Douluo: Reverse Dimension

Chapter 3 First Attempt

After leaving the room, what came into view was a living room that was not too big and looked very dilapidated.

There is no extra furniture in the whole hall, the left wall near the gate is the stove, Tang San is standing on the stool at the moment, pouring food into the pot, turning it constantly, the spatula collides with the iron pot and makes a clanging sound sound.

Moving his gaze to the right, a melting furnace with red light appeared in his pupils. It was the place Tang Hao usually used to forge iron to make agricultural tools. At this moment, he stood there, holding a hammer in a daze.

The father and son turned their backs to each other, each busy with their own affairs, under the warm light of the red orange fire, they looked extremely harmonious and warm.

Song Ke walked to the table on the right, pulled the stool and sat down. He took the notched porcelain bowl on the table and poured himself a glass of water.

Looking at the immature reflection in the bowl with the help of the flickering fire in the house, Song Ke squeezed out a smile:
"From now on, I'm Tang Si!"

Then, he picked up the bowl of clear water and drank it all in one gulp, drinking his past and his future.

Tang San turned his head, looked at his younger brother who had returned to normal, a smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth, and the movements of his hands gradually accelerated.

About 10 minutes later, several simple meals have been prepared.

Tang San brought them to the table, wiped his hands, turned his head and shouted at the dazed Tang Hao:
"Dad, it's time to eat."

Tang Hao came back to his senses, picked up the tongs on the side, took out the red-hot soldering iron in the furnace, placed it on the ironing table, and swung the hammer:

"Eat it, I have to rush to make farm tools."

Tang San glanced at Song Ke, nodded after hesitating for two seconds:
"Well, well then, we'll save some for you, and come to eat when you're done."

He pulled the stool, sat opposite Song Ke, picked up the chopsticks:
"Brother, you just recovered, eat more."

Song Ke swallowed, looking at the food on the table, three vegetables, one meat, one soup, although the appearance is not very good, but it exudes a tempting fragrance, which made him salivate.

"Eat it, you will have the strength to do experiments after eating." Zhen Dejian reminded.

experiment?Song Ke picked up the chopsticks and asked in his heart:
"What experiment?"

There was a trace of excitement in Zhen Dejian's immature voice:

"I feel energy fluctuations nearby. There should be other undead. After eating, you can find an excuse to go out."

"Yeah." Song Ke replied flatly, and immediately picked up a vegetable, put it in a bowl, and ate it with the rice porridge.

"How is it? How does it taste?" Tang San asked tentatively, his face full of anticipation.

What special taste can green vegetables have?Song Ke raised his head with a smile, and nodded slightly up and down:

"Well, it's delicious."

Tang San smiled in satisfaction, and continued to eat with his head buried.

About 5 minutes later, after the meal was full, Song Ke said that he had eaten too much and wanted to go out to relax, using this as an excuse to look for the undead that Zhen Dejian was talking about.

"Brother, it's so late, where are you going to relax?" Tang San asked worriedly.

Song Ke scratched his head:

"Uh... Well, if you eat too much, just walk around the door to get some air."

Tang San was about to stop, Tang Hao slammed the hammer on the iron block, and said coldly:
"Go if you want, it's so noisy."

Hey, what a temper tantrum.Song Ke shook his head, told Tang San repeatedly that he would not go far, and would come back soon, and thus walked out of the house.

"Brother, don't run far, come back early!" Tang San stood at the door, looked at Song Ke who had disappeared into the night, turned around and walked into the hall, and said to himself worriedly:
"He has just recovered. If he goes out so late, he won't run away from home again, will he?"

Tang Hao's movements were slightly sluggish, he paused for a few seconds, and then returned to normal, continuing to swing the hammer.

After leaving the house, Song Ke didn't immediately look for any undead, but wandered around the village.

The first time he traveled, he felt very strange about this world. Although he had read novels and watched anime, he felt a little inexplicable when he experienced it himself.

After strolling around for a while, Zhen Dejian suddenly asked:

"Well, are you feeling better?"

Song Ke shook his head invisibly. He looked at the shimmering houses, walked to a small river, found a rock and sat down, worried:

"Actually, it's nothing, but I'm a salted fish now. If I encounter undead, I won't be killed by them, right?"

He has only a six-year-old body now, and if he has no strength, let alone encountering undead, he may not be able to fight even the rhubarb at the head of the village.

"Don't worry, after you find them, I will take them without your help." Zhen Dejian comforted.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Ke's whole body felt like an electric shock, his hairs stood on end, and he looked at the distant mountain vigilantly.

"You feel it too?" Zhen Dejian said, "Let's go, your first ability should have arrived, let's collect it."

Song Ke twisted his neck, turned around, walked onto the suspension bridge, and ran all the way in the direction indicated by Zhen Dejian. It took nearly 15 minutes to reach the top of the mountain.

