Travel through the worlds and spread the flames across the worlds

What is different from the game is that when Lin Hun walks out of the corridor, it is not the familiar sewer, but there are forks on both sides leading to the inside.

The corridor was so dark that even with eyes wide open, one couldn't see clearly what was inside.

Gun in hand, follow me.

With a weapon in hand, Lin Hun was not panicked at all. As an initial map, the Northern Undead Asylum would not suddenly show up to punch him or a human-shaped centipede would madly chop him, even in the real world.

After weighing the iron spear in his hand, Lin Hun decided to pay a proper visit to his neighbors nearby. The Sword God of Shilipo will be here today!

In the first corridor, just walking on the road and stepping on the neat stone slabs, although the moss on the surrounding walls is dark but not lush, one can feel from the look that this cell was built much later than Lin Hun's cell.

This time he had to be on guard. Lin Hun became a little alert in his heart. Maybe his cellmate in the corridor still had some physical strength intact. As a wandering soul, it was common for him to accidentally fall over.

At the end of the corridor, an iron door was wide open.

"Should I say it's worthy of being a new thing?" Lin Hun sighed. This prison actually has a door, while his own doesn't even have a door frame. When will the angry old man be able to stand up?

It seemed that because the cell was too new, Lin Hun did not see any wandering souls along the way.

"Maybe the prison door has not rotted yet?" Lin Hun speculated, but in the end he still had to go and take a look to find out.

The spear in his hand gently pushed open the dilapidated iron door, and red rust fell from the door frame with a rustling sound.

A sharp, teeth-grinding creaking sound broke the silence, shattering the deathly stillness.

The faint light of the torch burst out from behind the door, barely illuminating this place full of fear and despair.

"Should we say it's worthy of being a magical world?" Lin Hun didn't know how much time had passed, but the strange thing was that the torch next to the prison door that was blocked by an iron chain was still burning until now.

As a garbage collector, Lin Hun decisively reached his hand into the broken window of the iron window, took out the torch and looked at it carefully.

It was a very ordinary item, with a greasy cloth strip wrapped around the front end of the stick. Although I had never seen a torch in modern times, it seemed that this thing should be like this, ordinary but bringing light.

Could it be the flame above? In the world of Dark Soul, flame has special meaning and power, but now he doesn't dare to study it recklessly. Lin Hun doesn't want to become a spider demon man. Of course, if he can become a four-hundred-dollar man, he will still be happy.

The main reason is that I don’t have the knowledge and skills.

With a torch in one hand, a spear in the other, and a "tom" hanging around his waist, Lin Hun began his journey of exploring the prison.

This prison did not have luxurious ventilation skylights, and the stench of decay accumulated in the cell, hitting Lin Hun's face hard as soon as he entered the door.

Before he could even catch his first breath, Lin Hun turned around and ran. He stumbled into the ventilation vent and fell to his knees on the ground, retching continuously.

Wandering souls are not human beings. They have no desire to eat, and their bodies do not have the ability to digest, so they do not have the function of excretion.

"Fortunately, this function does not exist," Lin Hun began to thank God.

"Oh, I feel the same way, too. Fuck God!" Lin Hun suddenly remembered that he is also an undead now, and he can't excrete so he just curses. However, his situation might be an exception. After leaving the Northern Undead Asylum, he decided to test it carefully.

Being accustomed to the foul smell made him think that he was invincible and nothing could stump him. However, the reality instantly gave him a blow. Sometimes smell can also be a kind of attack.

Lin Hun stayed at the intersection of the corridor until the stench of decay flowed past his eyes, and he was so nauseated that he could not get up.

"This time I will take back everything I lost!" Standing at the door of the cell again, the smell had dissipated a lot, and Lin Hun decided to push the map hard.

This rotten railing still retains some toughness after going through the vicissitudes of time. Its once bright and beautiful appearance has now been eroded by time beyond recognition, but it has not collapsed and still stubbornly imprisoned the undead inside until the end of the world.

All the undead inside have turned into zombies, their humanity has been seriously lost and they have become the most typical wandering souls. However, they still maintain their reactions to the outside world and are many times healthier than Lin Hun's roommates in the same cell. At this moment, they all turned their heads and stared at the corridor outside the cell with their scarlet eyes.

