My Dark Soul System

"Crack" with a crisp sound.

"Hiss..."

Zhou Hang only felt hot pain in his back, and felt like his spine was about to break. The severe pain made his confused head a little more sober. The nausea like dizziness kept invading his mind, making him want to vomit and weaken his limbs.

"Aren't I in an Internet cafe to spend the night?" Zhou Hang felt very tired, his vision was blurred, his heart was beating, as if he was about to burst out of his chest.

This made him tremble. Is it because he stays up too late and his heart can't stand it? I heard that sudden cardiac death and youth hair loss have become the two major problems of the post-90s. Zhou Hang is not afraid of hair loss. He lost his dense black hair impossible.

Even if you lose your hair, just shave a bald head. He still thinks a bald head is handsome, but unfortunately he has not had the courage to shave.

"Crack."

There was a cracking sound in the ear again, and a sharp tingling instantly spread into the brain, as if the back was whipped by a sharp item, and the wound was torn Zhou Hang's pain, like a needle pierced with a sword, made Zhou Hang shiver.

The paste-like consciousness gradually awoke, and the line of sight became clear, and a strong silhouette in front of him turned back to the sun, blocking his eyes, casting a large shadow.

The silhouette gradually became clear, the muscles bulged, and the sculpture-like figure bulged the black vest. Holding a long whip wrapped with wire in his hand, his eyes were deep, like a hunting beast. Staring at the prey.

A leather boot stepped in front of him, splashing a piece of mud, blurring Zhou Hang's vision, making him close his eyes subconsciously.

"Number 3, get up and continue."

The cold and gloomy voice made Zhou Hang startled, only to find that he was lying prone in a piece of mud, the front silhouette was moving, all moving forward Climb in.

The unfamiliar and familiar scene made him feel insanity. Suddenly, a turbulent flow of memory melted into his mind, making his eyes sluggish again.

"bang!"

The man saw that Number 3 still stopped in place, his eyes became gloomy, raised his right foot, fiercely stepped on it, and stepped his head into the mud middle.

Zhou Hang suddenly felt as if his head had been hit by a heavy hammer, his eyes were pitch black, his chin was smashed into the mud, and he could clearly sense the clash of his teeth. The mud filled the mouth and nose, and the smell of soil instantly filled the taste buds, as if eating a dead mouse, Zhou Hang struggled to raise his head, his stomach twitching.

The leather boots are firmly pressed on Zhou Hang's head, making him impossible to move. The man twisted the soles of the shoes forcefully, and Zhou Hang suddenly felt that his scalp was lifted, with a fiery pain.

"Get up and continue training." After a while, the man finally raised his right foot and walked forward.

Zhou Hang violently lifts the head, breathing in the fresh air, and vomiting the mud in his mouth. Look at the other silhouette, clenched the teeth, who are gradually moving away from the front, leaning forward, sliding the mud vigorously, and chasing forward.

He doesn't know what's going on. The spirit of staying up all night is now very exhausted, but his only memory consciousness tells him that he must move forward.

His hands glided through the mud, and his immature arms made him realize that this was not his body. He leaned forward and walked forward. He had never been trained in a mud pool, but these movements were very smooth. It seems to be so natural.

The memory is slowly deepening, two different consciousnesses are blending, Zhou Hang's movements are getting faster and faster, catching up with the crowd in front of him.

Can be called "Number 3", his physical strength is outstanding among the crowd.

Perhaps he has traveled through and came to an unknown world. He uses his hands and feet together. As the sense of coordination becomes stronger, his memory becomes clearer.

The silhouettes crawling in front are all teenagers, but they are fourteen or five years old, but their movements in the mud pool are swift and efficient. The huge pool Zhou Hang can’t see the edge, and every time you move The wounds on the back were all pulled, and after being contaminated with mud, it was no easier than sprinkling salt on the wounds.

