Chapter 30: Slaughter
Dance? Ou Xiangrong was stunned for a moment, his mind unable to process it.
This ghostly prop was actually inviting him to dance.
Ou Xiangrong let out a cold laugh. Of course he wouldn't dance with the enemy's dancing shoes in the middle of a battle. He immediately bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue towards the gleaming white blade of the willow leaf saber.
As an experienced spiritual realm explorer and an evil profession, he had fought with night tour gods many times and was familiar with the skill characteristics of this profession.
Ghostly props were known for their strangeness. Ou Xiangrong was once entangled by a ghostly prop for several days, which was very difficult to deal with.
But the shortcomings were also very obvious, that is, the actual lethality was slightly insufficient.
In addition, ghostly props generally feared things with vigorous yang energy. For props suspected of being possessed by resentful spirits like this, a mouthful of blood from the tip of the tongue could suppress it.
It wasn't a big problem.
The red dancing shoes waited for a few seconds, rising and falling. Seeing that the human in front of them was unwilling to dance with them, they seemed to get angry. A dark red glow appeared on the shoe body, and with a rapid "tapping" sound, they charged towards Ou Xiangrong.
Ou Xiangrong stood still, waiting for the red dancing shoes to get close. When they leapt towards the front of the car to attack him, he calmly swung the willow leaf saber, trying to inflict heavy damage on the resentful spirit residing in the shoes.
However, when the blade slashed through the dancing shoes, there was no feeling of cutting into a real object. These strange red dancing shoes seemed to exist in another space-time and did not exist in reality.
"Bang bang!"
The next moment, Ou Xiangrong's chest and face were brutally kicked twice.
He experienced the feeling Zhang Yuanqing had just felt, the pain that made his heart stop beating and made it difficult to breathe. At the same time, his face was burning with pain, and warm liquid flowed from his nostrils.
This, this is not a prop of the night tour god profession... Ou Xianrong was shocked and at a loss, doubtfully saying:
"Void?"
The characteristics of this prop seemed a bit like a certain profession from abroad. How could a level 1 night tour god possess a prop from a foreign profession?
Before he could think more, in Ou Xiangrong's vision, those strange dancing shoes turned around and came trampling again.
He didn't have time to wipe the nosebleed. With his arms guarding his chest, after two "bang bang" sounds, this Enchantress rolled down from the top of the car.
Ou Xiangrong sometimes lunged forward, sometimes dashed, sometimes rolled, sometimes took cover behind vehicles, moving back and forth in the spacious underground garage. He avoided most of the red dancing shoes' trampling.
But he was still unfortunately stomped several times. Each stomp made him feel unbearable pain, and the injuries from last night's fierce battle acted up, causing his internal organs to ooze blood.
So, so strong... The useless master Zhang Yuanqing watched the battle of the red dancing shoes, shocked and dumbfounded.
He once again deeply realized the horror of rule-based props.
Their pursuit could not be destroyed or interrupted. The target could only passively endure their pursuit unless the rules were broken, which was to dance.
But this was unrealistic. Even if Ou Xiangrong succumbed to the red dancing shoes and endured the shame to tap dance, he himself would intervene to make his dance go wrong.
And if the dance steps went wrong, everything would be in vain.
However, Zhang Yuanqing also had a clear understanding of the Enchantress's strength. With the stomping power of the red dancing shoes, Ou Xiangrong was actually able to withstand it.
His physical toughness was terrifyingly strong.
"Ou Xiangrong won't be so foolish as to wait for death. Once he realizes he can only passively take a beating and can't fight back, he will definitely choose to escape."
Zhang Yuanqing's mind was clear. He had to launch a sneak attack before the other party escaped.
Not to kill the enemy, but to definitely stall this murderer.
Bang bang!
Once again, Ou Xiangrong failed to dodge in time and was kicked in the face by the red dancing shoes, kicked until he staggered backwards, kicked until his vision went black and he was dizzy.
Opportunity!
Zhang Yuanqing dashed out like a cheetah. He grasped the demon-subduing pestle and ran wildly, running in an arc, circling behind Ou Xiangrong.
He viciously thrust the demon-subduing pestle towards Ou Xiangrong's back.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, a white light as dense as fog blocked the three-ridged spike of the demon-subduing pestle.
The source of this power was the bronze waist tablet tightly grasped in Ou Xiangrong's left hand, an ancient waist tablet covered in cracks and blood stains, like an item belonging to an old soldier who had been through many battles.
This was Zhao Yingjun's defensive prop.
"A defensive prop?"
Zhang Yuanqing's heart turned cold as his sneak attack failed. His footsteps went wrong as he quickly walked around Ou Xiangrong. The demon-subduing pestle in his hand repeatedly struck the white light barrier, creating ripples of light.
This time, with the red dancing shoes covering him, he wasn't "instantly killed" by this Enchantress, and narrowly avoided several blade edges and fists and feet.
Crack!
Finally, under the high-frequency strikes of the demon-subduing pestle and red dancing shoes, the bronze waist tablet shattered into pieces, and the white light collapsed into specks of light.