"Tired, exhausted, this six-year-old body really, really can't do it." Song Ke lay there, wiping the sweat from his forehead, only feeling that his limbs were as uncomfortable as burning flames, and it was difficult to drag them.

Zhen Dejian thought for a while, and asked solemnly:

"No, although your body is six years old, you still retain your physique before time travel. This should have something to do with you staying up all night chasing dramas and masturbating."

you!The muscles on Song Ke's face twitched twice, he waved his hand with some guilt and said:
"Hey, it's a bit weird for you to say this kind of thing in a serious way. Remove the words after staying up late to chase dramas, I'm not! I don't!"

"Actually, from the moment I became your golden finger, I have been integrated with you, so I know all about your past." Zhen Dejian's immature voice was filled with a smile.

The muscles on Song Ke's face twitched, the feeling of being known by others is really uncomfortable!
However, considering that the other party was just a golden finger, he only struggled for a few seconds before giving up the idea of ​​insulting him.

At this time, Zhen Dejian suddenly reminded:
"Did you see that hill, that lost undead is there."

Song Ke recovered from the embarrassing situation just now, and quickly got up and hid behind a tree beside him, watching the distance vigilantly.

However, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't see the "dead soul" that Zhen Dejian was talking about.

"I forgot, with your current ability, you can't directly see the undead. Don't be afraid, these things won't attack people. Get closer, it's about to escape!"

Song Ke swallowed, restrained the fear in his heart, walked out from behind the tree, and walked towards the distance.

"Run up, he found you!" Zhen Dejian's immature voice suddenly rose, "Quick, run another five meters, as long as it comes within my range, I can catch him!"

Song Ke didn't ask why, at this moment he could only trust Zhen Dejian and bit the bullet.

However, at this moment, Song Ke, who was running in a panic, didn't notice the tree roots under his feet, staggered, and fell down.

"Hurry up, there are still three meters to go, hurry up!" Zhen Dejian's immature voice was a little excited.

Song Ke suddenly raised his head, endured the pain, got up from the ground, and jumped out again.

Then, he was thrown into a dog eating shit again.

Then, the third time, the fourth time, and the fifth time, until he was thrown and couldn't get up, couldn't move, and still couldn't catch the "undead".

"Uh... this!" Zhen Dejian was about to die of rage, but the flesh flew away from his mouth, and he could only watch helplessly as the undead disappeared within his range of perception.

If he guessed right, the ability of this undead is abnormal, maybe Song Ke's non-stop stumbles are also related to this guy's ability.

"What kind of abnormal ability will make people fall over and over again?" Zhen Dejian began to search for similar related records in his heart.

He immediately asked:
"How did you feel just now?"

Song Ke lay on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face, panting heavily, and replied inarticulately:
"What else can I feel, it hurts."

"Is there anything else besides the pain?" Zhen Dejian said, "I'm asking how you felt just now, is there anything stopping you?"

Although the place is overgrown with weeds, it is considered flat. It must be that guy's ability to make Song Ke stumble one after another.

Song Ke rubbed his face swollen into a pig's head, recalled it, and then said:
"Well, it's not that I was stopped by anything. I felt an inexplicable force. Every time I got up and wanted to move my feet, I always couldn't use the strength, and my limbs were weak, as if, as if, like an old man. "

"Wait, aren't you integrated with me? Why don't you know how I feel?"

old man?Zhen Dejian didn't answer his question, but thought about it and said:

"Could it be a physical weakening that reduces a person's physical capacity?"

"If my guess is correct, this ability should ignore the level of soul power. That is to say, even if you are a Title Douluo, as long as you don't have a defensive trick, hitting this skill is no better than you."

Song Ke suddenly sat up from the ground, swallowed:
"This, so perverted!"

"It's a pity..." Zhen Dejian was a little helpless, "Such a good ability was given to him! What a pity! Although this ability doesn't seem to be aggressive, but the control ability is domineering enough. If you can win it, you can do it with what you currently have. Judging from the ability to display, there should be no problem in defending against low-level spirit beasts."

Song Ke patted his butt, and muttered in frustration:

"Then what should I do? Can I meet him again?"

Zhen Dejian thought for a while and said with a smile:

"It's okay, these undead have blocked consciousness and don't have much wisdom. Since they are lost, they probably won't run too far. You can follow this road all the way down. As long as you enter within 500 meters of your body, I will I can detect him, and when the time comes, he is slowly approaching, and then catch him by surprise."

Song Ke sighed and rubbed his swollen face:
"Okay, that's the only way to go."

"Don't be discouraged." Zhen Dejian reassured, "No benefit comes easily, and it will be even more difficult in the future. You have to be prepared."

"Okay! I'll go right away." Song Ke straightened his attitude immediately, started walking again, went down the path, and disappeared on the top of the mountain.

(End of this chapter)