Consciousness detached, time seemed infinitely slowed, Han Fei could clearly see his own body drifting away, while he saw a hand reaching for his leg.
As fingertips grazed him, his soul seemed to freeze, Han Fei looked down, but saw nothing.
Opening his eyes, Han Fei removed the game helmet and opened the Game Box.
His pupils were still nervously twitching, struggling to calm down for a long time.
"Exiting the game couldn't stop that thing, I almost failed to exit."
The Game Box constantly adjusted Han Fei's body, he didn't feel any anomalies, and his mental state was also very good.
But as he was preparing to step out of the Game Box, he suddenly fell to the ground.
Han Fei stared incredulously at his left leg, which from the calf down, had completely lost sensation.
"That unspeakable ghost, its fingers brushed against my left leg!"