for treatment.

But you don't know, now your parents went out to the sea to fish all night because of your illness, and they happened to meet the big monsters of the monster clan Chenhui playing in the water, and they died!

You waited a day at home and no one knew you were sick.

In the end, you didn't have any strength, and it happened that a transcendental water monster was born, and he found you when he was wandering...

you are dead! "

"Estimated time for the next dungeon simulation: 29:59"

"Am I dead..."

Stone looked at the result, and his expression was a little stunned for a while.

It is more appropriate to say that he is a stone, but it is more appropriate to say that he is the king of Yanbei Yunkonglie.

Because he was able to wear a soul to become this doll called 'Stone', he knew that the other party had already died from the serious illness yesterday.

However, Yun Konglie knew that he had already died once.

However, since he had become this doll called a stone, there would be no more Yun Konglie in the world. There were only doll stones in the small fishing village of Lianyunfu in Jiqi Dao.

But I only seem to have a fertile baby name, not a real name.

Shitou recalled hard, from the remaining memories, he vaguely discovered that his surname was 'Zhou', so he simply named himself 'Zhou Shi'.

What is the decreasing time? Some people don't understand, so forget it.

Zhou Shi struggled to turn over. At this time, he had already died once, and now his body is a little stiff, and his lower body is almost unconscious.

He rolled from the weed-covered plank to the ground, disregarding the pain in his body, and looked at his rice jar.

Now is his second day at home alone, and if you count the whole day, if you don't find some food to escape from here, you're afraid that you will suffer!

Although he was the Great Venerable of Nirvana Realm in his previous life, but now his soul is weak, and he has no means to protect himself!

After he climbed to the side of the rice jar, he opened the lid and looked at it, and his heart suddenly became cold.

The rice jar was empty, not even half a grain of rice!

Suddenly he thought that before his parents left in this life, they had boiled half a pot of mixed fish soup.

He rolled and crawled to the side of the pot, looked at the slightly milky white fish soup, hesitated for a while, then picked it up with all his strength, and poured it into his stomach, even without the broken fish bones. Let go.

After he swallowed it, he just felt better.

I didn't dare to hesitate. With the help of the method I knew, and the foundation of my lifespan, I could barely perceive the slightest traces of spiritual energy, and it was barely considered the beginning of transformation.

He is very familiar with burning life enhancement strength!

And this spiritual energy has already emerged, and in a blink of an eye, it began to spin in his body, and under the nourishment of the spiritual energy in his legs, he already had a little sense.

He looked at the crock pot in front of him, hesitated a little, knocked it down to the ground and shattered it, picking up a sharper piece.

This earthenware pot is the only pottery in the house. If he had not dared before, but now the simulation tells him that his parents have passed away, other means of self-preservation may not be comparable to this sharp earthenware pot fragment.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered something, and walked quickly outside the thatched hut. In a corner of the door, there was a small pot made of soil, with a few live fish swimming in it.

He didn't care that this was his physical playmate, so he grabbed those little fish and stuffed them into his mouth.

After he had chopped it all up and swallowed it whole, he started to think again.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to go on like this now, my state, no matter what, I can't deal with that water monster, even if it's just a metamorphosis.

I need to maintain my physical strength, but I can't, and then I will use my foundation to consume my foundation and continue to accumulate my spiritual energy..."

Such thoughts flashed through his mind, and he walked to another thatched hut not far away.

There are only three or two families on this coast, although there is no surplus food, but they can beg for a bite.

But when he knocked on the wooden door, the wooden door suddenly fell inward.

The wooden door fell, causing a burst of dust and turbid air, but after smelling the smell, Zhou Shi's expression changed.

He walked quickly into the thatched hut, but found that the house was already in a mess. The widower who used to live here was lying on the ground upright, holding a broken copper coin in his hand.

He is dead.

Looking at those wide eyes, he couldn't help but squinted slightly.

Because vaguely, he felt a little strange.

Although he didn't deal with such aura very much, but now that he has begun to degenerate, he can naturally perceive it.

Silently complained in his heart that he was offended, and Zhou Shi took away some cold and hard dry food from the house, as well as a long knife that had been broken.

It seems like this corpse... but he was afraid that the corpse would not come close.

According to his current strength, there is absolutely no way to deal with it.

Although he was a little hesitant in his heart, after thinking about it, he still returned to his thatched hut, took the tinder that had not been completely extinguished, and burned the thatched hut clean.

Unexpectedly, after the house burned, a figure suddenly ran out of the fire.

It screamed and rushed towards Zhou Shi, the rags on his body and his body were already set on fire.

Seeing such a scene, Zhou Shi was not flustered, he stood there holding his breath, and when the corpse was approaching, he suddenly waved the broken knife in his hand.

Slashed with a knife, the corpse froze slightly, and the broken knife stuck in its neck.

Seeing that Zhou Shi let go of his palms and held the pottery pot in both hands casually, he smashed it towards his head.

After a few breaths, the corpse fell down suddenly, and looking at its head again, most of it was disconnected, leaving only a few flesh and blood connections.

But the flame never went out, and after it was burnt, only a charred corpse remained.

Zhou Shi picked up the broken knife and pinned it to his waist, and rubbed his thin arm.

He is only six or seven years old now, and the strength he used just now is a little too big, a little dislocated.

At this time, he found that his simulation time had been reset to zero, and it had become 'simulated' again.

He hesitated a little, but still clicked on the simulation.

"The first year... After you learned about your death in the first simulation, you were not reconciled, and a lot of fighting spirit was born.

You eat fish soup to increase a little strength, and you who are unwilling to sit still have burned your lifespan for a year, allowing yourself to regain the aura of transcendence.

You are thinking of seeking help from your neighbors, but you find that your neighbors have already been attacked by a troll, and your body has a tendency to transform into a troll...

You used your own strength to kill the strange demon who completed the degeneration!

It's easier for you to simulate plots!

Congrats, get simulation points*10! "