The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

Within half an hour, He Lang finished his consideration and proposed two conditions to Xiang.

One is that Song Lin will unconditionally agree to He Lang's one thing in the future. The only limitation of this matter is that it will not hurt Song Lin; the other is that Song Lin must at least go through He Lang before ordering He Lang to kill uninfected ordinary people. agreed.

Song Lin knowingly asked: "Didn't I say that I would not forcefully control your body without your consent? Why do you still stipulate this?"

He Lang didn't speak, but just took a deep look at him.

None of these five people trusted Song Lin, and both of them knew it well.

"Okay, I promise you everything. When you become... you will understand that what I said is not a lie." Song Lin sounded helpless and solemn like an elder doting on children, "Then I have a few things to say to you." you say."

He Lang silently waited for him to raise the conditions.

Song Lin said: "First of all, help me to be independent, I mean I don't need such a thing as a guardian; secondly, I want to follow you, whether it is now or in the troubled times in the future. I have to remind you that if He Lang and I get too far away If there is something wrong with He Lang and I don't have time to solve it, it will be troublesome."

He Lang frowned: "What's wrong with me?"

Song Lin replied: "You will do something like bring the source of infection out of the research center, and even cause yourself to be infected. What problem do you think will happen?"

To put it simply, Song Lin felt that He Lang would die.

He Lang said: "But if something happens to you, something happens to me. It's not safe for you to follow us."

"I'm just following you, not necessarily fighting the enemy with you." Song Lin chuckled, "And when it comes to self-defense, I'm still a little confident."

He Lang still didn't agree.

"Okay, that's it." Song Lin gave way again, "I'll stay in your team and try to follow Team He's command as much as possible, okay?"

He Lang asked: "What do you mean by trying your best?"

"Just take care of yourself and don't make trouble." Song Lin paused, "Don't be a burden."

This guarantee is very false, but the conditions that He Lang and Song Lin proposed to each other are actually very false, let alone talk about each other.Out of their own intentions, Song Lin and He Lang both agreed to each other's request.

After finishing everything for the time being, Song Lin finally said, "Now, let's get ready to start our ceremony."

The gorgeous woman finally changed from leaning against the table to standing straight: "What do you want to prepare? Make a list for me."

"No, it's time for the memory test." Song Lin said slowly, "One, I want four pieces of paper. Two, I want a pen. Three..."

Yan Shaojun looked at him sharply, as if he was ready for battle.

Song Lin hooked the corner of his mouth: "It's gone."

Song Lin got the paper and pen within 1 minute, and under the tight marking of five people, he drew four different and complex patterns on the paper.

Then the four of them were asked by Song Lin to leave the room. They could stand anywhere, but they had to ensure that the room would not be disturbed before Song Lin came out.

If He Lang didn't seem to be in a trance again, this kind of request would definitely not be granted.

After the four of them went out, Song Lin followed and locked the door.

He Lang laughed on the bed behind: "With such a lock, they can break down the entire door in half a minute."

"I have to say that you look quite relaxed now." Song Lin walked back to the bed, "Aren't you nervous or looking forward to your future?"

"No, once you've made a decision, just accept everything." He Lang closed his eyes, "I feel...a little sleepy."

Song Lin picked up one of the papers on the table: "Well, because your vitality is losing."

"What are you doing?" He Lang opened his eyes, and saw Song Lin holding up a piece of paper and gesticulating towards him, "What is drawn on that paper?"

"A formation to enhance the magic effect." Song Lin pointed to the other three sheets of paper on the table, "A formation to contract the undead, a formation to repair the body, and a formation to connect the undead to the body."

He Lang didn't understand these things, so he asked casually, "Formation?"

"Yes. I am seriously short of magic power now. In order not to waste it, I can only draw it down first. Then I can concentrate on speeding up the speed of chanting..." Song Lin didn't care whether He Lang understood, put down the paper while explaining, and walked away. Go to the wall at the other end of the room.

He Lang asked again: "The array of repairing the body...what is it repairing?"

"A wound..." Song Lin picked up the butterfly knife lying at his feet, and turned around, "Actually, it doesn't matter if it's cured or not, but in order to save some trouble, let's repair it later."

With a light press, the cold blade popped out.

"Now, let me kill you first."

The people guarding the door didn't know what was going on in the room. Even if they took out tools and eavesdropped against the wall, they couldn't get even the slightest sound.

I knew it was time to temporarily install a camera... they thought so.

It was very dawn, and finally there was a sound of the lock cylinder bouncing from the door of the room. Yan Shaojun and Lin Xiaoyong, who were guarding the door, stood up at once.

The woman who was guarding downstairs also rushed up within a few seconds: "Okay?"

As if responding to her words, the door of the room opened slowly.

Song Lin stood there with a pale face.His complexion is very bad, and his body is thin, like paper that will be blown away by the wind at any time.

He looked weaker than He Lang who was unconscious before.

When the three people outside the door saw his appearance, their hearts skipped a beat. The woman immediately stood in front of Yan Shaojun and Lin Xiaoyong, staring closely at Song Lin: "You..."

