The entrance to the ventilation duct is very close to the ground. Wang Yi can get in by bending down. The space inside is only enough for him to crawl forward.

Waves of cool wind blew over, blowing Wang Yi's broken hair on his forehead. The light here was dim. He squinted his eyes slightly and carefully observed the environment. He saw that there were no forks in the ventilation duct, and the road seemed to go straight forward without an end.

Wang Yi no longer hesitated and immediately started crawling forward. This place was very special. There was no light source, but he could still see the surrounding environment clearly. Even after crawling for a long time, he could not see the end point.

After crawling and crawling, he came to the conclusion that the ventilation duct was very crude and did not have the functions that a ventilation duct should have. It was just a passage.

Looking back, the light from the entrance was completely invisible. The scenery in front and behind was exactly the same, making it impossible to visually judge the distance of movement.

By calculating the distance and number of moves of his elbow each time, he traveled about 500 meters in the pipe.

During the march, Wang Yi felt that he was getting heavier and heavier, and it became more and more laborious to move, consuming a huge amount of physical energy.

The pipe ahead is darker and narrower.

Soon the light disappeared, the darkness blinded his eyes, and the space did not allow him to bend the joints of his arms and legs. Wang Yi felt as if his chest was pressed by a stone. When he exhaled, his breath was blocked by the close wall of the tube and breathed into his lungs again.

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His breathing became rapid, and his whole body was squeezed into one line, with his back and chest close to the pipe. He could only twist the muscles on his body and wriggle forward like a caterpillar.

Wang Yi felt that he had reached his limit, stopped crawling, adjusted his breathing, and started to rest.

Do you want to go back? You can think of other ways.

If there is no end point, there is no point in working hard. What is the use of continuing to climb like this?

Could it be a trap?

His head was filled with so many thoughts, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own random thoughts or whether it was poured into it by the virtual world.

The person who created this virtual world must be very aware of human fear. The oppressive environment is constantly destroying his spirit, leading him to give up, and leading him to self-destruct.

If this continues, he will definitely have a mental breakdown.

If it were the real world, it wouldn't be so painful. He could clearly feel that in the virtual world, his negative emotions were amplified hundreds of times.

He only has the body of an ordinary person here, and even the simulation in his head cannot be used.

Wang Yi closed his eyes in the darkness and tried to enter the flow. He failed. His thoughts were running quickly, but they were extremely complicated and he couldn't concentrate at all.

Try to refer to the memory of the previous life, there must be a way to solve the current problem.

In an instant, this idea was washed away by a huge amount of thoughts.

Recalling it again, he found that he could not remember anything. He only knew that there was a previous life, but he could not recall the details.

He opened his eyes and continued to crawl forward. The pipe changed from parallel to downward sloping. Because the pipe wall was smooth, Wang Yi's movement speed also became faster.

The tilt angle was too large. Under the influence of gravity, he lost the chance to retreat and could only go all the way down.

After a while, Wang Yi was lying in the pipe panting, his whole body soaked in sweat. Here, there was no time and no light. The advantage was that he didn't need to drink water or eat. As long as he didn't give up, he wouldn't die.

He rested more and more frequently, and moved slower and slower. The act of recording time and distance had long since stopped, because it was meaningless, and moving forward to the exit was the only thing to do.

Unknowingly, Wang Yi seemed to be separated from his own body, looking at himself from the perspective of God, controlling this body to crawl, and the body's thoughts, emotions, and pain could not affect Wang Yi at all.

This feeling is really wonderful, like controlling a puppet. The puppet is lifeless and just crawls mechanically. You don’t even need to think about fatigue.

In this state, Wang Yi's speed became very fast, and he no longer needed to rest. His consciousness gradually became clearer. He felt that those things that were dragging him down were all illusions. He would not be tired, worn out, or exhausted.

At this time, the body radiated light from Wang Yi's perspective, and a layer of white halo enveloped him.

He looked through the skin, through the bones, followed the blood inside, and saw the beating of the heart. He wanted to find the source of the light.

Soon, I saw a little light in my field of vision. That was his head, where the brain was kept. It was the brightest place and the source of the light. The light outside the body was just a small part of it that escaped.
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Wang Yi stared at that point of light, his sight passed through the dazzling light and reached the origin. It turned out that they were the energy absorbed after destroying the monster.

These energies undergo quantitative changes and produce qualitative changes, thus forming the source of light. Why couldn’t I feel it before?

It seems that he triggered them when he entered the current state.

Wang Yi sighed: "So that's it."

Wang Yi's mind moved and he continued to look at the energy. The energy was compressed into a ball, with dreamy colors flowing inside. There is something behind these colors.

Is it a number?

"Number one."

Click.

Just as Wang Yi read out the number one, there was a crisp sound around him, the dark and narrow pipe disappeared, and Wang Yi's consciousness returned to his body.

With blue sky and white clouds above his head, Wang Yi was lying on a lawn. The plants around him were growing luxuriantly. The sun was shining on his body, making him very warm. All the haze was cleared away.

Where is this?

Wang Yi stood up and looked into the distance. The edge of this grassland could not be seen. He felt that everything here was beautiful and comfortable.

Turning around and looking around, he saw a door standing abruptly behind him. He walked a few steps and went behind the door. The structure of both sides of the door was the same.

He reached out and touched the door handle, and a real touch came over him, a cold, hard metal touch. He opened and twisted the handle, and the door was pushed open easily.

Pushing the door open, there was another scene behind the door. It was a building he was familiar with, a mental hospital in the virtual world. Looking at the furnishings inside, there were dining tables, chairs, a meal window, and red balloons.

When Wang Yi observed the scene behind the door, from the corner of his eye, he saw that the world he was in began to gradually brighten, and his body began to blur.

Due to environmental reasons, his thinking became focused.

He realized that time here was about to end, and when it was over, he would return to that pipe.

If you can’t go back, you’ll never be able to get out again. That pipeline is likely to be endless.

An idea suddenly came to his mind.

Go outside.

Wang Yi stepped through the door and entered the canteen.

When he turned around, the door was gone.

Finally getting out of the ventilation duct, he thought that even though it was dirty and messy, and there were monsters, it was still better than the broken duct.

However, he did not continue to appreciate the environment, but went straight to the kitchen in the cafeteria.
Chapter completed!