Wang Lin woke up from his deep sleep.

"Where is this?"

He seemed a little confused.

On the one hand, I clearly remember that I seemed to have died in a tragic car accident. On the other hand, I was lying on a rough bed and sleeping in a broken house I had never seen before.

He was a little confused about the situation.

"Did I actually not die, I traveled through time?"

He thought strangely, but suddenly felt a majestic consciousness in his heart and said, "The Dead Contractor, welcome to the infinite space. Here, maybe you will get everything, maybe you will lose everything: including the life that should not belong to you! Work hard, maybe you can be resurrected in your world as a formal contractor!"

"The Dead Soul?"

Wang Lin felt a little disappointed, "I am still dead? Where is the infinite space? Shouldn't this be the underworld?"

He pushed open the door and saw that there was a desolate scene outside. All the buildings were dilapidated in his heart that he had never imagined. His heart suddenly became cold, "Damn, I'm not going to eat braised vegetables and do a long-term worker now, right?"

Many people had gathered in the village, and Wang Lin also came over. Listening to everyone's talk, he quickly figured out the situation.

"The people here are all dead! They all come alive again, and there is something like the True Spirit Brand!"

He touched his chest, and there was a skull with a ferocious expression. With a slight sense, he sensed some basic information.

He suddenly had some basic understanding of some basic situations in infinite space, "There is such a magical place? It seems that I have not been resurrected yet. It should be a special state similar to the soul. Through the dungeon, you can get some special rewards and spiritual points, and spiritual points can be exchanged for daily necessities, including food? There are magical techniques out of thin air, I will try it!"

Thinking of this, he came to the threshing ground and bumped into a pile of straw.

The imagined collision did not happen. There was a small space in the straw pile, and there was a strange ball of light floating in the void.

Wang Lin felt a little nervous, and he took a deep breath, "Check how many mental points I have?"

A thought was transmitted to Wang Lin's heart, "All spiritual points of the soul contractor vary according to the residual spiritual power during his lifetime. No. 05698 You have a basic spiritual points of 99.8, and this query consumes 0.1 spiritual points."

"How can we resurrect?"

"Resurrection requires at least 10,000 spiritual points, and one resurrected item at the corresponding level! This query consumes 0.1 spiritual points."

Can it really be resurrected?

Wang Lin was overjoyed. Although he knew that the so-called resurrection items would be difficult to obtain, he still had a hope in his heart. He couldn't help but ask, "How to obtain spiritual points and resurrection items?"

"You can get spiritual points in the dungeon, but the probability of obtaining resurrection items is extremely low. Maybe you can wait for the story world to arrive..."

Wang Lin asked a lot of questions, spending more than two spiritual points. Then he looked through the item redemption list and saw that there were famous cigarettes and wines, airplanes and cannons, all kinds of items, and even various fantasy items to exchange. The problem was that price, one is more than the other, and the most trashy fantasy items, such as a secret iron sand palm secret book, which can immediately strengthen the iron sand palm kung fu with amazing lethality, but the exchange price is one thousand spiritual points, which is not enough for him to be sold.

Unfortunately, he was jealous, but he didn't know that many of the things on the exchange list were actually in stock, such as Lingbo Weibu, Nine Yang Jing, and T viruses, which all need to be plundered in the corresponding plot world to obtain.

Only some low-end technology technologies in reality, such as the AK47 and 54 pistols, were recorded in the Dao Shu database after analyzing the information fragments of the residual mental power absorbed, forming the corresponding item template. This is a product that can be infinitely filled and redeemed, but most of them exceed their purchasing ability.

In the end, Wang Lin picked and chose the most affordable one, and exchanged for a "spiritual bread" that was only the size of a matchbox, which was said to be a "spiritual bread" that could supplement mental loss.

This spiritual bread is an item that can replenish mental energy loss. It is essentially mental energy. However, because the material template is added and the structure is reorganized, it looks like a small baked crispy yellow bread. It is crispy and soft, smells a fragrant feeling, which makes people feel very appetizing. The cost is 1.00,001 mental points, and the retail price is 2 points.

After Wang Lin finished eating two bites, he felt a warm current flowing out of his abdomen. He immediately felt refreshed and his face became much rosy, which was much more refreshing than the feeling of absorbing yang energy. He immediately felt that these two spiritual points were indeed worth it...

After eating the bread, Wang Lin withdrew from the "straw pile" and returned to the threshing farm. He was about to go to the dungeon in the ancestral hall to see how difficult it was. He didn't expect a fat little man with an obsessed face to stick to him and insisted on worshiping him as his elder brother.

