Chapter 334: With Strength, Who Bothers Negotiating
Things weren’t going smoothly for Sicily either.
He had no experience soloing high-difficulty instances; previously, for 2- or 3-star difficulty exploration instances, he had teamed up.
So when he saw this instance information, he didn’t think much of it; anyway, the team had entered together.
Who knew they’d be separated upon entering? The battlefield could be camped, but here, without clues, you’d die.
The scene reflected on the window scared him badly; it wasn’t that he couldn’t find clues, he was just afraid.
“Hee hee.”
“It hurts so much, it hurts so much, come keep me company, let’s die together!”
Sicily looked at the dilapidated, eerie hospital in front of him and turned to run; inside were all ‘people’—they were wailing, tearing off their own flesh, ribs exposed, white bed sheets stained yellow by the blood seeping from their bodies.
He’d have to be crazy to go in alone!
Whether he could get the clues was Heartless Water’s concern.
He was only responsible for removing the debuff on The King Called Me to Patrol the Mountain; why should he go in and take risks?
At the same time, Heartless Water walked out onto the main road and stood outside the supermarket.
He had thought he could contact his teammates, but unexpectedly, messages still couldn’t be sent.
Rustling sounds rose from inside the supermarket; when he saw what that thing was, Heartless Water’s expression changed too.
The player who had said on the parking plaza to take a chance had his head taken off and attached to that thing’s neck.
The monster seemed to be admiring the head it had stolen; the next second, both heads looked at him together, eyes full of malice.
He and that person had started together, assigned to this group—tough luck for that person; he had pushed him out to test the way.
Alive, he wasn’t his opponent; dead, would that do?
Heartless Water sneered, right hand gripping the ring blade; if he couldn’t kill it, later if he ran into Little Drill Wind’s people, he could just pull them in.
In her team, the strongest were just her and X; the others weren’t his opponents.
At this time, Pure Love Cockroach Spicy Spicy, hiding behind a shelf, had cold sweat soaking the back of her clothes.
She had entered the instance right in the supermarket; just now on the second floor, she had picked up some supplies, then circled a pillar with the monster—couldn’t beat it, but she could hide.
She had watched with her own eyes as that unlucky stranger player was dragged over; that raggedly dressed monster with an unusually long upper body, disproportionate proportions, severely rotten feet forcing it to half-crawl, reached out and gently pressed on the player’s head.
The head was twisted off, then the legs; these limbs were pressed onto its own body.
Pure Love Cockroach Spicy Spicy didn’t dare make a sound, hand covering her mouth and nose, afraid her breathing would be too heavy and give her away.
With great difficulty, she thought this ghost was finally leaving, but then Heartless Water arrived.
From that direction, just a slight bow of the head would spot her; better to be found by the ghost.
A control player against an assassin—this was suicide; Heartless Water could empty her health bar with two slashes.
The key was that this old guy could even attack from range.
When you’re unlucky, you start missing A Ding.
“Ghost Big Sister, Big Brother, you two heads, go on, charge, you must kill him! This old guy has some looks too—twist off his head and put it on!”
Pure Love Cockroach Spicy Spicy silently chanted in her heart, while nervously watching the situation outside.
Heartless Water seemed to have found something—a map? Or note information? The light was too dim to see clearly.
He really had some skill; this two-headed ghost had been crawling fast ever since stealing the player’s head and legs, even da-da-da-ing up to the ceiling twice, yet still hadn’t caught Heartless Water.
Pure Love Cockroach Spicy Spicy prepared to find an opportunity to run; the supermarket’s sloped escalator was long broken, internals exposed.
She didn’t dare take it, afraid it would suddenly start up like a meat grinder; she could only go around via the stairs.
Pure Love Cockroach Spicy Spicy’s heart beat faster with every step she moved, the string in her mind stretched to the limit.
Just six or seven steps left—victory was ahead!
It was at this moment—a boom, the shelf toppled, metal scraping the floor with a piercing sound.
Relying on past combat experience, Pure Love Cockroach Spicy Spicy quickly rolled to the side.
Last time on the battlefield, Heartless Water had wanted to kill her first too; she knew some of his skills and attack patterns.
The ring blade lit up with faint blue light, barely flying past Pure Love Cockroach Spicy Spicy.
“What an unlucky coincidence; I was just thinking of finding you all, and here we are.” Heartless Water glanced at the two-headed ghost about to leap from the ceiling over the shelf in pursuit, and sneered,
“You’re called Cockroach, right? Little Drill Wind’s right-hand teammate.”
Pure Love Cockroach Spicy Spicy looked at the wound on her arm; her damage reduction armor’s wear and tear was gone, and she’d lost 20 health.
“This lady is called Pure Love Cockroach Spicy Spicy!” she said irritably, eyes scanning for an exit.
Heartless Water looked disgusted, raised his hand to attack; if she played suona now, she’d die for sure.
Pure Love Cockroach Spicy Spicy unhesitatingly threw out a purple quality Protective Shield Item Card, endured her fear, rolled past the two-headed ghost, and tumbled downstairs.
The item card and two-headed ghost blocked two fatal attacks for her; she protected her head and crashed to the first floor, quickly fleeing.
As an assassin, Heartless Water wasn’t easy to shake; she could only run into the Ghost Wall alley, then back to the supermarket from the back door—anywhere without obstacles, Heartless Water’s ring blade would kill her too easily.
It was this run that made Pure Love Cockroach Spicy Spicy tumble into darkness, seemingly the supermarket’s negative first floor warehouse; due to years of disrepair, the door wasn’t very steady.
Hands on the ground, she seemed to touch something; Pure Love Cockroach Spicy Spicy turned on her flashlight—it was something like metal or stone, with incomprehensible patterns on it.
[Congratulations, player, found the ‘key’, but it seems like half is still missing.]
Pure Love Cockroach Spicy Spicy looked at the thing in her hand—this worked too?
In the alley, Heartless Water stared at the pitch-black corner, fingers gripping the knife tighter.
Killing a control player, and she still escaped with low health.
At this time, inside the hotel.
Yu Jiang had run into a bit of trouble too—couldn’t find Room 1144, and there was a ghost chasing her from behind.
Not only could it go invisible, its attacks were high too—one hit took half a health bar.
She had searched the 11th floor for an hour, checked wall hangings, corner decorations, but no room.
But she met another player, a stranger; that guy’s mentality seemed about to collapse, trembling all over,
“You’re a player! Great, how about we go together?” Facing Yu Jiang’s suspicious gaze, the man explained,
“There were still lights in the corridor earlier, suddenly gone, they chased over! Look, I have a light screen, I really am human!”
“I just saw someone shrunk in the corner; I walked over, hadn’t even spoken, that person lifted their head—eyeballs dangling out, cheeks rotted too.” The man said somewhat fearfully, eyes watching Yu Jiang’s expression, “You’re human, right?”
“Of course.” Yu Jiang took out a low-level Protective Shield Item Card, “Only players have this.”
The man breathed a sigh of relief, a flash of calculation passing through his eyes.
He knew who was in this instance: female players— he’d seen A Thousand Lamps Exhaust Snow, the last possibility was from The King Called Me to Patrol the Mountain’s team.
First go with her, pry information, then use monsters to kill her.
Just a bit of a pity—young and pretty; if it were on the road…
As he thought, a cold bayonet pressed against his abdomen; the man’s face stiffened, meeting Yu Jiang’s calm gaze.
“Show your nickname, or die?” Yu Jiang smiled.
When she had him suppressed, only an idiot would waste time bantering.