"Hehehe, you haven't slept yet?" The sudden approaching light made several zombies close their eyes instinctively.

The person who came was Lin Hun. He held up a torch and illuminated the dark cells one by one, looking at the layout of the cells.

The undead are the most unwelcome creatures in the world of Dark Souls. Even if they were human before, once they are infected with the Ring of Darkness, they become worse than animals and are the object of everyone's fear and contempt.

Therefore, these rooms were completely empty. Not to mention the beds, there was not even straw. The bare ground was extremely cold and chilling.

As a good man, Lin Hun shot them one by one steadily and accurately in order to save them from suffering. He saved them from the sea of ​​suffering while constantly strengthening his body, thus killing two birds with one stone.

Until the entire prison was emptied, Lin Hun's body completely recovered to the appearance of a normal person. He was in his twenties, with black hair and yellow skin. Without a mirror, he couldn't see what he looked like now, but he had two eyes and a nose, which was satisfactory.

Having absorbed so many souls, Lin Hun is different from the undead in the game. He does not need a bonfire or the fire keeper to be strengthened. He can directly absorb souls, and the strengthening is all-round. There is no emphasis on adding points in the game.

However, he couldn't say which method of adding points in the game was better or worse because he had not experienced it, but his own method should be better. The gods of Dark Souls all had their own little ideas, so it would naturally be better if he could avoid using their strengthening methods.

Now he doesn't know any skills related to spells, and he can't feel whether his magic power is increasing.

"At worst, I can just be a macho man with an IQ of 9!" Feeling his current state, Lin Hun felt that he could easily kill a cow and run 2000 meters.

The changes in his body were delightful and everything was so beautiful. The only thing that made him depressed was that his equipment didn't drop. According to the game, no matter how low the probability was, it wouldn't be too much to give him a piece of shit after freeing so many cellmates. However, he had been poking for so long but didn't see any bright spots on any of them.

This is also the real situation. After all, they are all undead people who were captured and put in jail. Any good things they had have been taken away. The real situation is that the zombies in the game only have a loincloth. It would be strange if the protagonist had everything.

The last cell, looking at the single room at the end of the corridor, has a closed iron door and one can only see what is inside through the iron window above.

"It's obvious that this kind of single room is not a simple thing," Lin Hun squatted down and quietly came to the door, then slowly stood up inch by inch close to the door.

Although it only took a moment to free the cellmate, and the speed was very fast, which won everyone's silent praise, there was still some noise. If the undead inside the door was still conscious, he would have been on guard.

For safety reasons, Lin Hun decided to investigate quietly first.

As he slowly stood up, Lin Hun's line of sight gradually moved upwards. He determined a certain height and stood up suddenly, with his eyes just in front of the doors and windows.

What came into view was not a cell but a pair of eyes. The distance was so close that Lin Hun jumped back in fright. The torch in his hand fell to his feet, and he held the spear high in both hands, locking onto the doors and windows.

The spear was right in front of him, but those eyes seemed to be cast under a spell, and they didn't even blink! They just stared straight ahead without the slightest tremor or deviation, like two grapes embedded in the eye sockets, full of desire, despair and resentment.

What a pair of eyes those were! The emotions contained in them pierced Lin Hun's heart. Since coming to this world, it was the first time that he understood so simply and intuitively the world's unspeakable malice towards the undead.

In the past few dozen days, he had never regarded ordinary zombies as his own kind or his end. In Lin Hun's eyes, they were just the lowest-level soldiers in the game. Their dry and withered eyes and skinny bodies did not make Lin Hun feel that they were similar to himself.

But this pair of eyes was different. Lin Hun could even see the bloodshot veins in them. He didn’t know if his own eyes were like this.

Putting down the spear in his hand, Lin Hun knew that the owner of the eyes might have died long ago, because there was no fluctuation in the eyes, and until the last moment his sight was still fixed on the locked door of freedom.

"What a sad end," Lin Hun felt irritated for some reason, and the depression in his heart continued to accumulate. Suddenly, he kicked the iron gate in front of him.

The tremendous force broke the rotten chain, and the old iron door, along with the unwilling body behind the door, was pushed against the wall.

The crisp sound of broken bones continued to ring out, and Lin Hun saw the long-lost ball of light just below the gate.