Forcibly endure the pain, in any case, I can't be the last. At the end of the last place in the training, the bloody picture in his mind was like personal experience. Relying on the strong body left by the former "Number 3", Zhou Hang burst into the team of many teenagers with an effort. forward.

More than one person, two people,...

Zhou Hang, who was enduring the pain, aroused the strength in the body instead, looked towards the end with a blurred vision, dizzy The head seemed to explode, and the two chaotic consciousnesses were constantly entangled. Only the subconscious mind was controlling the body and struggling in the mud.

The sun is scorching hot, the heat waves in the mud are steaming people, and the evaporated water vapor continues to accelerate the consumption of many young people's physical strength.

Zhou Hang, covered in mud, stood up and wanted to speed up again, past the young man in front.

He didn’t notice the chaotic thinking. A trace of unhappiness, resentment and envy flashed in the eyes of the young man in front of him. Suddenly when Zhou Hang was advancing, his right arm was bent and an elbow hit against his heart, fiercely Knocked away.

The body rolls and the mud waves surge.

"Oh..."

The intense pain is accompanied by the intense twitching of the heart organ, and the mixed intense nausea instantly makes Zhou Hang unable to support the body, Fell into the mud.

The young man coldly snorted, crawls quickly, and leaves Zhou Hang. The other teenagers looked like they hadn't seen them, and left Zhou Hang, who was curled up in a ball.

The man holding a metal whip stared at this scene coldly, his silhouette like a huge pillar, firmly nailed to the back, without any intention of stopping it.

Looking at the young man who fell next to him, he flicked the whip fiercely in his hand, making a "crack" sound, and whipping on the back, making the young man tremble.

Zhou Hang’s breathing became rapid, and his heart was attacked, causing him to instantly lose control of his body. The entangled consciousness in his mind paused for an instant, and then merged again, speeding up, which was three times faster than before. .

Waiting for him to support his body again, he became lagging behind the crowd again, behind him, only in small groups the physical strength of the teenager is close to the bottom line, slowly struggling, his eyes full of helplessness and despair.

took a deep breath, his eyes became clear, the originally curled body stretched out like a big bow, slowly accumulating strength, and the mud-covered body revealed amazing muscle texture.

This is far from the physical strength that a fourteen or five-year-old can have.

"I am Zhou Hang, and I am also Number 3." Zhou Hang muttered silently in his heart, using both hands and feet, crawling quickly.

The consciousness is no longer blurred, and the body is in perfect control, bursting out of the original speed. I saw a gray silhouette in the mud, like a sharp arrow, cutting through the mud and rushing forward quickly.

Looking at the changes in the field, the tall man showed a cold smile on his stiff face, like a piranha, bloodthirsty and cruel.

The mud field has a large area, far more than 10,000 square meters, mixed with mud, ramps, and various obstacles, which is half the size of a football field.

And they have to crawl fifty laps in this mud. Even though they have received a series of training, most people cannot complete this training, and they have been crawling continuously for half a day.

"Huh..."

Zhou Hang breathed vigorously, looking towards the end, nearly 30 people were sitting outside the mud field and resting, and the mud The other half of them are struggling.

"The last hundred meters are left." In my heart, Zhou Hang has completely accepted the status quo and integrated the memory of Number 3, or that Zhou Hang and Number 3 are no different.

"hehe!"

Zhou Hang looked at a young man in front, an angry look flashed in his eyes. He just punched himself, trying to delay.

Secretly stumbled and let himself fall behind in this competition, he was killing his own life and killing without any cover.

"Your elbow blow, I will give you a punch."

Zhou Hang silently catches up with the silhouette in front, although he needs "many thanks" for your help to speed up the integration. The memory of the two people, but there is no grudge against the non-gentleman, let alone Zhou Hang.

Only one punch, I'm afraid you can't stand it if you have more.

With the force of the left arm, the slash-like muscles swelled up instantly, and the training clothes soaked with gray mud were full. Zhou Hang felt that he could kill a cow now, full of strength. Let him be filled with desire to vent.

