No, where does this portal come from?

But even so, it still retains its vitality... The headless body keeps twisting, attracting the broken limbs to reunite!

Seeing this, Lin Yan stretched out his hand again.

Thunder technique: Palm thunder!

This time, the lightning point did not erupt directly, but accumulated and gathered in the palm of the hand at an extremely fast speed!

Finally, when it accumulates to a certain level, it will be launched towards the monster!

A bolt of lightning several times thicker than the previous one struck the monster!

But even though the lightning had burned the monster's skin and internal organs, the monster in front of him still maintained minimal activity, trying to regenerate at a speed so slow that it was invisible to the naked eye.

In other words, as long as it is given enough time, it will return to the state it was in before Lin Yan saw it...

"What kind of job are you doing for me again?" Squatting down, Lin Yan's eyes kept wandering over the monster's body.

Seeing that the mushy piece of meat on the ground was still trembling, Lin Yan simply stopped trying to kill it using conventional means.

"Open the shelter permission."

“—Suppress!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the invisible force field suddenly closed, and the monster froze like an insect in amber.

Only then did Lin Yan pick up the shovel in the corner of the yard, dig a big hole next to the peach tree in the yard, and quickly buried the monster in the soil.

He wasn't afraid of the monster resurrecting even if he buried it in the yard.

Because as long as he doesn't lift the suppression on the monster in the future, it will never be able to revive, and can only lie beside the peach tree forever, being nourished by the roots and bearing fruit.

After doing all this, he was not in a hurry to close the door and say goodbye to his guests.

Instead, he sat on the steps in the yard and thought about everything in this world.

"If I remember correctly... this world should be called the Death Space, right?" Lin Yan frowned slightly, and information about the current world kept emerging in his mind.

“And now where I am…

It's called -- Ishimura."

After sorting out the information about the current world, Lin Yan couldn't help but hold his forehead in anger: "No way! Not only did they send me to the Nuanxue, but now they're sending me to the Shicun!"

"...Stop it, it's a new world that has just opened." Looking at the terrible environment outside, Lin Yan had no choice but to close the gate.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to explore, he just has no way!

The Dead Space Ishimura is known as the world that travelers least want to enter.

Even if you travel to a horror movie like Resident Evil: Raccoon City, The Grudge, or Silent Hill, you might still find a chance to survive. But Ishimura is different...

The Ishimura is doomed to destruction.

The spaceship drifted in space, and the "Divine Seal" created by an advanced civilization constantly distorted the wills of the living and the dead, transforming them into monsters like the one before them.

The transformed monsters will never die. No matter if they are headshot, burned, cut, or frozen, they will always maintain a slow recovery speed.

Even if the people on the spaceship can escape the monster's pursuit, a spaceship without daily necessities is still a walking coffin, with no water to drink and no food.

The final result will only be death.

Compared to the dead space, Lin Yan prefers Nuanxue's world shrouded by the evil god.

After all, the ending of Nuan Xue is that the protagonist kills the evil god, while the ending of Dead Space is permanent despair.

Lock the gate and return to the room.

Lin Yan picked up the card without hesitation, wrote the four big words "Dead Space" on the paper, and then stuffed it into the mailbox.

He had no intention of looking for excitement in horror games, especially since this world was short of resources and there were only a few things of value to him, so there was no need to take risks.

and so--

"Goodbye... No, never again."

Chapter 37 Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba, but the timeline seems a little wrong?

The door opened again.

The scene changes, and the world appears in an instant.

Finally, the changing scene froze in the dense woods.

He looked up at the dense forest.

Lin Yan did not act rashly.

With the lessons learned from the previous two times, he knew very well that the current environment might not be as simple as he imagined.

"...Is this not a world of bloody crosses or madness?"

He looked out through the crack in the courtyard door.

In the woods, the shadows of leaves sway, the scenery is lush and green, and the chirping of cicadas echoes in the forest, sounding particularly noisy.

In order to ensure his own safety, Lin Yan walked back to the study.

Glancing at the motionless figurine, Lin Yan took out a few tubes of alchemical mixture from the drawer that he had obtained from the Twin Cities War world.

The use of alchemical mixture is extremely simple. It is highly corrosive, highly toxic, volatile, and will burn violently when triggered to high temperatures.

This thing is very good as a disposable prop, but its disadvantages are that it is small in quantity, time-consuming to make, and expensive.

Three tubes of alchemical potion, priced at ninety gold Siren.

If Vandel hadn't made some money from the arms business, he wouldn't have had the money to buy these three tubes of alchemical potions.

Wear the alchemical mixture and place it on your waist.

To be on the safe side, Lin Yan picked up the Thompson that JOJO had brought from his world from the desk.

It is worth mentioning that the items brought by the figure from other worlds will maintain the same size as the figure as long as they are not separated from the figure.

Twenty-four hours after being out of the control of the figure, the props brought by the figure will return to their original proportions.

