Full-time protagonist information entry [Quick Pass]

The warm yellow light that is turned on at regular intervals every day illuminates the narrow and simple single room, and the concrete wall is covered with potholes that were hit by mistake.

Sitting on a chair in the center of the room was a black-haired young man tied with an iron chain, his head drooping motionless, and the tattered robes that barely covered his body solidified on his body as the wound healed slowly.The sound of granulation growing and the ticking sound of pus and blood falling to the ground mixed with sweat mixed together, forming a fragmented and strangely beautiful audio-visual.

After a long time, or a few moments.

The suddenly intensified warm yellow light became scorching hot, and on the tangled long hair, slowly rose the mist-like steam visible to the naked eye.

The blood-stained white fingertips struggled to move.

The old man, who was always watching the monitor, noticed that the other party was moving, and skillfully picked up the remote control that was left aside, and pressed the lightning-shaped button without looking at it.

The sound of crackling electric current on the chair can be felt through the monitor. Seeing the young man throwing his head up and screaming for a while, he fell into a coma. The old man numbly pressed the thorn button, and thorny vines protruded from the warm-colored room illuminated by the lights, looking menacing. He waved towards the young man, whipped dozens of whips again and again, the unresolved and healed wounds burst open, and the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow stimulated his self-awareness became more and more clear.

He sighed inaudibly, pressed the red button in advance, waited for the thorny rattan to slowly retract into the corner and completely concealed it, then lifted the bucket full of scarlet liquid with difficulty with his withered arms, opened the door and went in, pouring the liquid all over the young man All over the body, the newly opened wounds healed quickly.

"Go out and close the door." The soft voice sounded extremely kind, but the old man trembled in shock and almost lost his grip on the bucket in his hand.Not daring to look up to peep, he bowed his head and said "yes" and left.

The owner of the voice snorted coldly, walked to the corner, pulled out the hidden rattan, snapped it off, walked back to the opposite side of the young man, as if he was extremely tired of the strong smell of blood, covered his nose with one hand, and twirled the rattan with the other. The upturned head straightened.

"How much is this?"

The soft sound of milk was heard, Lin Xiwu shook his ears, squinted his eyes and focused on the solitary rattan, the corners of his lips slightly curled up: "It's...you...Dad...Dad..."

His throat felt like it had been scorched by fire, it was so painful.

"Hey, Tu... Heisha is sober." Boss Tu, who was about to blurt out, swallowed it back into his stomach, waved his hand to dim the lights, and Seventy calmly softened his voice a little, "Your name is Heisha, He is Kusou's most loyal subordinate."

It's rare that there is no dazzling light, and the whole person will be overwhelmed by the sleepiness and exhaustion that swept over him. He is too lazy to respond to people who come, so he simply closes his eyes and takes a nap, recharging his energy to cope with the next round of stimulation.

hiss--

Seventy blew out the cane that was burning with sparks, met Shang's sinister gaze, nodded in satisfaction, and continued: "You can't sleep~ Remember obediently, your name is Heisha, and you are Kusou's most loyal attribute. Down……"

"Are you...are you planning...to brainwash Dad?" Lin Xiwu said with a hoarse voice, trying to speak coherently.

I can't tell how long I've been here, since I found out that I was arrested, I've been repeating light, electric shock, rattan, and pouring red liquid to speed up the healing of the injury, and I don't know if that thing has any side effects.

In the end, it was Seventy who came over and chanted about Heisha Kusou repeatedly, but Kusou, he remembered, was that brat who claimed to be old.

Seventy's scarlet eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded with a smile. He had no intention of chatting with him, and when he spoke again, there was a hint of bewitching in it: "Your name is Heisha, and you are the most loyal subordinate of the Kusou patriarch..."

The young man's body twitched, and he returned to the previous look of drooping his head. Seventy seemed to have not noticed anything, and he still repeated Heisha over and over again.

Why did you suddenly leave your original body?

His body could still touch the ground with his feet on the ground. He lightly poked Seventy who was standing aside, his fingers passed through his body, as if he couldn't feel his own existence.He tried to touch Tuhei again, but he still passed through his body.

"Cough cough..."

This voice... Although he didn't speak often, it was indeed his own voice.

Huh—close your eyes and count dozens of times silently to calm yourself down.

