After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Chapter 206

[Beep——begins to broadcast mission data.]

A few seconds later, the mechanical voice of 103 came:

[Task completion rate: 100%]

[Plot completion rate: 96%]

[This main mission is successful, and the side mission is successful. 】

【Rated "A"】

[Complete the mission "Hero of the End Times" and get 4.9 points. Complete the side mission and get 2 points. Current total points: 13.5 points.]

Ni Yangzhou fell to the ground with a puff. The empty sky and earth did not feel solid, but it was as if he was lying on invisible cotton. The young man stared at the endless sky, and he still felt a sense of weightlessness.

The voice of 103 continues:

[The remaining experience cards are [Corpse Talisman], [Desert Eagle], [Wooden Fence], and [Gourd Little King Kong]. 】

Ni Yangzhou was silent for a long time, neither speaking nor moving, so long that 103 anxiously screened the host's physical data and asked softly:

[Host, are you okay? Do you need to make an appointment for mental health services? ]

Ni Yangzhou's eyes were originally a little blank, but when he heard this, he burst into laughter: "Third brother, can you still see a psychologist?"

Route 103:

[This system has downloaded the corresponding psychology books. If you need, I can switch the coping mode at any time. ]

Ni Yangzhou shook his head, thinking that this was not an ability that could be copied and pasted just by reading a lot of books, and just responded: "Thank you for your concern, Third Brother, I don't need it for now."

103 I feel a little regretful. I have just downloaded the book highly recommended by my colleagues and I am in need of someone to try it. They all say that it can greatly relieve the host's emotions, but I didn't expect that my host is too strong and I can't use it at all.

Ni Yangzhou stood up, brushed off the nonexistent dust on his body, looked up and asked, "Third brother, which book should I choose next?"

103 was a little confused: [The host makes his own decision. Are you asking for recommendations? Books with high death rates generally have higher ratings. ]

Ni Yangzhou shook his head: "Choose which world I can meet him in."

[…Who? I don’t know.]

"Good Third Brother, can you reveal a little bit? Have you been having this, this, this, sleep talking, mumbling, or some other little problem lately?"

"Or can I meet him no matter which book I choose?"

103 replied a little slowly:

[…I really don’t know.]

"Ok."

Ni Yangzhou nodded helplessly, thinking that maybe it was a restriction that was higher than his third brother's level, so he would no longer embarrass his good third brother.

"Okay, Third Brother, it's okay."

After Ni Yangzhou finished speaking, he opened his system interface, where three books were neatly arranged.

The cover of the last book is different from the first time I saw it. In my memory, it was a big open bloodstained hand with plants entangled around it.

Ni Yangzhou had always thought that the lush green plants in the background were just the background, and thought it was interesting to use the vibrant plants to set off the lifeless zombie claws. Unexpectedly, he understood it completely the opposite: the plants were predators, and the zombies and humans were the dead souls under the leaves.

The cover now has turned into a warm yellow soft light. In the soft light, there are silhouettes of countless people standing, and occupying the center position is the profile of a woman.

The lines are smooth and heroic, and the short hair is chic.

Ni Yangzhou sighed and closed the interface without staying for even a moment.

"Third brother, let's go, choose a book, and go to the next world!"

103 looked at the host who was full of energy and became encouraged as well.

【Please choose a book. 】

The huge book canopy unfolded, with no end in sight and no bottom. Ni Yangzhou watched as all kinds of strange names were crossed out one by one.

There are also many nameless ones without covers.

Ni Yangzhou looked at them one by one, trying to get some information from the cover and title, but every time he thought about it carefully, he suddenly didn't want to choose anymore, as if the decision after consideration would affect the fate that he and that person had formed in some unknown way.

Ni Yangzhou was determined. He just closed his eyes and scribbled randomly. The books flashed by like shooting stars with long glowing tails. The young man pointed casually and said, "Third brother, this is it."

Just a few inches away from your fingertips, a book lies quietly.

But this book is different from every other book around it. It has no cover, no title, and no borders.

There is no color and no shape.

It's like a transparent mosaic lurking among millions of books.

The fingertips were only a few centimeters away, and with a light touch of the fingertips, the mosaic spread like a flood.

