Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Yang Hui's day was simple. After breakfast, Pei Feng and Yan Yiming went on patrol as usual.

Tomorrow we'll be entering the [Castle] game instance, so today is pretty much a day off.

He started training at home, hitting the punching bag.

His current training intensity is almost useless, but he's still used to it.

Hitting the sandbag is meant to maintain your technique, but its effect is limited; it's better than nothing.

In the afternoon, I drove to the hospital, bought some fruit, and visited Old Liu.

He is out of danger. He doesn't actually have any external injuries; he just suffered from mental trauma for too long.

Old Liu gripped his hand, expressing his gratitude at length.

He heard that Yang Hui was the first to find him and save him.

Yang Hui felt a little embarrassed and told him to take good care of himself and get plenty of rest.

Then they returned to the bodyguard agency. Xiaoqian's video hadn't been edited yet and would have to wait a few more days before it could be uploaded.

The firm remains largely ignored.

Fortunately, Tang Siya will be able to introduce him to a great job later, but that will have to wait until after they leave the castle.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Yang Hui was a little surprised. He'd come to work?

He put on a smile, but it was a familiar person who came in.

A middle-aged man with thinning hair wearing a suit.

Zhou, a real estate agent.

"Mr. Yang, it's nice to see you again. I really had to rely on you for my daughter's situation last time."

Manager Zhou said with a smile.

Yang Hui narrowed his eyes and asked, "Where have you been lately?"

Manager Zhou was taken aback, then his voice trembled slightly: "Is there something unclean on me?"

"It's alright, not too much," Yang Hui said calmly.

Manager Zhou's head, shoulders, and ears were covered with monsters of varying sizes, so densely packed that it was suffocating.

They swayed slightly on Manager Zhou.

Yang Hui glanced at the other party and saw that he looked as if he were being burned by black flames.

"I really don't know how you managed to keep going."

"I've been traveling to a lot of places lately, and I thought it was just a normal case of physical strain."

It turns out they were chosen by heaven.

Yang Hui stood up, pinched it between two fingers, and gently pulled it down, then it disappeared into the air.

You defeated Fang*1 and gained 2 experience point.

You defeated Fang*1 and gained 1 experience point.

You defeated...

His movements were then as smooth as pulling a piece of paper out of a tissue box.

One by one, until he had none left.

Fortunately, they were discovered in time, and none of them were larger than his daughter's at the time.

It feels like they will absorb the host's flesh and blood and energy to grow stronger.

Manager Zhou shook his arms and immediately felt much more relaxed.

"A miracle doctor!"

Yang Hui waved his hand, telling him not to talk so much, and asked him what he was there for.

Manager Zhou then realized, "I've found almost the best location in the north of the city, an entire floor of office space!"

Yang Hui's vision blurred; where did he get so much money?

Seeing Yang Hui's expression, Manager Zhou explained, "Other floors cost at least 150,000 yuan a month in rent, but this floor can be taken over for only 80,000 yuan a month!"

Yang Hui hit the nail on the head: "Is something this cheap because it's haunted?"

Manager Zhou chuckled twice: "What others call ghost stories, but with your skills, haven't you just walked right into a trap?"

"I can't afford to rent a place that's supposed to be haunted. Let's wait until there are a few more ghosts causing trouble."

Manager Zhou rubbed his hands together: "Actually, I'm starting to lose control over Mrs. Fu. She often calls me over to ask about the situation, to see if you've moved out yet."

Yang Hui was more concerned about something else: "You mean you always go to Mrs. Fu's place?"

Manager Zhou nodded: "Due to work reasons, most of my listings belong to Mrs. Fu."

"Has your daughter been there too?"

"I've only been there once..."

At this point, Manager Zhou also realized what was going on.

"You mean, there's something wrong with Mrs. Fu?"

Yang Hui nodded and said, "Don't go to her place lately. I have some things to take care of. I'll contact you in a couple of days."

Seeing Yang Hui's serious expression, Manager Zhou left with trepidation.

