Mythical Invasion of the Heavens

Chapter 80

Between peers, communication should be easier.

It was still early at this time, so Lin Yuan stopped Su Xue from continuing to indulge in games. He didn't want Su Xue to become a game addict at a young age.

"Xue'er, brother will take you to a fun place."

Lin Yuan took Su Xue's hand and said to her, "Maybe you can make real friends there."

Su Xue tilted her head and looked at Lin Yuan.

"Hey, I'll know if I take you there." Lin Yuan patted Su Xue on the head and led her out.

After going out, the fresh air refreshed his mind.

This time the air is fresher than last time, making people feel that they have been washed again.

Maybe it's because he hasn't returned to reality for a long time, Lin Yuan rubbed his head, thinking for no reason, but the air in the dungeon should be fresher.

There is no polluting industry in dungeons.

After Su Xue left the house, she became extremely introverted, full of curiosity and fear of the surrounding steel buildings.

Lin Yuan could clearly notice that Su Xue's palm began to clenched tightly, for fear of being left behind by him.

"Xue'er, don't worry, these things won't hurt you."

Holding Su Xue's little hand, Lin Yuan walked along, and spread some common sense to Su Xue, so that she would not have to look at the huge virtual projection for a long time.

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it will be dark before we can reach our destination.

Fortunately, after walking for a long time, Su Xue gradually became familiar with the buildings in the street, and tried not to pay attention to some things that were not particularly eye-catching.

The advancement of virtual games has led to the enhancement of everyone's nerd attributes.

From old men and old ladies to children, the time spent playing games at home is far longer than that spent exercising outside.

Coupled with the advent of system games, there are not many people on the road.

There are only a lot of teams from the Game Management Bureau in black uniforms patrolling the streets.

Following the familiar route and passing through several alleys, Lin Yuan led Su Xue to a pure white building.

The exterior of the building is surrounded by iron fences and has only one entrance.

It can be seen through the iron fence that there is a playground in the open space inside, and there is also a ground paved with soft special materials. Children in their teens are chasing and playing.

Lin Yuan, who was leading Su Xue, came to the iron gate.

"Hey, Xiao Yuan, why are you here?"

The gatekeeper was an uncle in his late fifties, very energetic, with a straight back, wearing a faded gray security uniform.

At this moment, when he saw Lin Yuan, his eyes were full of joy.

The joy was beyond words, and the actions of his subordinates were not slow. He picked up the direct-dial phone in the guard's room and passed on the news.

"Uncle Feng, you are still the same, there is no need to call the dean, I can go up by myself."

Looking at this set of actions, Lin Yuan smiled helplessly. When he first arrived here, Uncle Feng was guarding the door. Everyone called him Uncle Feng, but no one knew his real name. Maybe the dean would know.

This is where he grew up, thanks to the orphanage.

It was named Gratitude because the dean here was born as an orphan. After working, he made a lot of money and invested in the establishment of this orphanage at his own expense.

There are orphans and old people who have no one to support.

According to the dean's words, the society raised him up, and he should know how to be grateful and pass on this spirit.

Uncle Feng opened the iron gate, and Lin Yuan walked in with Su Xue.

"Xiaoyuan, who is this little girl?"

Seeing Su Xue holding Lin Yuan's hand, Uncle Feng asked curiously: "Isn't it going to be sent to the courtyard..."

After speaking, Uncle Feng's voice became much quieter.

"No, um...this is my adopted younger sister."

Lin Yuan was afraid that Uncle Feng might misunderstand, so he quickly answered, but when he heard Uncle Feng's unassuming voice, a bad premonition flashed in his heart, and he hurriedly asked, "Uncle Feng, is there something wrong in the courtyard?"

Uncle Feng shook his head again and again, and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing, by the way, did you participate in the game that appeared a few weeks ago?"

"participated."

Seeing Uncle Feng change the subject, Lin Yuan was even more worried, but Uncle Feng didn't want to say anything, so he could only ask the dean.

Uncle Feng said with a smile: "It's really unimaginable that ordinary people can obtain such powerful power."

"Hey, Uncle Feng, do you also have a gift?"

Hearing what Uncle Feng said, Lin Yuan asked in surprise, he thought that according to Uncle Feng's personality, he would never participate in such a life-threatening game.

Hearing Lin Yuan's question, Uncle Feng smiled bitterly and said, "Isn't that right? Originally, I planned to follow the mission and wait for the game to end, but who knows, someone took me to complete the novice mission out of nowhere and asked me if I wanted to Be his apprentice."

"..."

Could it be that Uncle Feng is the protagonist in the legend, the son of luck in the plane.

Otherwise, why would an NPC treat him like this and take him through the game dungeon obligatoryly.

Combining with what Zhong Kui said before, these mythical figures obviously know about dungeon games, but the system restricts them.

Judging from Uncle Feng's situation, the system obviously wants most humans to participate in the game.

Even if humans can voluntarily pass the novice task time and give up the game, they may be forced to complete the task and participate in the game.

Unless you commit suicide as soon as you enter the novice mission, the system can't force it, and not many people dare to commit suicide.

In addition, the system itself may have filtering rules.

This game is really getting more and more confusing, Lin Yuan thought to himself.

While Lin Yuan was chatting with Uncle Feng, an old voice came from not far away.

"Linzi, you're back."

Following the sound, Lin Yuan saw the figure that was deeply imprinted in his memory.

A clean white suit, shiny leather shoes, a waist that wanted to be straight but couldn't, the slightly cloudy eyes, and the full head of silver hair.

"Dean Lin, I'm back to see everyone."

Lin Yuan bowed and said seriously: "You are not in good health, just wait for me to go up and it will be over."

Dean Lin waved his hand, coughed and said, "Cough...I don't have a few days left to live. If I don't move around more, wouldn't I die faster."

"No one talks about death."

Seeing Dean Lin's continuous coughing, Lin Yuan stepped forward and patted his back lightly, and said in a low voice.

At the same time, Uncle Feng handed over a cup of hot tea that he had just received.

Dean Lin reached out to take the hot tea, blew it lightly a few times, took a sip, and then heaved a long sigh of relief, and said with emotion: "You just can't do it when you're old. You can't breathe after walking a few steps."

After finishing speaking, the other hand held Lin Yuan's hand, and he continued: "Don't beat it anymore, it's an old problem, it won't die."

"Look, you're here again. Don't keep talking about death."

Seeing that Dean Lin didn't want to let him beat his back, Lin Yuan had no choice but to give up.

Dean Lin's real name is Lin Sihua, and he made a fortune in Los Angeles when he was young, but most of the money was spent on this orphanage.

All the big guys in the orphanage admired him very much. Over time, Dean Lin's name spread, but few people remembered his real name.

It can be said that Dean Lin invested most of his savings for the rest of his life in the orphanage.

Even the most naughty children in the courtyard would respectfully call him "Dean Lin" when they saw him. They knew that their lives were hard-earned.

(End of this chapter)