The last thing Lin Mo saw was the prompt box "It has been detected that you have been working continuously for 72 hours, it is recommended to take a rest immediately" that popped up on the computer screen, as well as the bright red "996 Fortune News" desktop wallpaper in the lower right corner. He wanted to reach out and press the prompt, but his eyelids were as heavy as 502 glue. The next second, the world fell into complete darkness.
When I opened my eyes again, the fishy smell hit my nose.
He lowered his head and saw that he was wearing a dusty animal skin skirt. The rough edges made his skin itchy. He was still holding an iron fork that was so rusty that it was almost unrecognizable. Half a piece of unknown animal meat hung on the fork tip, and flies were buzzing around.
"No way..." Lin Mo pinched his thigh and grinned in pain. This is not a dream.
Surrounded by rugged mountain walls with strange rocks, there was a hole above the head that let in a few rays of sunlight. Strange screams came one after another in the distance, making people's scalp numb. While he was confused, a little demon with a chicken head stumbled in, his face turned pale: "Brother Mo! Oh no! The brother patrolling the mountain said that a monk came from the east, riding a white horse, followed by a monkey with a hairy face and a thunderous mouth, and a fat man with big ears and a long nose!"
Lin Mo: "..."
Hairy face and thunderous mouth? Big ears and long nose?
This combination is simply familiarity engraved in our DNA!
He suddenly thought of the Journey to the West fanfics he played before his sudden death - those cannon fodder characters who started out as little monsters patrolling the mountains and were then knocked to death by Sun Wukong with a stick. Aren't they who he is now? !
"Why are you panicking!" Lin Mo took a deep breath and slammed the iron fork on the ground. The soul of the second grade was raging in the desperate situation.
