This sandbox game is unreliable

"Damn it, this start is not right." Chen Xiyi looked at the leaky roof, and he always felt that there seemed to be something wrong.

"The body is not mine, and the strength has been reduced to the level of ordinary people, so I am not the main body?"

Chen Xiyi frowned, he discovered something very important, and then searched for the reason in his memory.

"Historical projection, making trouble, time!"

"Okay, I understand, but do you want to give three words so concisely, and I cheat?"

Through the three words in his mind, Chen Xiyi understood that he is now the historical projection of the main body, it could be the main body, but it is not completely.

Because in addition to him, a large number of historical projections have been placed at various times in this world. If he becomes cold, a new historical projection will take over immediately.

The goal is also very simple, that is to do things, let yourself leave your own traces in this time as a coordinate anchor point of ontology research time.

There are no specific tasks, and there are actually not many standards for the size of the troubles. In short, it is enough to survive.

"Although I don't know how many historical projection brothers disappeared before me, I always feel that I probably won't be the last one." Chen Xiyi complained that if he lived long enough, he would indeed be able to pass through the long river of time, but the problem is He didn't hang up

"It's no wonder that so many historical projections are needed. It's really not enough to cause harm if it's missing."

"And this body is really damaged. I don't have any virtue at all. If I don't give up and let me out, it's no different from sending me to death."

"It's also fortunate that I have a little conscience to give me a whole identity, otherwise I would be thrown down naked, and everyone would be gone."

Chen Xiyi checked his memory. His body is the son of a nearby family. The one he grew up in is called a rich man. As for why he is in this place that looks like a ruined temple, it is naturally because he went out for an outing.

It's just that he glanced at the mummified corpses lying on the ground, and then at the decapitated god statue in the ruined temple, and couldn't help swallowing.

"Damn. I said so many things just now, did I leak the secret?"

Then he carefully observed the surrounding environment, and soon he found that the statue seemed to be cracking a little bit.

Now he is just an ordinary person, and the naked eye can't see anything.

boom! ! !

The next moment, the idol exploded, and a mummy fell out, rolling to Chen Xiyi's feet with a grunt.

According to the normal progress of the plot, this thing will definitely get up, so Chen Xiyi must be hit by this thing when he turns around and runs away at this time, so he is very decisive.

"You son of a bitch, eat my golden right foot."

This kick landed firmly on the mummy's head. Chen Xiyi really used all his strength to kick the mummy's head and separated his body with one kick.

bang

In an instant, the entire ruined temple collapsed, and there was a dead silence around.

The weird atmosphere just now was gone.

"What the hell is this?" Chen Xiyi took a look at the mummy, and then went to lift the mummy's head back. It might have been a little too strong just now, causing half of its face to be broken.

He can be sure of one thing. It was true that there was something in it just now, but this thing died after Chen Xiyi revealed the secret. Obviously, he heard something he shouldn't hear and knew something he shouldn't know. The pollution of the seal is killed.

It may be a little bit stronger, and it took a minute longer to live before dying.

"Judging from my memory, there are no monsters or ghosts. Well, maybe it's just because of the region." Chen Xiyi knew that there must be some hidden worldview in this world, but he didn't know it.

After all, he is just a son of a family now.

"Thinking about it carefully, there is also martial arts, and something similar to weirdness, so where is my martial arts booster?"

Chen Xiyi felt that this routine was quite familiar.

He knows martial arts, the son of the family he is replacing now has a lot of good fighters, but most of them are external skills, not internal skills.

I had inquired about such things as internal strength at the beginning, and it can be said that it is hard to find.

Based on this setting, isn't it a bit unreasonable that he doesn't have a golden finger that can get bonus points by killing strangeness, or search for antiques to obtain some kind of energy?

Otherwise, with his current situation, his memory must be incomplete, and he doesn't know much.

If you really let all the memory of the main body be stuffed into the brain of an ordinary person, it is no longer a question of whether the other person's brain can carry it, but it will directly turn into terrifying pollution and distortion in an instant, which will corrupt the whole world.

So his memory is only what it should be.

Just now, the leaked words he said to himself abruptly wiped out all the 100 meters in range, and even wiped out the traces and time. It would be even more serious if the real body memory leaked out. up.

"My body seems to have gone through certain protective measures. At least the soul search and mind reading don't want to take effect. Well, it's not that it doesn't work, but if the other party looks at my memory, it will probably be distorted on the spot."

His body has been modified, otherwise it would not be possible to carry the historical projection.

"As far as I am concerned, it seems that if I don't hang up, I can't do anything big at all."

