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As soon as he got the broken sword, Lin Hun shuddered. A lot of information was instilled into his mind, and the protagonist was all this broken sword.

"I feel like I have suddenly become a martial arts master." Although he was not holding any magical weapon, Lin Hun still felt like chopping something.

Practice is the best teacher, and now Shushu is in trouble.

"I swept left and stabbed right," Lin Hun rolled around happily, and occasionally got up to attack the rat on the ground.

Lin Hun enjoyed chopping but Shushu suffered. The broken sword was enchanted with tetanus, with magic damage +999 and physical damage -999. One cut did break the defense, but only a little bit. Most of the time, there was only a bloody wound on the surface, which made the enchantment effect more profound.

Shushu has never experienced such a feeling that is worse than death. Since coming to this Northern Undead Asylum, he has been eating delicious food and drinking spicy drinks every day. He has never suffered such suffering. The local undead are really rude!

All of a sudden the injured rat went crazy, stirring up the surrounding quiet rats as well. The cell, which had just been quiet, was plunged into chaos again.

But at this moment, Lin Hun is no longer the same as before. He has made great progress not only in physique but also in experience. He dodges and moves again and again, becoming more and more skillful and faster. It feels like there is a USB flash drive inserted in his head that is rapidly copying the knowledge and experience in it.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but Lin Hun, who was immersed in leveling up, suddenly realized that there was no more rat rushing towards him, and his soul gradually returned to his body.

I saw that the floor of the cell was now covered with a thick layer of rats, each of which had shallow wounds on its body. Although the wounds were shallow, they were all over the body. The rats were dressed in battle-damaged camouflage uniforms. Some of the rats were still bleeding from their wounds, and some were already pale.

Because of the constant fighting, wisps of souls poured into Lin Hun's body, so he not only did not feel any fatigue, but his whole body felt comfortable as if his bladder, which had been held back for a day, was released smoothly.

Lin Hun believed that he had never systematically learned and trained all the moves for fighting with Shu Shu before, not to mention that these moves were simpler and more concise at first glance. Although there were no extra moves, every swing was just right, hitting the mark when Shu Shu couldn't react.

Back then, I had only seen more fancy weapons in movies, but I had never tried it myself, let alone the skillful knife-wielding moves. The most common cold weapons I saw back then were the swords in the hands of the old men in the square.

"It seems that this is my golden finger," Lin Hun inserted the knife into the gaps between the rats underground. This reminded him of the "Knight Does Not Die Barehanded" in "Destiny Stays Tonight", but this ability is more overbearing. It directly learns the skills of weapons. I don't know if it is effective for other things.

Thinking of the physical method of flying a plane, Lin Hun felt a little excited.

"Now that I have perfected my swordsmanship, it is time to meet the heroes of the world!" With his swordsmanship perfected, Shushu was filled with pride as he killed countless Lin Huns.

Holding a broken knife in one hand and holding "Tom" in the other, Lin Hun stumbled on the hand-woven rat carpet and walked to the cell door with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Staring at the railing in front of him, Lin Hun drew his sword and slashed it, and a red and white streak passed by in front of him.

"Ah-"

Half of the broken sword's blade was stuck in the railing. It must be said that although it has been there for a long time, the quality of the railing is really good, otherwise it would not be able to prevent cellmates from visiting.

"Should I say it's worthy of being a broken sword?" This result was completely unexpected but reasonable to Lin Hun. He exerted force with his arms and tried to pull out the broken sword.

The rusty knife versus the rusty sword, the two seemed to have met each other too late, fell in love at first sight, and were stuck to each other from the first contact.

"Let go! You will get nothing!" Lin Hun threw "Tom" aside and grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, trying to pull it out with all his strength.

The rusty iron is so tight that it doesn't move at all.

"Since you won't let me out, can't I just go in?" After rubbing his hands several times, rust appeared on them. Lin Hun took a few steps back, suddenly jumped up and kicked the hilt of the broken knife.

"Love without material support is illusory! Let me shatter the fantasies of both of you!" With one kick, two-thirds of the blade had already sunk into the railing, and the effect was quite significant.

He pursued the opponent with a series of flying kicks. As the broken knife was kicked out of the door, the sturdy cell was successfully kicked open.

Pick up the "tom" on the ground, aim it at the broken gap and keep hitting it.

"When-when-when-"

The crisp knocking sounds echoed for a long time in the empty corridor.

A few low groans responded softly.

. . . . . .

"Damn it, I finally got out." Lin Hun leaned sideways and struggled to get out from between the two railings. As the saying goes, if the head can pass through, the body can pass through too. The gap between the three railings minus the middle one was just big enough for a person to pass through. At this moment, the mountains were high enough for birds to fly and the sea was wide enough for fish to leap.

Lin Hun couldn't help but shout, "I'm free, please cheer for me, cheer for me."

The excited voices quickly spread throughout the cell, with only a few weak howls of the undead being heard.

Lin Hun decisively took this as encouragement to himself and bowed respectfully to express his gratitude.

Although he was broad-minded, staying in a cell for dozens of days with only rats as companions was still a bit empty for Lin Hun, even with the broken knife to cheer him up.

"But now, it's my turn to rule the world!" He picked up a piece of prison railing that had been knocked off by "tom", picked up the broken knife and cut it diagonally into the rust, scraping off the rust bit by bit like sharpening a pencil.

As the saying goes, an inch longer, an inch stronger. Lin Hun didn't know if he could rely on the bonfire to revive. At least he didn't see any bonfire yet. At the same time, he didn't want to stare at it too closely. If he really couldn't revive, then he would be dead.

For the sake of his life, he decided to use an iron wall against the wandering souls. How could he not win by using long arms against short arms?

The experience in the Broken Sword has been absorbed, so it can be naturally transferred to a secondary weapon and a long-range weapon. I didn’t have the conditions before, but now I have them, and I still use the Broken Sword. Isn’t that bullying an honest person! ?

In addition, when he was using the broken knife, he found that the rusty handle was not only uncomfortable to hold, but it almost slipped out of his hand several times. He had no tools to clean it, so it was not as convenient as this railing.

"Huff, Huff."

When Lin Hun lifted the railing again, most of the rust on it was finally cleaned off, but the diameter was reduced by one third, and most of the rust on the surface of the broken knife was also rubbed off by the friction.

However, this weapon has been rusted for a long time due to no maintenance. Half of the blade has been rusted, just like a rotten orange, with rotten skin and rotten inside. However, as long as the rotten parts are removed, it can still be eaten.

In addition to physical piercing damage, one must not forget to enchant. When scraping, Lin Hun intentionally left some rust on the front end of the railing to sharpen it.

"My cellmates, hehehe, here I come," looking at his new main weapon with satisfaction, Lin Hun bent down and secretly reached behind the buttocks of his cellmates around him.

. . . . . .

"Hey, boy~"

"spray!"

Blood gushed out from the back of the wandering soul on the roadside like a blooming flower, splattering all over the walls and the ground.

The slender iron spear was pulled out from the wound, and the person who stabbed him was none other than Lin Hun from the Undead Temple.

Standing at the door of the cell and taking a deep breath of the fresh air outside, Lin Hun strode towards the future.

Behind him, the cell was now a river of blood. Sticky black blood flowed out from the cracks in the cell doors, and the foul, scarlet smell filled the entire prison.

The wandering souls in the aisle buried their faces deeply in the ground, facing the loess and their backs to the sky, and until the last moment they covered their buttocks with their hands weakly.

Even the wandering soul Lin Hun in the cell was not spared. Every stab of his spear was accurate, providing each cellmate with a heart-piercing meal so that they could enjoy a baby-like sleep.