Chapter 154 (1/2)

In the abandoned shrine, the color on the surface of the pupa changes from white to beige, then gradually deepens, and finally turns to the brown like the blood eggplant when the wound is scarred.

After the change of color stopped, a few minutes later, the pupa suddenly broke open, thousands of fingernail sized pieces collapsed on the ground, and those brown pieces were very dry, and when they landed, they were very neat, and none of them were stained on the man in the pupa.

The appearance of the third derivative is in his thirties. He is a man with soft facial lines and medium hair. He looks very gentle. The suit he wears is the novice suit of the player.

After he came out of the pupa, he moved his neck without expression. At this time, he had no right arm, and his right shoulder was a very flat incision. There was no flesh and blood on the cross section of the incision. There was only a plane emitting light. Close and careful observation showed that very small data streams were accumulating on its surface.

”Cut As usual... ” He said something rather displeased, went to the corner of the room and picked up the earthenware pot on the ground.

His right arm cannot be generated as an entity together with other data of his body when entering the script, so every time he has to wait for the body to be materialized, and then go to find out and connect it.

There is a narrow space pocket behind the opening of the pottery pot, similar to players' luggage bags, but when the arms come out of the inside, the space will disappear. The derivative's right arm is like a piece of luggage that can't be carried around or split. When it comes back to the script, it is directly squeezed in from the space cracks in the form of entity.

He took his arm out of the jar and put it on his shoulder. When the two glowing cross-sections contacted, the whole area on the right side of the derivative's body was distorted. Without any physical collision, the wall near that side suddenly sank, and the surface showed an irregular fluctuation.

After the connection, he tried to wave his arm, then looked at his right hand and said: ”so many times The running in time is not even shorter... ” He can feel the position of his arm when he doesn't connect it, or he can immediately know how long it will take for the data to match his body.

In short, it will take a while for the level 3 derivative to recover 100% of its combat power. Now it looks like this arm is on him, but it can't do its best.

”It hurts...”

”It's hard...”

”Help me...”

All of a sudden, one after another groans in the ear of the derivative, he slightly frowned, followed the voice and looked down. I can only see that the floor of this room has been covered with horrible ghosts covered with blood.

Those ghosts come from the floor through the wall, just like the dying people who are trapped in the mud. Some of them only show their heads, some half of them come out. Their hair is scattered on their faces. Their faces are pale. Their eyes are black. They have no eyes. They are half open mouth and hands. They look like the people who are trying to catch something in the water The groans of ghosts are not so loud. It sounds like a cry for help from the sufferers. But that's how they infiltrate At this moment, the whole floor of the house is full of these ghosts. The derivative man has almost no place to stay. Soon, the ghosts reached for him, some of them grabbed his ankles, and some of them leaned out and grabbed him by the corners of his clothes.