"Oh, it's also possible, just spread some indescribable knowledge of the ontology everywhere, and it is completely possible to create a batch of distortion monsters, but the distortion monsters probably won't recognize me, maybe they even ate me."

Chen Xiyi felt that this task was too difficult, thinking that there was still a homeland game when he was being deceived in Dali.

Now the Homeworld game is gone, it was eaten by the main body.

So I can only rely on myself.

"Now I have to run away first. This wilderness is not serious at all, and there are these mummified corpses. How will I explain when I go back?"

Chen Xiyi left the ruined ruined temple and returned the same way he remembered.

The people who went out for an outing with him were basically wealthy daughters and classmates. This time, thirty-seven people died including their servants. It will be difficult to explain after returning.

The reason is simple, they are dead, how did you escape?

This is a test of Chen Xiyi's ability to make up nonsense, he can't say that he opened his mouth to say some unspeakable secrets and killed a certain weird existence.

"I can't go back like this. I have to be a little embarrassed, otherwise I won't be able to convince the public. Fortunately, the person who organized this outing is not me, otherwise I will be in bad luck."

"The mental state is a little trance, it's better to be scared out of my mind, Gan, this will not only test my ability to make up nonsense, but also test my acting skills."

Chen Xiyi's face collapsed, it was too embarrassing for him.

"Hey, you didn't hang up and let me make trouble, you're just trying to get shit out of it." Chen Xiyi rolled on the ground, messed himself up, and made himself a lot of wounds. It's not serious, it's just a skin injury at most.

"It shouldn't be infected, right? With the living conditions in ancient times, if it gets infected, it will die."

In ancient times, infection was not a trivial matter, but Chen Xiyi was still cautious about his injuries. Most of them were broken skin or bruises, and it was rare to say that they really hurt flesh and blood.

So it shouldn't be a big problem.

"The next thing, whether you can rise up or not depends on luck. The main body should pay attention to me, and maybe give a helping hand, but I don't know how much help I can give. If I really want to be in a hurry, I can say something that I shouldn't say. Help me with the aftermath."

Chen Xiyi knows that his historical projection is here to serve as a time anchor, not to start from scratch, so generally speaking, as long as what you do is not too much, for example, if you want to continue messing around in a life-and-death crisis, you can also treat it as justice from heaven and obliterate it. The enemy, but if you use it casually, you will probably be blacklisted.

That is to say, it can be used to fight BOSS in seconds, but if it is used to fight mobs, it will only be cheated.

Chen Xiyi knew that the main body would definitely give the golden finger, but he didn't know what it was, and he didn't say the triggering conditions, so the time probably didn't come yet.

Otherwise, if he died suddenly on the spot, he would have to change to a historical projection brother.

Moreover, he guessed that his identity or the region he was in also had certain particularities, otherwise, it would be basically impossible to find someone at random and stuff his historical projection into it, isn't that nonsense.

It's just that these things have to wait until he returns to the city to know.

"There is no difference in memory, no different from ordinary aristocratic families, but since there are martial arts and weirdness, it means that the city may have something special."

Chen Xiyi knows what kind of temperament he is. Although he has lost a lot of relevant memories, his brain is still there, and he can completely analyze his own personality.

"Sigh, the soul of the Qi refiner is gone, and his brain is no longer bright."

Chen Xiyi sighed, don't even think about cultivating Qi fighters again, there is no Qi machine in this world, and he doesn't have goblins, so there is no way to cultivate Qi fighters at all.

Compared with other systems, the Qi Refining System has given him the most help. Among other things, it has improved his IQ in a disguised form. Now Chen Xiyi feels like a rusty machine. It works, but forget about efficiency.

Probably at most the level of ordinary people.

So it is still not easy to turn over, or just don't turn over.

"I don't know how those historical projection brothers before me lived. It can't be all luck. How high is the battle damage rate?"

If they all had a start similar to his, then the difficulty is indeed more than a little higher.

It's just a son of a family, not a son of a heavenly emperor or a son of almighty.

From memory, Chen Xiyi naturally knew that the family he was in was big, and it was indeed big, but there were also forces in this city that could fight against each other, so it was not a single-handed overlord.

Therefore, the help that can be given to him is also limited.

"It's definitely too late to practice martial arts, I have to think about some tricks!"

Martial arts are all external skills, most of them are hard work and extra skills, which require years of practice. It must be too late for him to practice now. With the wicked appearance of the main body, he will definitely not let him stay for more than ten years, so it must be Something will happen.

And there is a high probability that wherever he goes, there will be accidents.

"Isn't this a sweeping star? Back then, the god position was really easy to use." Chen Xiyi complained.