Pictures of previous training flowed into my mind, the waist twisted like a tight bowstring, the arm shot out instantly, hitting the ribs of the front silhouette, and the clear and audible sound of "ka-cha" was introduced into Zhou Hang in the ear.

The boy's ribs were directly interrupted by Zhou Hang, and his body flew three meters away in the screams, and a long and narrow water trail was scraped in the mud pool.

Clenching a fist, there is no pain, only the numb touch, the force of the left arm muscles counter-shocked, but Zhou Hang has a kind of meet force with force pleasure.

"It feels good!" Zhou Hang whispered, waving his hands again and sprinting towards the finish line.

The teenagers outside the court looked at the silhouette of Hengfei with no expression on their faces. Only when they reached the end is their focus.

"Beep..."

The red light flickered, Zhou Hang's body crawled over the electronic sensing area, and the scarlet "39" number appeared on the huge display board.

Not the Arabic numbers in memory. Thanks to the memory of Number 3, Zhou Hang can also understand it. This is no longer the original world.

"Did you pass the level!!" Zhou Hang was thankful that he was on the verge of the end, but he belonged to the top 40 members.

Looking at the 40th young man behind him, the two lying on the ground, their chests undulating violently, the young man’s eyes revealed a look of luck, using his hands and feet together, he crawled to Zhou Hang's side.

He seems to be ranked fifty-four. There are sixty-three teenagers here. Number 54 can make it into the top forty, which can be said to be a dark horse. Because of the entanglement and interference of two strands of consciousness, he was put another one, so he fell behind so much.

This is not only a contest of strength, but also a test of endurance. Under the scorching sun, crawling in the mud all morning, no matter how strong the physical strength is.

As for the remaining 23 teenagers, Zhou Hang fell silent, and their ending is self-evident.

The black clothed burly man, carrying a whip, walked to the side of the young man in the mud. The remaining twenty-three teenagers lay in the mud and gave up the struggle, with despair in their eyes.

"I said, let you do everything possible to rush into the top forty, but you are just struggling here." The gloomy voice resounded through the training ground, and the leather boots stepped on the mud, constantly Make a sound of "Pop".

"On the thirty-seventh, you did a good job, but you were a little stupid and chose the wrong opponent." The man kicked a boy with black leather boots and made him face the sky when he was curled up.

On the 37th, the boy who attacked Zhou Hang was punched by Zhou Hang, breaking his ribs and lying in the mud unable to move.

"And now, it's time for you to pay the price."

With a flick of the whip in your hand, the slender body of the whip was wrapped around the neck of No. 37, and gradually tightened. The boy made a slurred "ho ho" sound, his lips gradually turned bruising, and blood could not circulate smoothly.

With his limbs shaking desperately, he wanted to ask for love, but the man's eyes were cold and unmoved. With a strong whip in his hand, with a "pu" sound, the head of No. 37 was taken off by the whip, and the blood in the arteries sprayed out, dyeing half of the sky red.

The corpse fell down in the mud, the blood mixed with the mud, and the blood-reeking qi quickly spread, making the remaining youths pale, and dozens of people fell on their knees, begging for mercy, and smashed their faces. Into the mud pool, the mud splashed.

Zhou Hang looked at the bloody scene in front of him, and felt his heart throbbing, trying to squeeze out his chest. A rush of blood rushed into my mind, and instantly turned into a cold current, and cold sweat broke out all over the body.

"He really killed..."

Other teenagers off the court, either indifferent, or frightened, are watching the actions of the black clothed man, and the fear continues to spread.

The headless corpse was dumped in the mud, the embarrassed head rolled, and the desperate eyes were still dead.

"Ding! Receive soul energy *10."

(I found that many people admitted wrong. I am not a fan of the game Dark Soul. Game fans can turn to ×. Name I’m too lazy to change it. In short, I don’t spread the fire. Maybe I read my book and got angry.)