And at this moment, Zhang Yuanqing's night tour time ended, and his body appeared.
Ou Xianrong seemed to be waiting for this moment. His eyes welled with scarlet and twisted, evil runes surfaced.
Enchantment!
Zhang Yuanqing's mind resounded with a bang, losing the ability to think, as if forgetting that he was in the midst of a battle. At the same time, a voice echoed in his mind:
Put down your weapon, don't resist. Put down your weapon, don't resist...
Ou Xiangrong grinned hideously, and the willow leaf saber slashed towards the young night tour god's neck.
He would rather endure the attacks of those terrifying dancing shoes than use this defensive prop. The goal was to wait for the night tour god to take the initiative to attack.
This prop from the scout profession was already half damaged. If used in advance, it would completely break after blocking the dancing shoes for a moment at most.
He might as well endure it and deliberately reveal a flaw to lure the opponent to take the initiative.
As he expected, this young and inexperienced night tour god fell for it.
However, just before the blade edge slashed across the young night tour god's neck, Ou Xianrong saw the other party's body suddenly collapse. The willow leaf saber swept past, sticking to the scalp and slashing off a few strands of hair.
Those red dancing shoes that had been relentlessly attacking him had somehow appeared on the night tour god's feet at some point, forcing him to do a split and avoid his throat slitting.
At the same time, the night tour god, who should have been enchanted, had brilliant golden light welling up in his eyes. He instantly broke free from the state of confusion, and with a flick of his legs, he forcefully slammed himself into Ou Xiangrong.
Ou Xiangrong didn't expect this situation at all. He didn't expect that a mere level 1 night tour god would actually be able to break free from his enchantment.
And at this time, he was still in the posture of swinging his saber and couldn't retract his strength. He could only watch helplessly as that brass pestle pierced towards his chest.
"Pu!"
Flesh and blood were torn apart, and the tip of the demon-subduing pestle burst out with a round of glorious golden light, burning out the vitality in his chest cavity.
Ou Xiangrong's vision went black, and he was in so much pain that he almost passed out. But after all, he was an experienced Enchantress who had been through hundreds of battles. On the verge of death, he unleashed his potential. His right arm pulled back, dragging the willow leaf saber to slash towards the night tour god's throat.
At the same time, he tightened the muscles of his left arm and flicked his elbow joint, turning his left fist into a cannon full of power, stabbing towards the enemy's shoulder with a pop.
Zhang Yuanqing abruptly raised his head, dodging the lethal blade, and was then hit in the shoulder by Ou Xiangrong's fist, hitting him flying out like a broken sandbag.
Clang!
Zhang Yuanqing slammed into a business vehicle, shattering the car window with cracks. His falling figure hadn't even landed yet before being erased inch by inch, disappearing from Ou Xiangrong's field of vision.
He had once again entered the night tour state.
But Ou Xiangrong didn't look at him and staggered towards Xu Yingying.
His heart had been destroyed. The only thing that could save him now was the vitality of a living person's blood. He needed to kill someone to enter a berserk state.
Then he would rush out of the underground garage and massacre the campus. With the bloodthirsty nature of an Enchantress, he would repair his injuries and reverse life and death.
It was just that by doing so, his morality value would definitely fall below 60, and he would be wanted by the spiritual realm and hunted down by spiritual realm explorers from all over the city. But he couldn't care about that now.
"Tap tap tap"
Two dark red glows appeared out of thin air, transforming into a pair of brand new red dancing shoes, intercepting Ou Xiangrong.
At this moment, to Ou Xiangrong's ears, these footsteps were simply a death knell, the sigh of the god of death, the judgment of the King of Hell.
"Bam bam!"
Ou Xiangrong's face was trampled on, his facial flesh a bloody mess. He uncontrollably fell backwards with his head raised, but at the last moment, Ou Xiangrong flung out the willow leaf saber in his hand.
The forty-centimeter-long weapon turned into a streak of silver light and shot towards the distant Xu Yingying.
Ou Xiangrong's eyes were fixed on the blade edge.
Ding!
Suddenly, sparks sprayed as the willow leaf saber was knocked away by a brass pestle extended from the void. Beside Xu Yingying, a figure emerged.
It was Zhang Yuanqing.
Seeing this scene, the hope in Ou Xiangrong's eyes turned into despair and unwillingness.
At this time, the red dancing shoes descended from the sky and trampled on his face, collapsing his nose bridge, splitting his lips, and stomping his eyeballs out.
Ou Xiangrong's limbs twitched a few times before his life was completely cut off.
Zhang Yuanqing sat down beside Xu Yingying with a plop, letting out a long breath as if exhausted.
At this moment, his chest was rolling with murderous energy, and his hands and feet kept trembling.
This wasn't fear, but the mental excitement brought about by the soaring adrenaline. When a person was in danger and needed to save themselves, adrenaline would be frantically secreted. In this state, people would truly be able to kill without blinking an eye.
Commonly known as being in the zone!
The battle plan was successful.
Before fighting this battle, he had already thought it through clearly. The only thing that needed to be avoided was the other party's enchantment skill. Therefore, before deciding to launch a sneak attack, he had already performed a sacrifice on the demon-subduing pestle.
