Break Through the Steam Game Library

The person in charge of the Antarctic virtual strategic base was lying on a stretcher bed and was receiving anesthesia. At this time, there was a cry of surprise outside, wave after wave, it seemed that something great had happened, the person in charge felt The cold stream of anesthetic rushed into his spinal cord, and the nerve block caused a series of lightning-like stings, but his consciousness was temporarily awake.

　　 "Go ask, what's wrong outside!"

　　 "Report to the chief, Major Deer's signs are back, he is not dead!"

　　 "What! Good, very good... good..." The person in charge stared, and then lay down slowly, and muttered unconsciously: "I, take, take me, antidote, I go out..."

After another half an hour, the anesthetic in the body of the person in charge had been cleared by the antagonist. He covered his head and felt the main control room while wearing a surgical gown. A group of people surrounded Lu Zhengkang’s life-saving cabin, and admired. .

　　 "This fate is so big, the brain activity has been stopped for nearly half an hour, and it can actually come back to life."

　　 "Major Deer is a man who can create miracles. Such a fighter will not easily fall down before completing the mission."

　　 The person in charge covered his waist with one hand and his head with the other, and walked over in a stride, "Ask Hongcheng, Major Lu has not reached the fifth floor."

　　 "Here, Hongcheng has already sensed him."

　　 "That's good, then that's good."

　　 Everyone stared at the boy in the life-sustaining cabin, wishing you all the best.

　　 An intangible ghost flew out of Lu Zhengkang's body, floated away, and finally looked back, his eyes were gentle as water, good luck, my love.

　　……

The dull sound of the ocean waves echoed in the ear canal, like a low noise from slowly rubbing a drum, very soothing, but mixed with disturbing beats, I listened too much, but it felt like someone was talking in the ocean waves, broken Whispering, in the sea where so many lives and stories are buried, there must be some unfinished words left. If you hear a whisper in the sea, or hear a whisper in a conch shell, it is the thought of the dead.

　　Lu Zhengkang's consciousness came back little by little, he felt that he was sticking to the gravel, his cheeks were sorely pressed.

　　 He stood up slowly, clenched his fists, the vitality of the divine body disappeared, the original excitement of activity, now only dry, jerky, and a little sore.

　　The body shell becomes an aggregation of salt. He has entered the nameless island, and is bound by another layer. What floor is this? The layer of reality and illusion, the layer of time and space, the layer of evil spirits, the layer of the sea, and the layer of the body, five layers. To break free of these and return to the other side, how much North is needed?

　　Lu Zhengkang didn't have much thoughts, he only knew that he had a nightmare, and now he wakes up, but he doesn't even remember the scene in the dream.

Looking around, a gloomy beach with deep cold air, the waves are a color similar to frosted glass, rolling, the sea level is not clear, covered with a deep, gray-white mist, blending with the sky, the sea and sky line here Being blurred, there is only one illusion of the sky tilting into the sea.

The coastline was fragmented, and there was a rising hill in front of it, leading to the depths of the island. Lu Zhengkang searched for the objects on his body. He was still holding the hammer in his hand, but the surface was pitted, like a piece of cooked Long soft bones.

　　 In addition, he also drew out a fist-sized bright yellow shining pearl from the pouch of the pope's robe. This was the egg of the speechless abyss. It seemed that he had killed the monster in the end.

Lu Zhengkang can feel the salt on his back. He is now like a stone covered in moss. At the core is the bright soul of mankind. This soul is wrapped in a layer of solid living salt. That is his body, and the body There was another layer of dead salt, which was killed by him, the body of the silent abyss.

　　The salt descendants are such people, born of salt, and players like him are different, they fall from light to salt, perhaps a special group of salt descendants. In short, he can collect the salt of these creatures on the island, saltborn, or monsters. He gathers the salt, and then devotes to the faith, allowing the dead salt to penetrate into his body and increase his power.

　　 Lu Zhengkang is now more and more sure that he is in the world of "Salt and Refuge".

He trot and walked along the pale yellow gravel hillside to the depths of the island. Along the way, the air was dead, and there was light fog blocking the line of sight. Lu Zhengkang reached the middle of the hillside, which was higher than the cliff on the coast, and his vision opened up. On the side of the cliff stood a rickety figure with crutches. In the game, he is a guide who will give the player the idol that corresponds to the faith. Lu Zhengkang walked towards there, and as the distance got closer, he could see clearly The man’s face was lost.

　　 White hair and white beard, like a KFC grandfather, is Elijah Kamsky Carnegie, the father of bionics.

"Another fool who was brought to the island," Carnegie sneered. It was not a mockery of Lu Zhengkang, but he laughed without joy. On the contrary, he was familiar with the plot when he watched the mime that was released for the countless times. With a sneer, "This island welcomes anyone, but it's not that simple to leave."

　　 Lu Zhengkang asked: "Are you the father of bionics?"

"I can be, but not, what you see is me, just a shadow left here, like a picture played by a projector. To be honest, I pity you, young people, tell me, you have faith Is it possible to live here without faith."

　　 "I can have." Lu Zhengkang replied.

　　 "That's good, may I ask you, do you believe in the original?" He took out a Klein bottle from the inside of the gray old wool cloak on his body.

Lu Zhengkang frowned. He hadn't heard of anything originally ~www.readwn.com~ This thing did not appear in "Salt and Refuge", it should be the **** in "Three Worlds", "Is there any other choice? "

　　 "Thinking of faith as a bargaining commodity is really rude and cruel." Kamsky took the Klein bottle back quietly.

　　 He, a great scientist, said such things, making Lu Zhengkang quite awkward to listen.

　　 "So, do you believe in the holy?" Kamsky slowly took out a black and red slender abstract humanoid sculpture from his arms.

　　 Lu Zhengkang frowned, "What is this again?"

The father of the bionic man was very angry, but he was very dedicated. He angrily took back the most holy idol, muttering: "The most holy is the only true **** in the world. He once controlled the double tree of time and space with the original, and is still being The beliefs of the creatures in the ruins of the countless universe outside the island are very common.

"What other god?" Lu Zhengkang is now curious about Kamsky's cloak. He is like a sneaky seller of pirated CDs. He is afraid that he will lift his clothes and reveal his pockets of idols. Then he shouted, "My friend wants Don't you want it?"

Kamsky was not so tasteless. He took out a furoshiki from his pocket and spread it on the ground. Then he took out the idols in his arms one by one. After a while, he put out sixty or seventy, full of them, not like selling them. It's a plate, like a small vendor selling vegetables.

　　 "Come on, you pick it yourself."

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