This experiment was also conducted by Lin Yan and the old Taoist priest.

Make sure the bullet is fully loaded.

Lin Yan then walked out the door with a Thompson submachine gun in hand.

Looking up at the big tree beside him, Lin Yan held his breath, raised his right foot slightly, and lightly touched the tree trunk with his toes. His whole body was as light as a feather.

As you bend your knees slightly, tighten your muscles.

The next moment, Lin Yan jumped up like an arrow!

Looking at the branches that were getting closer and closer in his field of vision, Lin Yan suddenly reached out and grabbed the horizontal branches, using the force to swing up.

The next moment, his right foot landed precisely on another thick branch.

The friction between the branches and leaves made a slight rustling sound, and the morning light cast mottled shadows through the gaps between the leaves.

Under the mottled light and shadow, Lin Yan bent his waist slightly and placed his hands on the tree trunk.

The figure twisted and turned among the treetops.

The figure appears and disappears in the dense forest, like a nimble mountain cat moving through the woods.

Before the bent branch broke, he kept rising and falling, jumping on the branch and moving his body.

As Lin Yan continued to move among the trees, the vision that was originally blocked by the trees gradually became clear.

In the distance, low wooden houses are scattered here and there, and there are few pedestrians on the streets.

Occasionally, the sound of conversation drifted into his ears. Lin Yan squatted on a branch, pricked up his ears and listened to the conversation not far away.

"Are they speaking Japanese?" Lin Yan frowned slightly, trying to distinguish the unfamiliar words: "...Emperor Kanmu moved the capital? Samurai, nobles?"

“…Is this the Heian period of Neon?”

Lin Yan squatted on a branch, quietly listening to the sounds of people communicating not far away.

But the more he listened, the more strange his expression became...

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Yan's expression became extremely strange.

Apart from anything else, after a brief eavesdropping, he already knew the name of the world he was in.

Coincidentally, it is the world where Tanjiro lives - Demon Slayer.

But that's why Lin Yan's expression is so strange.

Because the plot hasn't started yet, those people are still talking about the sickly children of the 'Ubuyashiki' family in town.

"So, the current plot is that Muzan hasn't turned into a ghost yet?" Lin Yan touched his chin, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"If I shoot Muzan with the Thompson now... will there be nothing else to do?" A flash of inspiration passed through his mind.

With this thought in mind, Lin Yan walked towards the town.

He wanted to find this frail and sickly 'scumbag boss'.

If possible, give him a set of Thomson Wave Sprints.

……

Since the Heian period was an era exclusively for nobles and samurai, the samurai on the streets walked with their heads held high and their chests puffed out. The surrounding residents did not dare to look up, for fear of being dragged away by the samurai to test their swords.

Lin Yan, who is independent of this era, is different.

He was completely indifferent to everything around him and did not take these warriors with the Mediterranean Sea above their heads seriously.

His confident steps were out of tune with this era, and his eyes kept looking around, trying to find the location of Muzan's family.

However, the way he looked around made the warriors passing by him feel as if they were being looked down upon!

At this moment, they are like some leaders in reality.

Although I can't remember who greeted me first, I can remember who didn't greet me first.

"Get out of here!" A warrior pushed away the old man selling persimmon cakes who was blocking his way.

The old man fell to the ground after being pushed by him, but he did not say a word under the warrior's tyranny. He just looked at the persimmons scattered on the ground with heartache, which were trampled into sticky orange juice by him.

The warrior, who was about 1.5 meters tall, held the samurai sword on his waist and jogged all the way, blocking the 1.85-meter-tall Lin Yan, with his head raised and his eyes wide open.

As a warrior, what he couldn't stand the most were these ignorant civilians.

"Untouchable! Is your neck broken?!"

"Hey! Didn't you hear that!? You bastard!"

"Kneel down and admit your mistake—"

Before he could finish his words, Lin Yan, with an unhappy look on his face, had already grabbed the warrior in front of him.

"!!!"

Feeling his face being grabbed, the short warrior angrily wanted to draw his sword.

Unfortunately, before he could pull out half of the knife, Lin Yan pushed it back with his other hand!

Immediately afterwards...

Grab his face and throw it aside.

——Whoosh!

The 1.5-meter-tall warrior was like a rag doll without any hair in Lin Yan's hands, and he swung it around very easily.

Snapped!

The warrior smashed the straw sandal weaving stall nearby.

The vendor who was hit by him kept apologizing in fear and didn't want the straw sandals on his stall anymore. He rolled and crawled away.

After doing all this, Lin Yan continued to move forward without stopping.

Behind him, the warrior who was thrown aside didn't care about the pain in his body.

With his red eyes, he looked at the figure who swatted him away like a fly, and listened to the discussions of the surrounding untouchables. He quickly leaned on the knife at his waist and pulled it out suddenly!

"Asshole!! Die!"

The flashing knife light was particularly dazzling in the sun.