"Energy, physical strength... In short, it was more consumed than expected." Song Lin stood still, eyes lowered, and he was weak in speaking, "It's okay, just rest for a while."

Although the world has begun to change, it is still difficult for Song Lin's magic commands to completely match the flow of elements.Song Lin had already estimated the power consumed this time, and understood that it was much more difficult for him to contract the undead now than in the past, but the actual power lost was still beyond expectations.

The woman didn't relax: "Isn't it an infection?"

Song Lin doesn't have the energy to argue with them now: "Then lock me up and do a blood test."

"Xia Hong." Yan Shaojun patted the woman on the shoulder, then stepped forward, "Where is Team He?"

"Inside." Probably because he lacked strength, Song Lin spoke slowly, "I will wake up in seven days."

Yan Shaojun had already passed him into the room. Hearing his footsteps, he turned around and asked, "Why is it 7 days?"

"Didn't I tell you what his condition is now?" Song Lin replied, "The incubation period is 3 to 7 days, which is also what you said. In order to avoid infection accidents due to his random activities, let him lie down for a while." Son, let the soul cultivate by the way."

The solemnity on the faces of the three became more and more obvious.

Yan Shaojun looked at the man lying quietly on the bed, walked over, took out a pair of thin plastic gloves, put them on, and touched the man's neck.

Xia Hong and Lin Xiaoyong also passed Song Lin and walked in.

Yan Shaojun withdrew his hand, turned to look at the two companions, and shook his head.

No pulse, not even a temperature.

As time goes by, it gets colder and colder.

"He Dui, he really..." Xia Hong was filled with all kinds of feelings, grief, nervousness, and even anxiety. She turned to Song Lin, "Is he really going to wake up?"

Song Lin leaned against the door, showing a faint smile: "Even if you can't wake up, it's not you who suffer, but me. Why are you nervous?"

He was actually right.He Lang was about to die, even if he couldn't wake up, he would still die.Song Lin, on the other hand, spent so much effort, if he failed, everything would be in vain.

Yan Shaojun took off the plastic gloves, went to the side and threw them into the trash can... Then he noticed something with sharp eyes.

"What did you throw?" Yan Shaojun pointed to the trash can, "Looks like... inferior or fake jade?"

Two stones a little bigger than your thumb lay in it, a little colored and a little transparent.Yan Shaojun made sure that there was no garbage planted here before, and his companions were not very good at throwing such things.

"Hey, at least it turned out to be true, okay?" Song Lin sneered, "When my mother bought it for me, it cost several thousand."

There are thousands of jade, even if it is fake, it should not be of such quality, Yan Shaojun asked: "What do you use it for?"

"I stored some power before, and just used it up." Song Lin didn't hide it too much, "It's just that this thing doesn't last long, and it's scrapped once. It's probably too cheap..."

The three looked at each other, and Xia Hong said, "I'll take you back? You haven't returned all night, and at home..."

She stopped talking halfway, because she suddenly remembered the information she had investigated.If the Zhao family's attitude towards him was the same as the rumors said, then the Zhao family might not be able to sleep if the child didn't come home all night—too excited to sleep.

"I don't have the energy to deal with them right now." Song Lin confirmed the fact as rumored when he opened his mouth, "Anywhere is fine, find me a place to rest."

The way he spoke weakly showed a bit of the fragility of a young man.Xia Hong looked at him: "Then go to the guest room downstairs and rest."

When she spoke in a soft tone, she was quite gentle, as if she was taking care of Song Lin.But her companions knew that such an arrangement would make it very convenient for them to control this mysterious figure at any time.

Song Lin didn't seem to understand the meaning behind this, and smiled: "That's troublesome. It's just that I can't walk right now, if you believe that I'm not infected, can you help me move me to the guest room? "

In the end, Song Lin was carried downstairs by Qi Ye.

Qi Ye also put on a thick jacket in front of him, clearly to prevent him from getting infected and hurting others.Song Lin didn't care, so he asked them to guard themselves against infection and isolate and monitor.

The incubation period of the virus is 48 hours, so after Song Lin stayed alone in the guest room for two days, the four people who had been guarding the villa all the time agreed that he could move around freely - but he could not leave the villa.

Not to mention the villa, Song Lin still doesn't even come out to the guest room very much.He still looked weak, and the nourishing food specially prepared for him by the four of them had no effect, and he felt quite weak.

"Are you really okay?" Yan Shaojun looked him up and down, "Your complexion looks worse than Captain He's."

He Lang is just a corpse now, Yan Shaojun's comparison shows that his mouth is poisonous.

"I'm fine." Song Lin is not a bad-spoken person, and no matter how bad-spoken he is, he has accumulated enough sarcasm skill points after living for so long, "It's you, who stay by He Lang's bed every day, keeping filial piety?"

Squatting next to the corpse for 24 hours is really no different from keeping filial piety.

Yan Shaojun was too lazy to argue with a minor, and after confirming that he was in good spirits, he left after delivering the meal.

Song Lin turned on the TV, wore the clothes that a few people bought for him temporarily, sat by the bed with dinner and watched TV, and lived a leisurely life without going out.

Seven days later, He Lang lying on the bed opened his eyes.