At this time, it seems that it is still in the initial state, and he is still unable to move.

All I could smell was the smell of hospital disinfectant and the touch of soft sheets that gradually became clearer.

The voice sounded on the right, and it was a male voice. After saying that sentence, steady footsteps sounded.

The footsteps are gradually getting farther away.

All that was left in my ears was the ticking of the clock, one after another, echoing in the quiet room. Combined with the smell of disinfectant, it sounded like a quiet and terrifying feeling.

Then, the system prompts that it will arrive on time:

【Welcome all players to the sixth world!】

[World name: White Sand Paradise]

[Basic mission for all players: Survive and survive to the fifth day]

[Player’s personal advanced mission: (Decided according to the role played by the player, and is being issued...)]

【Perfect clearance: Discover the secret behind White Sand Paradise.】

…

"Ding dong!"

[The mission of the person in power: ensure the survival of NPC "Yang Xia". 】

[Task reward: Advancement of status as "the one in power."]

[Punishment for mission failure: The status of "power holder" is restored to the basic formal period. 】

…

[New sanity value (sanity value) setting is added in the sixth world. 】

[Please note: The san value is closely related to the player's mental state. If it is too high or too low, different events will be triggered, which will affect the final ending route of this world plot! 】

[Players please always pay attention to changes in san value.]

…

At the same time, in front of the dark field of vision, in addition to the green life bar and the blue mana bar, another long orange bar slowly appeared.

Unlike the two long tubes, the orange in this long tube seems to move. When you look at it, it feels like it is slowly flowing.

At this time, the value on the orange bar is exactly 80/100.

The full value is 100, and Su Mingan's san value at this time is 80.

The barrage interface in the upper right corner also started scrolling:

【First!】

【I'm coming!】

[There are so few people participating in this dungeon... Are you still scared by the previous world? 】

[I think I was mainly frightened by the Sixth World keywords Su Mingan announced on the forum...]

【Alienation, madness, endless hell...are really not good words.】

[Indeed, I was ready to die, but I was suddenly frightened back by this notice.]

[Those who dare to end up in this world are warriors...]

[Why does Su Mingan even know information about the next world? What is his identity? Why is there so much preferential treatment? 】

[It is recommended that the identity name be changed to: "the organizer's own son", funny.jpg]

[Preferential treatment has nothing to do with you, I don’t care about this lemon, nmsl]

【……】

As the barrage surged, Su Mingan turned on the daily automatic blocking mode.

He had learned before that san value meant sanity value, which was similar to what the system explained and was closely related to his mental state.

Therefore, he specially traveled to Minghui for more than a day just to adjust his spirit to the best state.

Now it seems that I am in good spirits and can actually reach a value of 80.

The control of his body gradually returned, and when he finally opened his eyes, he first saw a gray ceiling.

In the pale square, an incandescent lamp shone a dazzling light, and he closed his eyes slightly again.

...Wait, the view is wrong.

At least it's different from normal.

He opened his eyes again and clearly saw the faint dark corners surrounding his vision.

It was as if the edges of the eyeballs had been smeared with a layer of black, and the edges of the picture he was looking at were blurred, leaving only the center circle as the normal field of vision.

Just like the vision of a nuclear flashlight in a horror game, the central circle is clear, but the surrounding area seems to be obscured by black fog.

And just as he was closing and opening his eyes, the originally steady incandescent light suddenly flickered strangely for a moment.

“Bah, bah—”

Accompanied by a strange explosion, the vision in front of him turned black and white. When the light dimmed, he seemed to vaguely see a blood-red shadow.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, in the blink of an eye, the light came on again.

...it's like nothing happened.

He waited for a moment, and finally waited until his body's consciousness was completely restored, and then slowly sat up.

He looked towards this room.

The room was very small, and the living space was squeezed into an extremely narrow space by the gray walls. In addition to the bed under me, there was a wooden table, a chair, and a small wardrobe next to it.

The wall clock on the wall was ticking, resounding throughout this small room.

At this time, the hour hand points to 1. If his guess is correct, it is one o'clock in the morning. However, it is not impossible that it is one o'clock in the afternoon.

The simple and plain furniture is pressed quietly to the ground, leaving an extremely narrow path.

Apart from that, there is nothing.

There was no trace of the person who spoke. There was only a narrow door that was quietly closed. There was no gap under the door and nothing could be seen outside.

He raised his head and saw a window on the wall.

The window pane was dark, and there was no light outside, but when he looked over, it looked like twisted black lines spreading out from the pane, and branches and leaves growing desperately, as if shadows were coming in from the outside.

But the next time he blinked, the twisted black lines suddenly disappeared.

It's like nothing happened.

...It is indeed the underworld.

He stretched out his hand and saw a pair of almost bony hands.

Under the pale light, the hand was so white that it was almost transparent. There were countless pinholes on the back of the hand, and there was a huge gash running along the upper arm of the right arm and spreading to the back of the hand. The scar looked very hideous.

He opened the sheets and saw a blue and white striped hospital gown. Under the hospital gown was an extremely thin body. The large clothes were put on him like a huge sack.

.

He suddenly felt a pain in his thigh. This pain did not just appear, it seemed to have always been there. But as he continued to strengthen his control over his body, he gradually became aware of this continuous pain.

After thinking for a moment, he closed the live broadcast room and unzipped his pants.

He saw a line of deep red words carved on his thigh.

…

【Don't let them hear.】

…

The wound had not yet healed, and the marks he had scratched were still very clear. Accompanied by bursts of pain, he blocked the writing and felt that the situation was getting more and more weird.

……"them".

"who are they?

Don't let "them" hear anything?

This information was so crucial that the original person endured great pain and engraved it directly on his body so that he could see it immediately instead of writing it down in some notebook nearby.

He restarted the live broadcast, thought about it, and slowly got out of bed.

He put on his slippers and stepped on the floor, his steps sinking.

The floor suddenly made a distorted "squeaking" sound.

The sound was extremely strange, like a person wailing in a very high pitch.

He frowned.

...Anyway, let’s take a look at the appearance first.

Appearance is a very important thing, and sometimes it can help him determine his current identity.
To be continued...