Different Dimension Game

Wang Hao suddenly found that he also had some tendency to be abused. Maybe it was because he was used to the smooth flow of the water, but it felt good to be abused every once in a while?

"Grandma, good morning, grandma..."

Control the character and eat the tortilla next to the pillow once again.

I eat.

He couldn't help laughing at himself: "Look... it goes against the fourth natural disaster again?"

"One day, I will find a solution to it!"

After eating two thick tortillas wildly, a prompt popped up on the screen: [You are too full to eat and feel extremely satisfied. 】

With the continuous improvement of rationality, the voice of "grandma" slowly disappeared from the bedroom again.

As for the furniture in the room, it seems that the scene that just rotted and decayed has never appeared.

He took a sigh of relief: "Sure enough, everything is an illusion caused by a low san value, and I survived again... As long as I have enough cakes, I can live longer."

Because of the terrifying pressure brought by [it], his forehead was sweating constantly, and Wang Hao felt that his hands holding the game controller were starting to sweat.

"But if I want to live now, I have to eat two loaves a day."

Now Wang Hao is in a desperate situation, there are only the last two cakes left, and he also provokes the most difficult [It].

But the more so, the more excited he became.

He faintly liked the feeling of struggling in despair, which meant that he had to rack his brains, break the routine, and maximize the use of all clues.

"Only the last two tortillas are left, and I can only live to the third day."

"On the fourth day you must die!"

"Either just go out, I still remember the appearance of some villages. Go out and have a look, maybe it will be saved!"

Hiding at home is indeed impossible to save, even if you **** the cake from the silly brother, it may not save you.

After making up his mind, Wang Hao immediately took action. Every day is limited and needs to be cherished.

A day in the game time, in the real world, is only half an hour.

When approaching the courtyard gate, a line of game prompts popped up: [My grandma once told me that there are tigers in the back mountain. When Biao is hungry, he will go down the mountain for food, but he cannot open the door. 】

Wang Hao's pupils shrank suddenly, sorry, I forgot, today is the second day.

According to the plot, a brat will stare at the door!

The **** tool man, Biaozi, should have been slaughtered by the old man next door on the fourth day, but now it is only the second day, and he has become the biggest obstacle!

Her face was cloudy and uncertain, she might die if she went out.

But if you don't go out, you will die!

of course……

Going out!

He came to the paper man's house as fast as he could, and with a light "pop", overturned the large mirror in the paper house.

The mirror shattered, but there was no special mysterious phenomenon.

Carefully wrapped a large piece of it with red cloth as a self-defense weapon.

He took a few more paradoxical paper figures, and the sound of "Ding-Dong" and "Ding-Dong" wind chimes kept ringing around, stirring a few breezes.

These vivid and lifelike paper figures may be useful.

So far, Wang Hao still hasn't figured out which faction the paper figurines belong to. Maybe the paper figurine is a part of [it], or maybe it is the guard force left by my grandmother, anyway, this situation can only be a gamble.

Silly younger brother heard the sound of the mirror shattering from the bedroom, and hurried out.

He saw that the mirror was shattered, and stood there a little bit at a loss, with a thin face that turned white and blue, and muttered in his mouth: "Grandma said, you can't look in the mirror... Brother, you look in the mirror. Yet?"

Wang Hao turned his head and asked with a smile, "I didn't look in the mirror."

"Do you know what happens when you look in the mirror?"

He shook his head, his face became even paler, and his body trembled: "I... I dare not... There may be bad things... I really dare not."

Wang Hao thought for a while, this younger brother is likely to be a superhuman with some kind of talent, and his intuition is much more sensitive than ordinary people.

It's just a pity that in this wicked place, the weak superpowers of human beings can't even turn bad luck into good luck.

"Don't look in the mirror in the future. I didn't look in the mirror either, but I may be running out of time. Listen, I must go out now. When I go out, close the door and don't let anyone in."

"You can't go out, you can't go out! Grandma said you can't go out!" The silly brother burst into tears, tears and snot pouring out, looking a bit miserable.

Facing this poor child who shares the same illness as himself, but doesn't know anything, Wang Hao patted his head: "Now my time is limited, I must go out. You should have felt that my condition is not very good. "

"If I don't go out, I will die. I won't last for a few days... You shouldn't want me to die, right?"

Silly younger brother stayed where he was, no longer blocking, but just kept wiping tears there.

Is he really stupid?

Maybe not.

The six-year-old child ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ is also born with ability, and may already know some things.

"Don't worry, this reincarnation has inadvertently violated the taboo... maybe... it's a bit difficult."

"In the next reincarnation, I will definitely save you." Wang Hao finally ordered: "Take your tortillas with you, don't let anyone in, there is danger to hide in the paper man's house, understand."

"Hmm!" He hummed super loudly, as if cheering for himself.

After finishing all the preparations, Wang Hao pushed open the gate of the courtyard with a soft sound of "squeak".

A terrifying unknown emerges in front of you.

He took a deep breath.

With a mysterious smile on his face, in the face of endless unknowns and only one day of life, he feels his adrenaline is soaring, and there is not a single cell that is not in a state of frenzy.

This is a man's destiny and challenge!

"The real game... just started!"

He stepped out of the courtyard gate.

The white fog outside was even thicker, and the visibility was only less than one meter.

The quaint path is covered with moss, and it is slippery.

He crouched down and saw fresh footprints faintly. Some of them should have been left by neighbors, and some...are they grandma?

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he sketched out what he saw from his memory, and slowly groped in the direction of grandma.

Wang Hao looked at his slender arms and legs, holding a ghostly paper figure and a mirror fragment in his left hand, a kitchen knife in his right hand, and a small package wrapped around his neck, which contained two thick tortillas.

This is his entire possessions.

[For some unknown reason, you feel a little tired. 】

The inexplicable debuff appeared again.