Chapter 447: When I'm Dead?

The obsession of this strange story lies in the almost paranoid and distorted love of the head of the family for the goddess before the Wei family's cataclysm. This kind of love made him not only not become a god's inheritance after his death, but also became the patron saint of the Wei family, but turned into a curse-like strange talk. Day and night, he relies on his own deformed desires to control the lives of future generations.

Originally, this deformed desire was only within the Wei family, but the god legacy 005 and the advisor opened Pandora's box and released this demon.

As for the purpose of this strange story, it is also very simple.

He just wants the whole world to become his goddess!

And the fragment of TA's obsession is attached to the dress worn by Shi Que. Guan Yan said very clearly, that skirt was the only skirt that was not designed by the head of the Wei family before the catastrophe.

Because this skirt is the dance skirt that Wei Ran wore to become a goddess before his death.

And Lu Yexing's burning skirt because of a mistake is equivalent to stepping over everything and forcibly burning the ontology of this strange story. Finally let this strange talk fall into a rampage.

A steady stream of people in red dresses surrounded them, attacking them with fierce eyes. Among them, there are ordinary people, there are dividers, and at this moment, all the people who sacrificed death to become goddesses are desperately attacking the Sparrow in order to protect the red skirt.

If it were a reality, they would naturally be fine.

But the dream realm is different, as the dream master, before the cataclysm, the head of the Wei family can weaken their strength without limit, and make their goddess puppet even stronger.

And this kind of wheel warfare with one enemy and one hundred is itself an unfair existence.

The gold-worshipping clown sawed the person in front of him in two again, and he took half a step back with his right foot, but after standing firm, he stubbornly rushed forward again.

I can only say that I am glad that this is a locker room, so even if there are many people on the other side, there are only two doors that can enter. He and Guanyan guarded one by one, Shi Que and [Strength] guarded the two windows respectively, and behind him was the melee that was equal to the whiteboard of Bo Yan Showa or the child's three pieces of three.

And after Bo Yan Showa was three pieces and three backs, he was concentrating on purifying the road night walk with the fragments of obsession attached to it.

So, just carry it until the moment when the road night walk is successfully purified!

The money-worshipping clown gasped violently, and the sound of his breathing was like a full bellows. After getting the Death Scythe, the gold-worshipping clown has long been accustomed to mid-range combat, this kind of pure melee hand-to-hand combat, he has not experienced for a while.

But his body is not unfamiliar, and he even feels very accustomed to it. Blood splattered on his face, mixed with the oil paint brought by the clown's strange talk, covering his original facial features little by little, and finally distorted into a strange and terrifying appearance.

The money-worshipping clown suddenly reacted to when Bo Yanzhao's photo was taken. This was his body when he was nineteen years old, when he had just reached the peak of the B-rank and the business of the Eden Black Market was on the right track.

But he's used to being idle like a spinning top. When there is nothing to do and no business to discuss, he will take people to no man's land, or contain some strange talk that he thinks his boss will be interested in. Either go to the fugitive gathering place, catch a few fugitives and send them to the special case team to receive the reward.

And at that time, the money-worshipping clown was indeed good at torture and killing. Because only in battle can he unscrupulously vent the boundless loneliness and emptiness in his heart that he doesn't know how to describe.

But that's no longer the case.

Bloodbathed in blood, because there are guardians. The refusal to retreat is no longer due to ethereal self-esteem. Nor is it a rush to prove his strength to anyone. It's because he still has teammates behind him!

So, it doesn't matter even if it's a past body. Because his soul is the soul of the present.

As for the opponent in front of him, what if he is the dream master?

What about being able to weaken his strength indefinitely?

For the treasure he guards, no matter what the other party is, as long as he tries to cross this threshold, he will cut him off.

Although the body is exhausted to the extreme, the fighting spirit of the gold-worshipping clown is also burning to the extreme.

He grinned, the tips of the tiger's teeth gently pressing against the corners of his lower lip. Insolent laughter, with an unruly conceit. And the chainsaw in his hand sizzles again, and in the realm of fear, the clown with the chainsaw is the real hunter.

And behind the money-worshipping clown, the banquet guarding the other door couldn't help but "hiss" when he felt his momentum. I couldn't help but sigh that the little cub was boiling with blood, and the momentum of a group fight was huge.

However, the red thread in his hand, in the understatement, once again cut a person's throat.

Watching the banquet is actually not easy. As a crack position, his martial arts skills are indeed top-notch. But also because he is a crack position, Guanyan is far inferior to the pure main attacker like the gold clown in terms of physical strength. This kind of long-term wheel war is a huge drain on him.

Fortunately, the banquet is A-level, so he can still afford it. But even so, the foreheads of the banquet also saw sweat.

"It's a bit too embarrassing!" seems to feel his difficulty, and the opponent's offensive has changed a lot. Compared with face-to-face confrontation, the banquet is more suitable for assassination, and the opponent directly changed the layout after testing his battle mode at the earliest.

In the face of the opponent's straightforward and powerful frontal attack, Guan Yan could only raise his hand and barely resist.

The almost terrifying force shook the wrist bones of the banquet with a faint pain. If it is placed in normal times, he has 10,000 ways to unload his strength, and even use his strength to fight.