One of the functions of the demon-subduing pestle was purification.
The second form of the red dancing shoes was his reliance on daring to engage in close combat, and it indeed helped him avoid the fatal throat-slitting attack.
Marking, enchanting, going berserk, close combat... He had calculated all of Ou Xiangrong's abilities clearly and made targeted plans. If he still couldn't win with this, Zhang Yuanqing felt there was no need to continue.
After panting for a few minutes, Zhang Yuanqing calmed his surging emotions and heard a prompt sound from the spiritual realm in his ear:
[Ding, you have killed a level 3 Enchantress and gained 30 morality points and 15 reputation points. Reputation is now unlocked.]
Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment and quickly opened the character attribute panel, finding that there was an additional reputation column.
Reputation? Killing spiritual realm explorers from opposing factions would reward reputation? As an experienced game player, he wasn't unfamiliar with reputation, but he didn't know what use reputation had in the spiritual realm world.
Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment and decided to put it aside for now and check the official forum later.
Compared to the reputation rewarded by the spiritual realm, he was more concerned about the spoils of war in reality.
He got up and walked to Ou Xiangrong's corpse, kicking the eyeballs under the car, then dragged the corpse into the shadows in the corner.
Carefully searching the corpse, he found a cell phone and a wallet.
The phone was an old-fashioned one that could only make calls. The wallet was bulging. When opened, there was a stack of hundred-yuan bills and a fake ID card inside.
Zhang Yuanqing carefully counted it. "As a wanted criminal, you only carry a little over 1,500 yuan on you. Does that make sense?"
Confiscated! He took out the money and stuffed it into his pocket.
Then, he walked into the distance and picked up that sharp willow leaf saber.
The moment he touched the weapon, a piece of information appeared in his vision:
[Name: Bloodthirsty Blade]
[Type: Weapon]
[Function: Bleeding, Bloodthirst, Armor Breaking]
[Introduction: A powerful Enchantress nourished this saber with their own vitality blood. Over time, it became extremely bloodthirsty. Its blade can cut through hard steel. Wounds slashed by it are very difficult to heal. It will absorb the vitality blood of its prey and feed it back to its master, making them stronger.]
[Note: A saber not like its master is not a good saber.]
"This saber seems to be very powerful. If it had killed Xu Yingying just now, Ou Xiangrong would have received nourishment from the weapon... It's good that I was wary and guarded beside Xu Yingying."
Zhang Yuanqing ran back to Ou Xiangrong's corpse, untied the scabbard from his waist, equipped it on himself, and then inserted the "Bloodthirsty Blade" into the scabbard.
This saber was currently still an ownerless object. To make it acknowledge an owner was very simple, just store it in the item bar.
But Zhang Yuanqing didn't want to store it for now, because the [Note] in the item information made him a little uneasy.
The Bloodthirsty Blade should belong to the category of props with a price. That line of note was the price of using it.
Combining with the introduction of this saber, Zhang Yuanqing could roughly guess what the price of this saber was. There were only two possibilities. One, anyone who obtained this saber would be cursed and die miserably in the end.
Two, this saber needed the owner to periodically nourish it with vitality blood. This possibility was the most likely.
Again with nourishing vitality blood. One demon-subduing pestle had already made him anemic. If this Bloodthirsty Blade was added, how could he live his days?
At this time, Zhang Yuanqing saw the red dancing shoes walking up to him with a "tap tap tap," rising and falling. A message appeared:
[Are you willing to dance with me? If so, please tap your feet on the spot.]
Only then did he remember that he hadn't stored this prop back into the item bar. Just as he was about to refuse and store the prop, he suddenly received a prompt from the spiritual realm in his mind:
[Note: Each time you use this prop, you need to dance once. If you refuse, the red dancing shoes will no longer favor you and will pursue and kill you.]
Zhang Yuanqing's mouth opened bit by bit in surprise. This was the first time he used it in reality after subduing the red dancing shoes. He didn't expect that using this rule-based prop would also require paying this kind of price.
If I don't dance with you, you'll kill me? This is too much of a pit... Zhang Yuanqing stood up with a smile on his face. "I'd be delighted to."
Soon, crisp tap dancing sounds rang out in the empty and quiet parking garage.
This time, Zhang Yuanqing didn't trigger his old ailment. Instead, he relied on his extraordinary physique to complete a dance, but his steps frequently went wrong.
Fortunately, as the owner, he didn't suffer an attack from the red dancing shoes.
After finishing the dance, the red dancing shoes stepped back with the right foot, raised the tips of both feet, and performed a curtsy.
As soon as he stored the red dancing shoes back into the item bar, his ear lobes twitched, hearing the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the ramp.
Following the sound, he saw Li Dongze leading Guan Ya and seven or eight unfamiliar spiritual realm explorers, rushing into the underground parking garage.
Some of them were armed with guns, some with sabers, and some with cats... fully armed.
Thank goodness, thank goodness the dance was already finished... Zhang Yuanqing felt extremely grateful.
PS: Update first, revise later.
(End of chapter)
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