Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Pei Feng slammed his head down, and Yang Hui opened his mouth wide in pain, about to cry out.

He lowered his head and bit down hard on Pei Feng's neck and clothes, along with a large chunk of flesh.

Pei Feng burst into a loud scream, his cries filled with pain and realism: "Wow! My goodness! What's going on?!"

"My dad's gone, I have to get him out of here right away!"

The burly man looked suspicious and circled around several times.

Yang Hui on his back remained motionless.

Pei Feng swallowed hard, his heart pounding, ready to pull out his sword and give that bastard a good beating at any moment.

Suddenly he reached out and lifted his tattered cotton-padded coat.

Pei Feng was startled, his body tensing up.

Who knew that the person looked at it for two seconds, then covered their nose and put it back on.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Pei Feng walked out crying, a question forming in his mind: Was his acting really that good? How could he not have noticed after watching so closely?

As he passed the blind old woman, she suddenly stuck out a leg and tripped him.

Pfft!

That sound was really loud; it hurt just to hear it.

Pei Feng pretended to fall, but secretly prayed that Yang Hui wouldn't make a sound!

"What are you doing, you bastard! Why did you trip me up?!"

The blind old woman chuckled, like wind blowing into a tree hole.

He got up again, cursing as he walked away.

He walked for a while and, realizing no one was following him, quickened his pace.

Pei Feng exclaimed happily, "Damn Yang Hui! You're really good at holding back!"

"He looked at you for several seconds, but still didn't notice you!"

"I didn't trip you on purpose. That blind old lady tripped me! If I hadn't tripped you, it would have made me look too tough. I was just trying to stay steady."

"Where did you study acting? I had no idea!"

"Yang Hui! Yang Hui!"

Pei Feng bounced twice more, and Yang Hui wriggled on his back a couple of times.

Logically speaking, Yang Hui should have been screaming in pain long ago.

"Hey! Don't scare me!"

They found the black car they had taken there, opened the back door, turned around, and let Yang Hui out.

Pei Feng turned around, and the scene before him made his heart stop!

Yang Hui had a festering sore on his face, his face and lips were bloodless, his eyes were half open with unfocused pupils, and a fly was crawling on his eyeball.

"Holy shit! Holy shit!"

Pei Feng was so nervous that he broke out in a cold sweat, swore several times, and tripped and fell.

She scrambled to her feet in a fluster, grabbed his arm, and fell off like a rag doll. Then she put her finger under her nose.

Pei Feng pressed his ear against his chest, waited a few seconds, and his face turned ashen.

"I told you to play dead! Don't you dare actually die!"

Pei Feng's lower lip was trembling, but his hands kept moving. He pressed on Yang Hui's chest with his hands crossed, and after a few times, he quickly performed artificial respiration.

After several cycles, Pei Feng remembered his props.

No matter what it was, as long as it had some healing effect, they stuffed it all into Yang Hui's mouth.

His mouth was stuffed full, but his face remained blank.

Several small insects crawled out of the tattered cotton coat and hovered in the air.

Pei Feng couldn't help but cry, realizing it was all in vain. He climbed into the driver's seat, his hand trembling as he started the engine.

He slammed on the gas pedal, white smoke billowed from the tires, and with the momentum of the kinetic energy, the rear door slammed shut with a bang, even though it wasn't closed.

Large tears fell onto the steering wheel, and his mouth was slurred with phlegm.

"Don't die! Yang Hui! You really are! I'll go back to the station and find someone to save you! I'll even die for you!"

"It's my fault! I called you here! You shouldn't have come with me."

"I should have just drawn my sword and attacked! What was with all the cleverness!"

He recalled his past with Yang Hui. Half a year ago, this person was really boring. All he did was catch mistresses and follow other people. He had known Yang Hui since childhood. Since being discharged from the hospital after that serious injury, he seemed to have become a different person. He was witty and humorous, and he even trained himself to be self-disciplined!

Pei Feng choked up, his voice trembling with sobs. His throat hurt, and he coughed twice, pressing the accelerator pedal so hard it almost wore through.

A feeling called regret kept welling up inside me.

"I'm going to the station right now to find someone! I'd trade my life for yours, you bastard!"

"Really?"

A head popped out from the back seat.

Holy crap!

laugh!

Pei Feng was so frightened he almost flew up. He jerked the steering wheel, making a screeching sound, and the wheels left messy black brake marks on the road.

