Chapter 8: Self-immolation
This is a valley. In the middle of the valley is a Gobi desert about the size of two or three football fields. There is no grass on it, only large and small stones. Mo Lan is standing in front of the entrance of the valley at this moment.
Looking at the terrain of the valley, Mo Lan turned and walked back to the river, cutting off piles of dry reeds, weeds, and bushes with a dagger.
Carrying reeds and weeds, they walked to the middle of the valley, first built a simple frame with wooden sticks, and then covered it with reed leaves to make a simple thatched hut.
The thatched hut was built, leaving a space of about two meters around it, and the space outside of two meters was filled with reeds, weeds and shrubs.
Mo Lan worked tirelessly like an ant moving house, cutting down the shrubs, reeds and other things bit by bit, and piled them in the valley, like a wall, forming a circle around it.
After completing the circle, leave two meters of space outside, and then surround another circle of weeds and shrubs two meters away.
The sky gradually darkened, and the grass wall was built four times, forming a large circle with a diameter of 20 meters in the center of the valley.
Mo Lan did not stop at this point, but instead checked carefully outside the big circle, collecting all the combustible and flammable materials within a radius of 100 meters and piling them next to the outermost straw sign wall.
After all this was over, Mo Lan took out the three and a half cans of black oil, leaving not a single can. He sprinkled them all around, on the fourth and third layers of the grass walls. Finally, he left a little bit and poured it directly from the fourth layer of the grass wall to the edge of the innermost grass hut, drawing a line with the oil.
Mo Lan looked back, and after making sure that there was no problem, he climbed over the grass wall and went straight to the innermost part. He used the flint he had bought to make a fire, lit a torch and stuck it next to it, then went into the grass hut and lay down to rest.
The valley in the wild was silent, Mo Lan's breathing gradually became longer, and soon he fell into a deep sleep.
Not long after, a dark shadow appeared outside the grass wall. It sniffed gently and a pungent smell filled the air, but the dark shadow didn't care. It used its limbs to exert force and gently climbed over the grass wall.
The dark shadows fell on the reeds, making only a tiny sound that was barely noticeable even in the quiet night.
After crossing layer after layer of grass walls, it soon arrived outside the simple straw hut. The meat pads absorbed all the sounds, allowing it to enter the hut silently. Its cold eyes stared at the seemingly unkillable human in front of it.
Bang!
There was a sound outside, like something falling to the ground.
The leopard in the straw hut didn't care. It raised its front legs and swung its claws, flashing with cold light, towards Mo Lan's neck.
But at this moment Mo Lan suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at the leopard.
The frightened leopard used its front paws to almost cut off Mo Lan's neck, and rushed out of the hut with a kick of all four legs, but was forced back by waves of heat just as it was about to leave.
“Hoo, hoo, hoo!”
The flames roared, illuminating the entire valley like daylight, and the intense heat wave caused the air to begin to distort.
Flames three or four meters high instantly rose from the fourth layer of grass wall and quickly spread inward.
The nervous leopard stretched out its claws, leaving four deep marks on the stone under its feet, and its narrow vertical pupils reflected the blazing flames and the primitive fear of it.
No matter how strong a beast is, as long as it has not become an intelligent creature, it will have a primitive fear of fire. This primitive fear is deeply engraved in the genetic chain of their ancestors from generation to generation, without exception.
Mo Lan turned into a soul perspective and floated in the air, watching the leopard growling continuously and trying to escape outside , but was forced back by the raging flames every time.
After a few times, the leopard lowered its limbs, growling loudly from its mouth, a green light flashed, and a tiny curved blade took shape between its fangs.
"Whirring whirring!"
“Wind Blade!”
Mo Lan shouted in surprise, even magic was used, this leopard had indeed reached the extraordinary realm.
Under Mo Lan's gaze, the green wind blade quickly expanded and turned into a green wind blade more than one meter long, which struck the grass wall with a strong wind.
boom!
The grass wall was split in an instant, leaving a long scratch on the ground. But before the leopard could rush out, the increasingly vigorous flames directly engulfed the narrow road. Under the strong wind, the fire was more than a little bigger than before.
After spitting out the wind blade, the leopard became a little listless, and the light in its eyes became much weaker.
“Puff.”
Mo Lan couldn't help laughing out loud and clicked on the revival button, but this time he didn't resurrect directly. Instead, a page popped up.
"Tip: Death above level 1 will deduct 50% of the experience required for upgrading to that level. The first time you lose experience at that level, it will be deducted to zero experience for the current level. You only have one chance to maintain your level.
If there is no chance to stay in the league and the experience is insufficient, the experience points of the previous level will be used to replace the deduction until all the experience points are deducted. The deduction of experience points will result in downgrade, but the added attribute points will remain unchanged. After resurrection, the player will fall into a weak state and can exert strength to the corresponding level of experience points. The weak state lasts until the deducted experience points are replenished.
No more reminders/confirmations of resurrection.”
Mo Lan didn't want to waste time, so he directly clicked to confirm the resurrection. The experience points were deducted, and then he appeared in the straw hut.
At this time, the flames had spread to the first layer of grass wall. As soon as Mo Lan was resurrected, he felt waves of heat coming towards him, making his skin dry and quickly dehydrated. The smoke and dust in the air choked him and made him cough repeatedly.
"Cough, cough, cough, die!"
Mo Lan gritted his teeth and pounced on the weak leopard with a dagger in hand.
However, although the leopard was a little weak, it still dodged easily and left three deep wounds on Mo Lan with its claws.
But the familiar pain only made Mo Lan grin and continue to pounce on the leopard.
"Whirring whirring!"
The flames were crackling. The area around the straw hut was the only fire-free area. However, just like in a steel furnace, every inch of space was scorching hot. The hair and clothes of both the Leopard and Mo Lan had begun to curl and burn.
In addition, the straw hut also caught fire under the high temperature.
There is less and less space to dodge and move.
Phew!
Mo Lan's throat was cut, and blood spurted out and fell to the ground with a hissing sound, then evaporated in an instant.
Mo Lan clicked on the revival button and instantly appeared at the original place, but a message popped up on the attribute panel.
LV1: 0/200 (weak state: LV0: 0/100)
The clothes on the resurrected Mo Lan had been burned to ashes, only a pair of boxer shorts were left in the fire with no signs of being ignited.
In addition, flames began to appear on both Mo Lan and Leopard's bodies.
"ah!"
The intense burning sensation made Mo Lan's face ferocious. He grabbed the hot dagger and pounced on the leopard again.
"thump!"
Immersed in fear and pain, the leopard was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground by Mo Lan for the first time.
"Roar!"
The leopard growled, and Mo Lan's face was distorted with pain. The hot dagger stabbed directly into the leopard's mouth and twisted it.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Cough cough cough."
A white smoke rose up and sank into Mo Lan's body, which made him relax all over. He gasped for breath, but was choked by the thick smoke and coughed repeatedly.
The flames were blazing, and Mo Lan felt the moisture in his body evaporating rapidly. Soon he fell on the leopard, breathless.