Can't calm down! ! ! !what happened?node!

right!And nodes!

Lin Xiwu tapped his wrist tremblingly, seeing that the information book popped up normally, he was relieved immediately, as long as the node is OK.

Open the task page of this world, the progress bar of the main collection task is still walking slowly.Just watching it for a few seconds has increased by [-]%, and it has passed the [-] mark.I remember the last time I watched it, it was less than eighty.

He closed the book and sat cross-legged against the wall. He was actually very lucky. The roles he played these few times were more or less related to the protagonist. .When they came over, the two already had a relationship foundation, and they just had to open the door and say welcome to each other.

But when it comes to luck, it hasn't always been that lucky.Occasionally there would be messy situations, the world of cultivating immortals was an exception, and when he thought of this, he hated it, and the hurdle in his heart just couldn't get over it.

Is it wrong to do what you want without killing people and setting fires, and without violating morality and ethics?

Seventy finally finished talking, and before leaving, he waved his hand and turned the lights back to strong.

Lin Xiwu also didn't know what state he was in now, he could feel some heat from the lamp, but it wasn't strong.The clothes he was wearing were employee uniforms issued by the company, light white long-sleeved trousers, and his own number embroidered on the chest.

I figured it out, it was a state of being completely separated from Tuhei.

'Number 1031? '

'Yes, are you? 'Have an answer vaguely in my heart.

"Hello, employee of the Development Department of the Space-Time Tourism Bureau, number t08 came to take over, this world accidentally flowed into the soul pillar of a different space, level s..."

It turned out to be from a cooperative company. I thought it was a colleague from the repair team. Are they classified by letter grade? It sounds more formal than the number 1234 in my own company. Although there is a sense of excitement of fellow villagers meeting fellow villagers, but...

'...I'm also doing a mission, can't other characters use it? '

'Sorry, after checking, the role of Tuhei is the most suitable for my job. '

'...My task will be completed soon, can I wait? 'Lin Xiwu is still making the final struggle.

"Sorry..." The voice paused, then asked mechanically, "What is your mission?" '

Can you say that?It might work.He leaned against the wall in another position, stretched his long legs comfortably, and said in a lazy and hoarse voice, "The protagonist's emotion."

When he spoke, he was stunned for a moment, why didn't he think that his voice was so beautiful before, that his ears were almost pregnant.The voice in the mission world is the original one. Outside of the mission world, there is no need for a person to speak. Often, complaints and the like are just thinking in the mind, and the thoughts in the mind are the same as the typed words. There is no sound. But I know what it is.

Why didn't the other party speak?Lin Xiwu stood up curiously and walked to Tuhei: "Are you inside?"

'Sorry... I'm here, how much of your mission is still done? '

Sitting cross-legged across from 'Fellow Township', I recalled the information book and flipped through it, only to find that the progress bar had increased by [-]% again: "Not much, [-]% difference, very soon."

'good. '

What does good mean, you promised to give him your body?

"Is it possible to change it back?"

'Sorry, the memory and mission of the original body have been loaded and cannot be left before the mission is completed. '

Lin Xiwu smiled, a little annoyed: "Then why did you kick me out of my body?"

The warm, scorching light finally went out, and the entire room was enveloped in darkness.I waited until my eyes had adjusted to the darkness in the room, but I didn't get a reply.

He stood up slowly and went back to the wall. He was not in a hurry, anyway, the progress of collection was still increasing.If he leaves before the task is completed, the points will definitely be discounted. He came in by stepping on the point line, and the discount means that the points are not enough to buy the system, so he will have to enter another world, and then stay for ten or eight years.

Since you haven't been reminded of the recall, it's time to spend until the task is completed.

'Sorry... your permission level is low. '

"En." Tsk, with this tone, is he feeling guilty?Although I don't want to talk to this person, but maybe we will get along for a while, and it's good to have someone to talk to.

"I see, what is your mission?"

'As far as possible, lead the soul pillar that has strayed into this world back to the time and space where it should be. '

"Why didn't you say sorry at the beginning? What if you didn't bring it back?"

He tapped his wrist to call out the information book, and turned to the collection progress page of this world. The increase was another two percent, and his mood also improved a lot. He dared to bet with ten points that this is definitely the beauty of distance.