But not right now. In order to ensure that Lu Yexing has enough time to cleanse the obsession fragments of the strange talk, he must resist these blows and not retreat.

"!" Guan Yan resisted the instinct to avoid it, and tightened the red line in his hand to resist the hammer smashed by the other party.

"Such a beautiful woman, isn't this weapon too much?" Guan Yan put down his right hand casually, seemingly ridiculing, but if he looked at it himself, he could find that Guan Yan's hand hanging down his side was trembling uncontrollably.

This is a typical reaction of detachment.

And the situation of the sparrow is not much better than that of the feast. It can only be said that he seems to be very calm. But in fact, the pressure on Shi Que is not lower than that of them and the gold-worshipping clowns, but his own level is really two levels lower than the gold-worshipping clowns and the banquet.

Shi Que is only the peak of the C rank. No matter how high the upper limit of his mental power is, but in terms of his own physical strength and fighting skills, his real-time finch is the lowest among the three.

But because of Shi Que's own toughness, everyone has long been accustomed to treating him as a high-level differentiator. Even the money-worshipping clown will feel this way, and his 630 million can even be beaten by the S-class.

But in the face-to-face wheel battle, without any opportunity to use tactics, and can only use the most basic fighting skills face-to-face, Shi Que is forced to face his shortcomings head-on.

But his spiritual world has not fully recovered, and in the weakened dream realm, even the ability of [Strength] has been reduced a lot.

In particular, there are two windows, and no matter how strong the [power] is, it can't be both. And Sparrow must also face up to the pressure she needs to face.

He's almost instinctively using a life-threatening style of play. Fighting the danger of the opponent's knife through his lower abdomen, Shi Finch's dagger stabbed into the opponent's heart at the moment when the opponent's blade approached, and then quickly retreated.

The slight stinging pain from the lower abdomen made Shi Que accurately judge that he had been stabbed by the blade just now, but the wound was not deep, and it could only cut through the epidermis.

Seeing that the Sparrow was injured, [Strength] began to get agitated.

Shi Que followed the connection of spiritual power, conveying comforting emotions, but he had already taken out a syringe from his tactical belt. It's Jian Rui's syringe. Before, Shi Que used it when he was fighting [Tower] and saving Guanlin. At that time, Shi Fei used to restore mental power, but what he uses now is only to restore physical strength.

Jian Rui is not a natural adjuvant treatment position, but an auxiliary support position. Therefore, although the drugs provided by Jianrui can give a rapid recovery speed, the negative effects are also huge.

And the one in Shi Que's hand was not the first injection he used in this battle, but the second.

This kind of battle is too physically demanding, and among all the physical qualities of Shi Que itself, the endurance is the lowest. He's just good at forbearance and patience. Therefore, others can still support it, but Shi Que must rely on medicine to recover a wave.

But the price was that when his physical strength was on the verge of emptying again after recovery, the muscles all over his body were in sharp pain.

This kind of pain is different from the feeling when you are stabbed by a sharp blade, although it is not as severe as when there is a crack in the spiritual world, but for the current Shi Que, it is a big burden in itself.

Shi Que could already feel his movements begin to slow down and gradually deform.

If this continues, he will collapse after three or four minutes at most.

Shi Que squeezed the needle in his hand, ready to make a quick recovery at a critical moment.

And behind him, Bo Yanzhao has not been idle, as a crack position protected in the center of the team, even if Bo Yanzhao has not participated in the battle, he has been observing the situation. Naturally, he also saw the situation of the three Shi Que guarding the entrance of the lounge.

Therefore, when he found out that Shi Qi planned to use the second Jian Rui's injection in a short time, Bo Yanzhao was already in a hurry.

This kind of fast-recovery drug can't be used frequently, and he can probably guess Shi Que's calculations. This is a dream, so Shi Que uses injections in his dreams, which may not affect his outside self.

But Bo Yanzhao can also be sure of one thing, that is, the human spirit will affect the body. Is it really because the skull was pierced by water? No, it's all because the spirit thinks it's dead.

And once this kind of dark wound is left, it is not easy to maintain in the future.

How old is Shi Que? If this leaves a little dark wound, I'm afraid that when I advance to the S-level in the future, I will die if I don't get it. Bo Yanzhao's personality has always been calm, and when the sky falls, he is also in his hands, but this time, he almost shouted at Shi Que with a roar: "Shi Que! Do you dare to try it? Do you think Lao Tzu is a real tabula rasa? ”

Shi Que's hand paused, and in the next second, a magical feeling enveloped him. Shi Que suddenly felt that his mental strength had returned to the period of total victory. It's like the moment when you have just been promoted to the C rank. Even his C-rank skills have been refreshed?

Beside Bo Yanzhao, there is also a Bo Yanzhao in a wheelchair. And between that thin finger, a photo slowly turned into starlight.

Bo Yanzhao, who was standing, smiled: "You are the crack position, and so am I, don't I have hole cards?" Don't be afraid, finch, you have an hour of magic time. ”

"There are no shortcomings in your team."

Bo Yanzhao, who was standing, spoke softly, and Bo Yanzhao, who was in a wheelchair, also showed a clear and gentle smile, and the photo burning in his hand was taken in the tunnel when Shi Que had just stolen Bo Yanzhao.

Bo Yanzhao's differentiation skills are given to my people and to myself.

(End of chapter)