Chapter 63 Various zombies spend their time peacefully
The joy of successful cultivation suddenly filled Wang Zhifan's heart, but in addition to being happy at this moment, he also felt a little tired. After all, he had just practiced in a dream for ten consecutive days. For an hour, it consumes a lot of mental energy.
“It’s time for me to really rest. I practiced in my dream for a long time the night before entering this dungeon, and now I’m really a little tired.”
As soon as he thought about it, he controlled what was in front of him Dream me that looks exactly like him disappears in an instant. This is the special ability of dream me. They can directly return to Wang Zhifan's dream within a certain range around the dream master. If Wang Zhifan needs it, he can put them back at any time. come out.
This is talking about them and not it, because the number of dream egos that can be mastered by the Dameng Sword Sutra is not unique, and there is not even a real upper limit on the number. How many dream egos can there be? It all depends on the cultivator's ability and needs. If the cultivator is very powerful and thinks he can control it, he can create 10,000 dream selves at once.
I took back the first dream I had practiced, and Wang Zhifan then sat on the sofa and started to replenish energy.
He took out canned salted fish, canned beef, canned fruit, potato chips and other ingredients from his personal space. He also took out bottles of purified water, cola, fruit wine and other drinks, and started eating and drinking very leisurely.
If the current indoor environment hadn't become darker as the sun set outside, and there was a rotten smell surrounding a large number of zombies, he might actually be enjoying it now.
But in such a dangerous catastrophic dungeon, ordinary players would be thankful if they could pass the level alive. No one would find fault with the surrounding environment. Wang Zhifan is so blessed that he can still sit in the boss's room. There is nothing to complain about if you pour it yourself.
After some time, as Wang Zhifan filled his stomach, he saw that the moon had risen in the sky outside the glass curtain wall of the room. The moonlight was quite bright, replacing the sun during the day. This city of zombies.
He then got up from the sofa and walked to the glass curtain wall. He looked at the streets outside through the windows and found that the nearby streets, which had fewer zombies during the day due to the cleaning up of some players, became lively again at night. , and it is quite lively. It can be said that the number of zombies wandering on the streets has doubled compared to when they were not cleaned up during the day!
“This really looks like a swarm of zombies... It seems that this dungeon is more dangerous at night than during the day. I wonder if all the eleven players have found a hiding place.”
Wang Zhifan was thinking in his heart while observing the zombies swarming in the streets of the city under the moonlight outside the window.
His eyesight was very good. He could clearly see the appearance of large groups of zombies nearby by relying on the bright moonlight. Then he discovered that at this night, some types of zombies that he had never seen during the day had appeared.
For example, right below the boss's room on the third floor of the commercial building where he is now, among the large number of zombies wandering on the street, there is a bloated zombie with a large stereo on his shoulders. Slowly moving forward, he was carrying a huge speaker With its fat body, it kept tinkering with the buttons of the speaker with its fingers, as if it wanted to use this speaker to play some beautiful music, but unfortunately, its efforts were obviously useless. A single speaker Without the power supply and other supporting equipment, it can only be a waste product. Near the huge audio zombie, Wang Zhifan also found a short zombie holding two kitchen knives, a tall zombie carrying a large chainsaw, and a zombie that was constantly throwing some kind of solid sphere that looked like a shot put in his hand. Fat zombie, he even saw a zombie in military uniform who seemed to be holding a gun in his hand, but he didn't know if the weapon in that guy's hand could really fire.
“Zombies can have so many tricks? If there are really zombies that can shoot, the players will be out of luck.”
In Wang Zhifan’s personal opinion, zombies are basically It is a humanoid zombie beast. Except for some special individual abilities that may be special, Most of them rely on the most primitive physical attacks with bare hands or biting with the mouth, usually gaining advantage through quantity rather than quality, but judging from the street scenes he has observed now, the zombies in this copy of the Cataclysm are definitely not that simple. , many of them are already out of the category of ordinary zombies just by looking at their appearance.
“Except for the large swaths of zombies wandering around outside, there is no light except the moonlight, and there is not even a single player. Obviously everyone knows that it is best to hide for a while at this time. Avoid the edge... It’s time for me to take a good rest.”
Wang Zhi. With this thought in mind, Fan turned around and flattened the sofa against the wall, turning it into a simple bed. Then he took out two sets of quilts and a large pillow he got from the supermarket from his personal space. One layer of quilt was used to cover him, and he lay down on the bed very comfortably and started to rest.
Considering that the current environment is not absolutely safe and he needs to be on guard against leader-level monsters that may appear at any time, Wang Zhifan once again fell asleep through the meditation method of reciting the Dream Sword Sutra silently in his heart, because in this state he could observe the outside world with his eyes closed. However, he was already a little tired mentally and did not intend to practice, so he released the preliminary dream self in the dream and let it block the door of this room.
Dream I, as a cultivator of the Dream Sword Sutra, is a spiritual clone-like existence. At the low and intermediate stages, it is completely unable to act independently. It is just an empty shell and requires the master of the dream, who is also a cultivator. The author himself performs all the manipulations, but there are three reasons for releasing the dream self: One advantage is that as an extension of the dream owner's body, Meng Me can expand the dream owner's perception range, and can attract part of the enemy's attention on behalf of the dream owner. I can also penetrate physical obstacles at will and have certain attack capabilities, which can make Wang Zhifan Better respond to threats that may suddenly come from the outside world.
After doing these precautions, Wang Zhifan then fell asleep in the special dream created by the Meditation of the Dream Sword Sutra. He did not build any dream scene for himself, but just allowed the dream to be the purest. There was a blank, and he did not start to practice the second dream self. He completely relaxed his spirit, as if he was in that kind of dreamless sleep, which could soothe his spirit very efficiently.
After such a night, Wang Zhifan spent the first day of the dungeon which was quite peaceful for him, and came to the second day of the dungeon of the Cataclysm.
(End of this chapter)