That evening, the three of them gathered together, and Yang Hui told Pei Feng about it.

Pei Feng is not in good condition at the moment, but the reserve personnel will be allowed to start the investigation first.

the next day.

Yang Hui woke up in bed on the second floor of the firm, holding a small bottle with almost no gaps in his hand.

Zhang Yi and Xu Qinglan waited downstairs in their car.

Yang Hui got into the car, and Zhang Yi started the engine smoothly, heading out of the city.

The atmosphere was somewhat quiet and solemn, like a train heading towards hell.

As the scenery outside the car window receded, Yang Hui began to consider all the props he had:

A silver pocket watch, "Longing in Gaze," a life-saving item given to me by Captain Zhang.

The effect is that it records the body's current state after pressing the button, and automatically reverts to the previous state after 1.5 seconds.

Unfortunately, this is a one-time use item.

After all, the effect is powerful.

For dealing with evil spirits, there are [high-powered flashlights] and [exorcising salt] that can be used twice.

There's also a section of "Hanging Rope" that can automatically wrap around an enemy's neck.

It dropped from the Night Bus dungeon; the material is just ordinary hemp rope, and it doesn't seem to be very useful.

There was also a wooden sign pointing to the location of the small inn in the north of the city, but Yang Hui had never been there since it came into his possession.

After all, they had no money and nothing to barter with.

Actually, there was another prop, the [firework signal flare], given to him by Pei Feng, but Yang Hui didn't plan to use it; he'll just keep it as a collectible.

He should have stockpiled some recovery items, but they are all quite rare and expensive.

However, Yang has completed the registration process for level ten, and will be able to receive his salary from now on.

Xu Qinglan handed over a ball of light emitting blue light: "This is what you wanted."

Yang took it and looked at it.

Props: Glossary entries.

【If you've been kidnapped, just blink!】: (Blue) You can blink rapidly and frantically for at least ten seconds, after which you'll need to rest for a moment.

Yang returned it to the panel space and said, "Thank you."

Xu Qinglan, however, remained nonchalant: "No need to thank me. It's your salary that's being deducted. I was just helping you filter and find the right candidates."

"What?!" Yang Hui was almost frantic! He was still thinking about his salary, and it turned out this was about money!

Xu Qinglan glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, her hands clasped together on her black stockings.

She smiled unconsciously, easing the serious atmosphere in the car.

Then she slipped another item into Yang Hui's hand and whispered, "It's a single-player game instance after all. You can use it, and I'll cover it up for you."

Yang Hui knew that Xu Qinglan was referring to his golden entry.

In that case, the combat power is sufficient. The only concern is that this game's dungeons cannot be solved solely by combat power.

Yang Hui opened his hand, revealing an aluminum can with a cone-shaped white area on it, resembling an oxygen tank.

He blinked, and the prop information jumped into his eyes.

Prop: [The air of the Green Green Grassland]

Grade: C

Effect: Breathing in the fresh air of the lush grasslands will make you feel refreshed and invigorated. (Current capacity: 100%)

Yang Hui understood; this was an item that could restore intelligence and mental attributes!

If he experiences headaches or swelling after using the gold-labeled words too often, he can take a breath to relieve mental stress.

Xu Qinglan is really thoughtful.

Yang Hui's eyes immediately welled up with tears: "These items are like a timely gift in the snow, I have no way to repay you! I can only..."

Xu Qinglan interrupted, "Deduct it from your salary."

Yang Hui was struck dumb again.

"Hahaha!"

Yang Hui knew that his salary wasn't really enough to do anything, so no one would dare to give him the goods first and then take the money.

The car had already left the city, like a pebble on a barren plain.

The castle stands at the edge of the sky, its outline broken, its tilted towers looking as if someone had snapped them in half and then casually stuck them back in.

The broken gap looks like an open mouth.

Above it floated a huge, stable, orange-yellow countdown timer, the numbers pulsating like a heartbeat.

00: 15: 24