After waiting for a while and not hearing the man's reply, he simply let go of his brain and cultivated his mental strength.

Once again watching Seventy brainwashed and leaving, he looked at the empty-eyed person on the chair with some appreciation.

Lin Xiwu smacked his lips and exclaimed: "You did a good job, you have a strong sense of substitution."

Especially this look, definitely at the level of a powerful veteran cadre.

'Thanks, you too. '

Lin Xiwu nodded immodestly, with a serious expression: "You're welcome, I think so too."

The voice of the other party is still sent to the head with the demon sense, not broken, it seems that he is still a very professional person.

The collection progress on his side was already stuck at 90.00% 99 when he came to brainwash twice before [-], and it is still [-] now, without any sign of loosening.

At the same time, he also figured out why he didn't receive a recall prompt when he left the original body. The task of entering the protagonist's information required him to wait for the missing protagonist's information to be completely entered before he could leave, which happened to be convenient for him in this situation.I don't care whether it is a bug or not, I just hope that I can wait until the remaining [-]% smoothly.

'Are you almost done with your mission? '

Lin Xiwu touched Tuhei curiously, still passing through his body, feeling that the other party seemed to be watching his movements from the corner of his eye, and retracted his hand a little embarrassedly, and replied, "Soon, someone is coming."

The young man on the chair is weak and embarrassed, is this his companion who lost his memory?

The man in the ancient white robe frowned slightly, waved his hand to dim the light, and walked to the side of the bound young man with a carved glass bowl in his hand, his gaze dazed for a moment when his eyes touched the young man's tangled long hair.

The patriarch's instructions flashed in his mind, he collected himself, picked up the spoon in the bowl, lightly scooped a spoon and put it to the young man's lips, his voice was cold and cool: "Eat, your favorite Yunshan cabbage."

The young man blinked his eyes hard, and when his eyes wandered to the pale silver vertical pupils of the other party, the corners of his mouth trembled, and he took a sip of the soup obediently, the taste was bitter and the aftertaste was sweet.

Seeing that he was willing to eat, the man in white robes seemed to be relieved, with soft brows and eyes, and patiently fed him.Then he called the old guard to bring a stool and put away the bowl.

"Do you remember who I am?"

The young man recovered some energy after eating, stared blankly at the white-robed man sitting opposite him, shook his head, nodded again, endured the burning pain in his throat, and said in a deep and hoarse voice, "You...are white..."

There was a smile on the lips of the man in white robe, and he nodded slightly: "Yes, Bai Sha."

The young man blinked in bewilderment, and looked at the person sitting opposite him with wandering eyes. He wore a white double-breasted ancient robe, darkly embroidered with snake patterns, and pale silver vertical pupils...

Seeing that the other party's eyes were starting to lose sight, Bai Sha said in a slightly cold tone, "You don't remember who I am?"

Cool voice...

The young man shook his head strenuously, and accidentally pulled the wound on his neck that was healing. The blood soaked through the ink-colored collar, but he didn't seem to feel it. He squinted his eyes and forced a smile: "Bai... Baisha..."

Bai Sha nodded helplessly, stood up with a frown, took out a tube of scarlet liquid from his arms, and carefully poured it on the wound on the young man's neck: "Do you still remember who you are?"

The bleeding stopped quickly, and the terrible wound healed quickly.

The young man felt uncomfortable in his chest, opened his mouth and let out a long breath: "... black..."

"Well, black evil, black and white black, evil spirit evil."

The voice was right next to his ears, with a familiar yet unfamiliar coolness, the young man unconsciously murmured: "Black and white...black?"

Baisha's kneading formula wraps a layer of demonic power on his hands, and the dark red light spots gather in the palm of his hand. He uses his hand as a comb to help the young man to smooth his hair: "Yes, black and white are black, evil spirit is evil, you are Heisha."

"You are... black cough cough..." His throat was itching uncontrollably, and the movement of coughing dryly made the iron chains around his body rattle.

He wanted to pat the young man on the back, but his hands and sleeves were covered in blood.The expression on Baisha's face became even more helpless, and the cool voice repeated patiently: "Heisha is me."

"Cough black... really... it's me..."

Suddenly, my heart felt empty, as if a corner had collapsed, and after several days of sleeplessness, the young man finally passed out uncontrollably.