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[Level 5: Survive in the forest of corpses for one hour]

Rules for Level 5:

1. The use of hot weapons is prohibited in this level. (Be careful of methane explosions~)

2. Every time a player is injured, his survival time is extended by five minutes.

3. The scope of this level has been circled, and the timer will be reset after leaving the scope.

4. Warning! This level has special effects. If the SAN value is lower than 60, it will be severely affected. If it is lower than 10, it will cause irreversible damage.

5. Due to the special nature of this level, players can submit a waiver application to the system when their SAN value drops below 60. After waiving, the player will be deemed to have given up their eligibility for the competition, and the reward after clearing the level will be reduced to the lowest level. Please choose carefully.

Feng Ling has now entered the fifth level, and his teammates who have already passed the level before him have already seen the number of petals in his level.

Six flowers, the highest among all levels so far.

Even Lian Wu couldn't help but worry about him.

He knew that his lover was very strong, but that didn't stop him from worrying about Feng Ling getting hurt.

The dark forest was filled with thick fog, and many corpses were hanging on the dry trees, and the corpses were in a charred state.

Thick fog blocked out the sunlight, and the pitch-black environment came from the forest after the fire.

There was a rustling sound, and the corpse closest to Feng Ling began to make slight movements.

The creaking sound of bones indicated that this place would no longer be safe, or perhaps it had never been safe.

The pungent smell of rotten eggs makes people cover their mouths and noses. Biogas itself has no smell, but the hydrogen sulfide mixed in it makes people notice it.

This level greatly limits Feng Ling's performance. Once he uses fire, the entire forest may explode.

When everyone thought he would continue to use feather arrows, Feng Ling took out a long sword with feather patterns that was as long as his arm.

The fine feather patterns on it emit a unique metallic luster.

At this time, the corpse hanging on the tree had broken free and walked towards him in a strange posture.

With a swing of the long knife, the dried corpse was instantly cut in half.

But the chopped-off body was still moving, the hands of the upper body crawled over with difficulty, and the charred face seemed to reveal a greedy expression.

However, at this moment a feather arrow pierced its head and nailed it to the ground.

Only a fool would allow it to launch a sneak attack. After all, if you don't remove the grass at its roots, it will grow again in the spring breeze.

With every knife and arrow struck, a layer of corpses gradually piled up around Feng Ling.

But only ten minutes had passed, and he couldn't stay where he was. He had to clear a larger safe area so that he could catch his breath after the confrontation.

Based on the observation just now, Feng Ling had a rough understanding of the actions of these corpses.

They move slowly, taking at least ten seconds to break free from the tree. At this point, they have almost no attack power, so if you want to kill them, you have to take advantage of them while they are still in the tree.

Feng Ling used himself as the center of the circle and gradually cleared the corpses from the trees in all directions.

But the thick fog obscured the view so much that the corpses high up were easily overlooked.

Feng Ling cut off the head of a corpse lying low with one blow. Just as he was about to finish him off, a corpse lying high up suddenly fell down and scratched his shoulder with its nails.

The stinging sensation made him react quickly, and more than a dozen feather arrows instantly nailed the corpse to the tree.

The wound turned black, and the survival time increased by five minutes.

The san value is also continuing to decrease.

Upon opening the store, he discovered that all the medical supplies were locked. The wound was too difficult to clean alone. Feng Ling could only squeeze out as much of the poisonous blood as possible, tearing off a strip of cloth and applying a simple bandage.

Xie Ning frowned as he watched the scene, muttering to himself, "I should be the one to take on this challenge."

The sounds of struggling corpses around are getting louder and louder, trying to arouse the player's inner restlessness and cause more mistakes.

Feng Ling's hands moved faster, completely ignoring the wound on his shoulder.

The pain became more and more intense, but this actually made him more awake.

Feng Ling kicked a thinner dead tree in half, and the fallen trunk knocked down the corpses on other trees and crushed them.

After discovering that this method was more efficient, Feng Ling began to find a good angle to cut more than 2/3 of the tree, so that it would remain in a state of being about to fall.

After chopping down many trees in succession, Feng Ling kicked them, and like dominoes, the dead trees in the forest fell one after another, and corpses were everywhere.

The ground was littered with struggling corpses, and feather arrows fell from the sky like a lord marking his territory. This large area would become Feng Ling's safe zone.

However, intense exercise allowed the toxins to penetrate deeper into the wound, and the san value decreased at an increasingly faster rate.

The fog seemed to be getting thicker, and there seemed to be more trees around, and shadows began to appear.

The dry branches seemed to be twisting, and the corpses seemed to have grown out of the trees, relying on the branches for nutrients.

Feng Ling sat on the tree stump with a frosty face, the feather knife in his hand was covered with corpse debris.

The pain kept him awake, but this clarity gradually disappeared as his sanity value decreased.

I listened quietly to the san value updated instantly by the system in my mind, which was decreasing every minute and every second.

It will soon break the 60 mark, but 40 minutes have already passed.

After stopping, the spread of the poison slowed down a lot, and even the rate at which the san value decreased slowed down.

Feng Ling felt a little regretful for his carelessness. If he hadn't been scratched, this level would definitely not have been so troublesome.

But Lianwu could see clearly that the thick fog was only concentrated in the bottom layer of the forest, and there was no corpse at that high position. It appeared and fell suddenly.

Given Feng Ling's identity, the system will not do anything to deliberately target him.

Then there is only one possibility. Being scratched is inevitable. The system must ensure that the difficulty of this level meets the requirements of six petals, so the player must be injured, causing the san value to decrease.

The large safe area bought Feng Ling ten minutes of breathing time. When the san value dropped to 60, everything around him became weird.

Countless twisted monsters appeared nearby. Feng Ling slowly stood up and swung a knife at the monster closest to him.

empty……

He chopped at the monster next to him again, and this time he hit a corpse that had been chasing him from nearby.

Feng Ling sneered, and feather arrows fell from the sky, sweeping away all the monsters around him.

However, the next second, many people appeared around.

The city lord, the system, teammates... and Lianwu.

Countless familiar figures appeared around him, making Feng Ling feel dazed for a moment.

Everyone smiled at him and slowly approached him, and soon Lianwu's figure was in front of him.

And the next moment, the feather knife pierced through the figure in front of him.

"He won't come to influence me at a moment like this."

The illusion did not disappear, but those familiar figures had all fallen to the ground, and the feather arrows stuck in their bodies proved the cause of their death.

In the eyes of others, Feng Ling suddenly stopped, let a charred corpse approach, and when the corpse's hands were about to strangle his neck, he pierced the corpse's abdomen with a knife.

When the san value was about to drop to 30, 65 minutes had passed and Feng Ling was sent out of the fifth level. The wound on his shoulder was healing automatically.

From the rest area, he could see the situation below. Looking at the bald patch of forest with corpses scattered all over the ground with feather arrows stuck in them, Feng Ling silently made an international friendly gesture.

You dare to pretend to be someone so ugly, huh?