103 was about to look up the book data when he suddenly exclaimed:

【what? 】

【Host? ! 】

Ni Yangzhou had never heard his third brother lose his composure like this. He opened his eyes suddenly, but before he could see clearly, his brain seemed to be suddenly powered off. His thoughts were like broken strings, and his whole body was instantly swallowed up by the mosaic. In the blink of an eye, he was sucked into the book.

In the empty pure white space, 103 witnessed everything and shouted in a mechanical voice in shock:

【Host? Host! Where are you? 】

【Host! 】

The system quickly verified the data in shock, and the information flow poured down like a waterfall, while the host who had worked hard and actively seemed to be suddenly deleted.

No trace of him anymore.

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An autumn wind blew by, and leaves swirled down, landing hard and crisp on the ground, where they were crushed to pieces by a snow-white little rabbit that suddenly jumped over.

The little rabbit's eyes were red like gems, and its inverted triangle nose kept moving up and down. Suddenly, its ears, which could see through bloodshot eyes, stood up towards the light, and in the rustling of the wind, it distinguished the sound coming from far away.

Nearly.

Nearly.

Just as the rabbit was about to kick the ground with its fully-strength hind legs, a stone violently pierced its tender throat. Its snow-white body immediately fell on its back on the ground, twitching twice before it became silent.

A dry little hand grabbed the rabbit's ears, then turned around and stuffed the slingshot into the backpack behind him.

The bamboo basket was stuffed with a lot of wild vegetables, and the little rabbit was well hidden in the middle. The child carrying the basket was only seven or eight years old, but he had been trekking alone in the deep mountains and forests for a long time.

Qi lifted the backpack upwards a bit to prevent the animal's protruding back from rubbing too hard against the bamboo comb, otherwise the scab that had just formed would be rubbed off again.

Bleeding is a minor issue, but the clothes are torn and my mother is afraid that she will be beaten again.

Qi ran back in two or three steps, jumping as nimbly as a monkey, picked up the bundle of firewood behind the tree, and then walked towards home.

After walking for nearly two more hours, I arrived home and it was already dark. I had no idea what time it was and I could only hear the occasional barking of dogs.

When Qi got home, he stood in front of the yard and looked inside. There was no light in the room. Then he reached out and slowly pushed open the fence. There was a creaking sound. The boy paused and listened carefully when there was no sound. Then he tiptoed in and walked towards the woodshed in the corner.

Before he had walked halfway, there was a sound of something falling in the house, and a hard shoe was thrown towards the door. Fortunately, the boy was not accurate enough and did not dare to dodge. The muddy shoe hit him in the chest, and the exposed skin was burning with pain.

The man in the room did not go out, but opened the broken window and shouted in a drunken voice:

"Where did you go to hide, you lazy bastard? How come you didn't get taken away by the wolf?"

Qi Yi, still carrying the backpack, bent down with difficulty to pick up the worn cloth shoes and put them at the door of the room. He replied, "All the firewood nearby has been picked up, so I went to the mountains to look for firewood and also picked some wild herbs, so I'm a little late."

When the man in the room heard that there was some income, he stopped being angry and just said unhappily, "Go back to the house and give me the money tomorrow after you sell it."

Qi Yi clenched his fist and responded hesitantly, then put the firewood under the eaves to cover it, picked out the herbs in the backpack and put them in the kitchen, then he sneaked into the house along with the backpack.

The rabbit smelled of blood, so Qi Yi wrapped it with soil and herbs to make sure it would not be exposed. Then he dragged his tired body back to the bed.

In fact, it was not really a bed. It was just a broken wooden board with some adobe bricks taken off last year underneath, covered with some straw and an old piece of clothing. That was his bed.

The little boy should have fallen asleep immediately, but now he couldn't close his eyes no matter what.

Outside the window was the dark night sky, without a single star, and the moon was dim.

Qi Yi looked around and found nothing attractive in the empty little house.

But the boy still didn't close his eyes.

The night wind blew quietly, like tiny people running back and forth on the grass.

Qi Yi waited for the time to pass by every second.

Finally, the faint, intermittent voice came again.

A hoarse laugh came from the dark little room.

it says:

“Scratch…scratch…”

"——Tickle me...."