Still, it attached to Wu Hen's chest...
Then slowly adhered to the heart!
"Thump thump thump thump!!!!!!"
Wu Hen's heart immediately began to race, and he realized his fate would be the same as the two people before him.
Yes, he had only been in Desert Dust for less than five minutes, and he was going to die!!
Why would a virtual game be so real and terrifying that Wu Hen felt his current situation was genuinely happening? The kind of primal human fear was simply insurmountable, collapsing every nerve within him!!
He wanted to scream!
He was hysterical inside!
He wanted to unleash his survival instincts, running for his life regardless of anything!
He even more wanted to take off this helmet, to return to reality immediately!
But how to take it off??
How to exit??
There was no way to exit, which only added to the despair!
Wu Hen's spirit had reached its breaking point.
But it was precisely this breaking point that allowed Wu Hen's survival instinct to feed a bit of calmness and rationality back into him!!
"This Head-cutting Evil Spirit did not immediately execute when it attached its ear to the tramp's heart, but listened for a while..."
"It's not because it hears the heartbeat that one dies."
"It's because the heart rate soared to a certain level, and the booming sound of the heart exceeded a certain volume."
"Life and death have a heart rate threshold. As long as the heart's sound doesn't exceed this threshold, one might survive!"
He must calm down, absolutely calm down!
Make that damned heart rate drop, he must not be dominated by the instinct of fear!
This is a virtual game, none of this is real.
He could not die, even if it was virtual, he must not die here!
Don't be nervous, don't fear, and don't collapse!
It's all fake!
Just a game!
He was now lying on his bed at home, only wearing a virtual helmet to get here. Everything he saw at the moment was no different from the nightmares he had while sleeping!
Just a nightmare!
"Thump thump thump ~~~~~"
After calming down, Wu Hen could clearly hear his heartbeat.
Wu Hen constantly gave himself mental suggestions.
"Thump thump ~ thump thump ~"
Wu Hen's heart rate finally began to slowly drop.
It was effective!
Then, he tightly closed his eyes, forcing himself not to think of the scenes he had just witnessed, but rather to imagine himself lying on his bed...
He had to hypnotize himself.
Hypnotize himself to calm down.
"Thump ~ thump ~ thump ~ thump ~"
Hypnosis was effective, his heart rate really started to stabilize!
The fat ear at Wu Hen's heart wriggled slowly, like a hunter waiting for the heart to jump out on its own.
But the heart inside grew calmer and the sound became fainter.
After continuing for another minute or two, finally, the ear clinging to his chest went soft.
The ear quickly retracted back to the Head-cutting Evil Spirit's head.
"Yikes!!"
Like the strange call of a giant salamander, the Head-cutting Evil Spirit turned away like a hunter that hadn't pounced on its prey.
It walked toward the shattered hut outside, its grotesque and hideous body slowly blending with the dilapidated vegetation, like a chameleon...
Soon, it became invisible, a faint outline could be seen walking away into the distance.
After a moment, even the outline disappeared.
It completely vanished into the rainforest town—like it was hunting for its next prey.
...
The immense terror finally came to an end.
Wu Hen was drenched in cold sweat,
and his legs couldn't stop trembling.
Although hypnotism indeed had a huge effect and allowed him to survive, the lingering waves of fear made his body almost unable to stand steady!
It was unknown how long it took before Wu Hen slowly calmed down.
Wu Hen's gaze fell on the girl who had initially warned him not to make a sound.
He now had many questions in his mind.
But he couldn't speak—how should he communicate?
Thinking for a moment, Wu Hen squatted down and lightly wrote on the dirty ground.
"Sister, are you also a player?" Wu Hen wrote and asked.
The girl also squatted down, her clear, bright eyes gazing at Wu Hen up close, curiously studying him.
But the girl didn't write; instead, she spoke aloud: "It's okay now, brother. You can talk, that thing won't come back a second time."
This was Wu Hen's first time entering here, knowing nothing about the place.
This girl, who had shown goodwill towards him from the start, made Wu Hen quite fond of and trusting.
He nodded.
Just as he instinctively was about to speak to her, a trace of caution flashed through Wu Hen's heart.
Why didn't that monster use its ear to listen to this girl's heart?
There were only the three of them in the house, with a drunkard outside.
The drunkard was dead, the tramp was dead, and he himself had just been through death's door. What about this girl?
"It's really okay to talk now. If I hadn't told you not to make a sound at the beginning, you would have been the first to die." The girl naturally sensed Wu Hen's distrust, showing a bit of grievance on her cheeks.
Seeing her like this, Wu Hen squeezed out an apologetic smile.
Then, Wu Hen again used his finger to write a line in the dusty dirt: "Sorry, I am mute in reality."
"Mute???" The girl was obviously taken aback, looking at Wu Hen for a long time.
"My vocal cords were damaged since childhood, I can't make a sound. I know sign language, see for yourself." Wu Hen continued to write.
After writing it, Wu Hen demonstrated some sign language to the girl, very professionally.
Seeing him use sign language, the girl first furrowed her brows, then suddenly burst into laughter!!