"Brother, please, the newcomer asks for a cover. If you ask me to go east, I dare not go west. I just want you to give me a bite of food!"

This little fat man named Huangge cried so hard that he snotted and cried, and he grabbed Wang Lin's cuffs and refused to put it on. "Brother, you don't know. I, he, mom, was so unlucky. I took a taxi to see my girlfriend at night, but it turned out that a dump truck was crushed into a ball of meat sauce. I was put in a small bungalow in the crematorium. It took me half a year to leave the body. The body was almost smelly. There was no remaining mental power. When I checked it just now, I was cheating my father. I just asked the first question, and I had no mental points anymore. I didn't even buy a little spiritual bread. I was about to starve me to death!"

Although it was very pleasant to be called by the elder brother, and when he first arrived, he satisfied his vanity, Wang Lin still didn't want to accept this burden, and he didn't have much spiritual points!

"Oh, Brother Huang, this is a copy in the ancestral hall. If you challenge it, won't you have a spiritual point? Why bother to be a younger brother for me? I think you are also the most personal dragon!" Wang Lin held back his vomiting and complimented, hoping that the little fat man's heart would be wafting, and he could run away. There was no way to fight in this space.

"Brother, it seems that you didn't ask the rules for challenging the dungeon!" Huang Xiaoxiao was not stupid, but he just kept holding on, while explaining, "I have already gone to the ancestral hall. To be honest, brother, if it weren't for the fact that there was no way, I wouldn't want to be so shameless. But once I entered the ancestral hall, I would have to spend five spiritual points. I saw that several people had tried to break through, and I was half dead when I came out, and I ate several small breads before I made up for it!"

Speaking of this, Huang Ge slapped his mouth hard, and swallowed his saliva involuntarily. Then he continued, "I think, at least in the early stage, you will only be able to make a copy of the ancestral hall to make a deposit! I see, you have been in the exchange point for a long time, and you must have a lot of mental points. I beg you, poor, poor brother, I am a poor brother, I am a thick skin to resist the beating. When the time comes, all the benefits will belong to you. If you spend at most ten mental points, you can get the most loyal and honest brother. Save my life, thank you brother!"

When Wang Lin heard these words, he immediately glanced at Huang Ge Gao. How long has it been this time? The little fat man touched these things clearly and was willing to be low and put it down. It seems that he is not a simple person, and it is worth investing!

Wang Lin said seriously, "Listen to you, Huangge, I think you are indeed a talent! Don't say anything, little brother or little brother. I think this infinite space is really unfathomable. I can't say who depends on whom in the future. Since you can respect me, I will give you a hand! But I'm going to be ugly and I don't have many points. I can give you a hand, but if you can't stick to the wall, don't blame me. I can see that in this space, you need spiritual points everywhere. Spending money is like flowing water. If there is no stable income, I can't hold on, let alone resurrection!"

The two of them came to the ancestral hall in a team. Wang Lin asked Huang Ge to wait outside now. After paying the copy fee of five mental points, he saw a flash and entered the "low-level starry nightmare dungeon".

Entering the dungeon, first of all, standing in the void, received a task description, "Does the nightmare copy clear away the nightmare parasitized deep in the human mind? Will you accept the task?"

"accept!"

"Please select the mission roulette!"

The mission roulette was spinning around, Wang Lin shouted and stopped, and the pointer pointed to a mission option: the evil dog that cannibals! (Time: 1942!)

The next moment, Wang Lin walked into a mottled old alley, and the evil dog with bald hair and skinny eyes appeared in front of him. The dog's eyes were hungry and had a fierce green light, with sharp black teeth, and fishy saliva dripping from his mouth, as if he wanted to choose someone to eat...

Mission goal: Kill the evil dog!

Mission Form: Fight with bare hands!

Mission difficulty: Medium difficulty of level f!

Mission reward: 20 spirit points!

Punishment of failure: None!

"I'm so mad! I'm most afraid of dogs, okay..."

Wang Lin let out a scream, and he stretched out his hands, dry and thin, is this my hand?

In this copy, he was transformed into a ten-year-old child, and he had to fight a hungry evil dog with bare hands. Is there anything more scammed than this?

Wang Lin retreated step by step, and the evil dog approached step by step, slowly lowering his hair on his back, and a gloomy roar came out from his throat...

"No, you can't, dogs are good friends of humans..."

Wang Lin tried to awaken his conscience and be a dog's conscience!

The evil dog jumped up!
Chapter completed!