His heart was pounding, not because the car had spun around several times and almost overturned.

He was frightened by Yang Hui.

"You're not dead!"

"You son of a bitch! What did you shove in my mouth?! Pfft!"

Yang Hui puffed out his cheeks and spat out several round balls that looked like candy beans.

Pei Feng, enraged, yelled, "Stop spitting! These are healing items! Chew them up!"

"oh."

Yang Hui acted like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit, chewing twice before swallowing it all, and then went to pick up the round ball he had just spat out from the ground.

Pei Feng looked at him, tears streaming down his face, his chest heaving. Suddenly, he was overcome with anger and yelled, "Damn it!"

He then slammed his head hard against the steering wheel, and the horn went off.

It startled the birds on the distant tree branches.

Yang Hui's lips twitched as he watched, still completely bewildered by the situation.

Yang Hui wasn't trying to scare people; he just happened to have chosen a new term.

【Feign Death to Avoid Lightning】(Green): You are in a state of real death. Set the time in advance, up to one hour. You will automatically revive when the time is up (the injuries sustained during the feign death will not heal).

He originally planned to use the prop: the word entry, to directly replace it with "I have a little secret".

But when I glanced at it out of the corner of my eye, I spotted this entry, and my instinct was to be overjoyed—heaven was on my side!

An idea flashed through my mind: taking it wouldn't be a loss at all; even if it's not used later, it can be used as material to trigger an explosion.

So I immediately chose this entry.

He was about to be lifted up, so to ensure stability, he set a 20-minute timer.

He had no idea what had happened in those twenty minutes, but Pei Feng seemed to have cried.

Yang Hui's intuition told him it was because of himself.

So he pulled two pieces of paper from under the car seat and gently handed them to Pei Feng.

Pei Feng kept his head down, holding the tissue with a delicate, orchid-like finger, without turning around.

Yang Hui frowned, wondering why she was raising her pinky finger.

A stream of water spurted from his fingertips and splashed onto Yang Hui's face.

"Wow!"

Yang Hui instinctively tried to dodge, but the large movement aggravated the fungal wound on his body, causing him to wince in pain.

Pei Feng, sitting in the front seat, blew his nose with a tissue, making a gurgling sound as snot poured out.

after awhile.

hum~

The vehicle started slowly and drove smoothly.

Yang Hui couldn't see Pei Feng's expression; the silence in the car was eerily quiet.

They probably felt guilty seeing me get beaten up.

He couldn't help but say, "Don't feel bad about it. Just give me half of your salary and we'll call it even."

Pei Feng was so angry he laughed.

"Share my ass! You ate all the reply items I'd saved up over the past six months! Do you even know how much that cost?"

"But..." Yang Hui looked at his arm, then couldn't help touching his left cheek, wincing in pain. "My body isn't getting any better either!"

Pei Feng took a moment to turn around and carefully checked, and indeed, it hadn't gotten better.

His injury should be considered a special case, rather obscure, and most people wouldn't prepare medication specifically for treating fungal infections on their bodies.

"It's alright. We'll get you treated by the head of the best medical department when we get back to the station."

"Isn't that amazing?"

"If your hand is cut off, we can reattach the severed limb."

"Oh! Does that cost money?"

"Of course I want to."

"I only have 20,000."

"I owe you? Write yourself an IOU!"

Yang Hui heard that his injuries were no longer a problem, and he had just eaten a lot of various foods, so his qi and blood were very abundant, almost to the point of being over-nourished.

Now he can lift several mature women in black stockings in one go.

He defeated Alai, and the experience points from the deathmatch in the octagon kept him just one level away from level nine, just one step away from a new stat.

However, Yang Hui glanced at Pei Feng. When he was on stage, A Lai spoke so loudly, saying that my entry was an invisible attack. Did he hear that?

And his faked death must have left a deep impression on Pei Feng as well.

How can anyone die so realistically?

Yang Hui coughed twice, feigning an cough: "Ahem, well..."

"I don't know anything, and don't tell me anything. Just make sure you're confident you can pass the Level 10 registration hurdle of the Administration Bureau."

Of course he had it, looking at the prop he hadn't chosen yet: [I have a little secret].

It's almost upgraded, then I'll take it down and be done with it.

Yang Hui's mind started working: "Could you reveal a little bit about how the Bureau's Level 10 registration is done?"

Pei Feng said, "Do you think there's any keyword effect that allows you to see through all the keywords in the game?"