Han Sheng?

Why does her daughter ask such a question? Xiaoyun finds out that she has not come back and asks Han Sheng to find her?

This is roughly the case. Zhang Hanruo couldn't guess it. Then, she looked at Xiaoyun quietly and said, "Tell me about the situation in detail."

Xiaoyun looked at her mother with a firmness in her eyes. Even if she was blamed by her mother, she had to tell her about it. Compared to small blame, her brother's safety is more important.

After thinking for a while, Xiaoyun told her what happened tonight, including the tracker.

Zhang Hanruo frowned and said, "We have been exploited, your brother Han Sheng is probably in danger." At this moment, she could finally figure out why such a strange thing happened.

He clearly said he had a task, but he was just staying there. I am afraid that the other party would not only fully control his information, but also have Xiaoyun's information. Otherwise, he would not have considered the tracker installed by his daughter on him.

What a rigorous idea and a close logic, Zhang Hanruo could even think that the reason why he could accurately understand Han Sheng's location was probably that he would install trackers and other things on Han Sheng.

After hearing her mother's guess, Xiaoyun was a little panicked. She was smart and had already figured out some of the problems in the next moment.

"What should we do then? What should brother Han Sheng do?"

Zhang Hanruo calmed down, thought calmly, and said, "You brother Han Sheng can only look at his luck. As for us, we will not make any changes. Since the people from the Fallen Heaven Organization did not take our lives immediately, they must be disdainful of doing such things and respond to changes in the same way."

After saying that, Zhang Hanruo went straight into the kitchen and began to cook for his daughter.

...

It was this endless void again. Han Sheng was walking in this dark void. He was conscious. He knew that he was dreaming. He even remembered that he had been sucked in by a foreign wormhole.

He knew all this.

Are you already dead? Is the dream I experienced twice the final destination after my death?

Many speculations gradually emerged.

The feeling of desolation filled Han Sheng's brain. He looked at the white bubbles floating around him, feeling itchy and wanted to touch them. Especially with this sense of desolation, he couldn't wait to touch these white bubbles.

Han Sheng held back. He had experienced two dreams and knew that once he touched these white bubbles, he would see a picture and be forced to pull out of this space.

He really wanted to understand what was wrong with this and take a good look at this void to observe more useful information.

These white bubbles should be some pictures that have happened before, and to be more precise, they should be a memory.

It is possible for one person or more people, but Han Sheng is not sure.

After a while, Han Sheng felt as if he could not control his hands and always wanted to touch these bubbles emitting white light.

In the end, I couldn't help but touch one of them.

This time, it was an ancient camp tent, with a woman inside, a very beautiful woman. Her facial features were extremely three-dimensional, and her bright and large eyes could only make people fall into it at a glance, especially her small mouth, which had a charm.

At this time, she was wearing her little feet as white as snow, twisting her delicate figure and dancing gracefully.

His eyes turned and suddenly he reached the position at the top of the camp where there was a man, a very restrained general. He was wearing a scale armored jacket, a black cloak behind him, and no helmet on his head, but a bun.

Han Sheng wanted to see who this person was, but he couldn't see his face, including his facial features, all of which were blurred.

The next moment, the feeling of rippling appeared again, and Han Sheng suddenly woke up.

Huh!

Han Sheng gasped violently and adapted to the environment here as much as possible.

To be precise, it was pressure, very heavy pressure, which was even stronger than before. His entire body was pressed so hard that he could not move. He just felt that his bones were about to be crushed.

He closed his eyes and began to look around.

"Where is this? Where am I? Am I really dead? Is this how it feels like being eaten by a spirit?" Han Sheng began to ask himself.

What comes into view is not what you imagined. You are in purgatory, being put into a pan of oil, bitten by thousands of insects, or entering the Pure Land.

But he was in a small area... like... Han Sheng could not judge immediately, and what he had to say was, a small island, a very small one.

There are only green grass on the island, and there are many small hills, not even small trees. Is this place so barren?

Han Sheng was sure that he was not dead, but was sucked into the foreign land. He didn't know whether to be grateful or something. Apart from this pleasant scenery, there was nothing here. Even if there was only one primary ghost, he would probably be cold.

Looking around, there was a vast sea, and the water surface was extremely calm, so calm that Han Sheng felt that this was just a small pool.

There is no wind, no waves, and there is not even ripples.

Not far away, the foreign wormhole is emitting depth. As long as you can climb near the wormhole, you can go back.

However, in this state, it is obviously impossible to do it.

"It's impossible to go back now."

"You can only stay here and slowly adapt to the pressure here."

"Although there has been no specific test, the pressure here should be more than nine times, or even more than ten times, which can be felt."

"On the Yanxing, you can withstand up to six times the pressure when you are worthless."

"The island is still safe at the moment, of course, so far."

"I can't confirm what's in the hills, what's behind the island."

"Following the situation here, the tide does not seem to threaten itself."

Han Sheng lay on the ground, carefully analyzing his current situation, and then quietly thinking.

Soon, his eyes lit up.

As the saying goes, it is a blessing to lose his horse! He was plotted by Zhong Mei, wandered in the wilderness, chased by high-level ghosts, and finally came to this foreign land.

This is not only not a danger, but also a huge opportunity.

"There is no danger in the island, which means that you can train here and slowly adapt to the pressure in the foreign land, thus gaining a huge advantage in the college entrance examination."

"But there are many problems that need to be solved. What should I drink? What should I eat?"

"Survival of the Desert Island in the Flame Star Edition?"

"Well... you can consider going back after you can move, bringing water and food, or looking for something to eat and drink nearby."

"By the way, the phone... Fortunately, I threw it away, otherwise I would probably be really cold if I brought it in with me. Any electronic product will face an explosion in the foreign land, and it will be very powerful. There seems to be such a substance that is assisted by gods here."

He shook his head and did not think about these problems. The first problem now is to let himself move first, otherwise he would not even be able to do that.

Han Sheng tried to activate the spiritual power in his body, which could be operative, and it seemed that it could relieve the pressure, and his fingers could move.

However, the spiritual power in the body is so pitiful that it is the only two-star spiritual pill placed in the system cannot be taken out and knocked off.

This is a sad story.

During the period of competing with the advanced ghosts, the spiritual power was consumed. If my body hadn't been able to slowly absorb spiritual power, I might have fainted for a longer time.

Having said that, Han Sheng, who had come back to the taste, felt that the spiritual power here was really abundant, no wonder so many spirits were born here.

The pressure is more than nine times that of Yan Xing, and his spiritual power is almost the same. Han Sheng even felt that there was even a Lingshan in the foreign land.

Just tossing and fighting, Han Sheng kept lying down, watching the sky, from white to black, from black to white, and from white to black.

I go to bed when I’m sleepy and wake up when I’m asleep. I don’t care whether there is any danger or not. I can’t escape even if there is any danger...

Until the fourth day, Han Sheng, who was so hungry that he was a little dizzy, felt that he would be really cold if he didn't eat anything. It was okay to be hungry, but the key was that he was thirsty, he was really thirsty.

Han Sheng saw a small bug crawling in the grass at a glance, and then turned his head decisively. He would never be so humble that he would eat a bug.

Then, he quickly grabbed the insect with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth. With a crunch, the insect liquid ejaculated in his mouth.

Someone said that protein is five times that of beef? I forgot, it really tastes good anyway.

Han Sheng sucked it carefully, wriggling the insect liquid that was not much in his mouth to his throat, and then swallowed it.

After so many days, Han Sheng finally recovered some spiritual power and gradually achieved these simple actions of turning his head and waving his hand.

And the next night, he knocked off the only two-star spiritual pill. At that time, the spiritual power was full, and almost made his body explode and fainted immediately.

It was not until now that I woke up because of hunger in my stomach.

"Hungry!" Han Sheng barked in his heart. He didn't dare to roar loudly. What if there was a ghost behind the hill and came over to kill him after hearing his voice?

Watching myself be eaten? Ah, my intestines, ah, my liver, ah, my little brother, don't move.

Thinking about it, it’s okay to shout in my heart.

At this moment, Han Sheng suddenly felt something was wrong with his body. To be precise, it was not that his body was wrong, but the insect that had just swallowed it.

He actually felt the faint spiritual power in the insect. This...is this actually spiritual food?

Thinking of this, Han Sheng began to look around, not letting go of any corner he could see. Soon, he locked a few bugs again.

Crispy!

Especially this taste, it is quite good. The juice of the insect can not only fill the stomach, but also quench thirst, making the throat feel a little more comfortable.

Han Sheng decisively chose to forget what he said before.
Chapter completed!