It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

The system prompt appeared too suddenly, leaving them no time to prepare.

Before they could react, countless black spheres swept towards them.

The sphere was so dark and deep that it seemed to swallow everything. It flew straight towards them with a destructive force, and its speed was so fast that it was like thousands of arrows shot at the same time, covering the sky and the earth.

Zheng Wenshan's pupils suddenly shrank and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. In just a moment, he felt the deadly danger coming towards him.

The oppressive feeling almost suffocated him, and he instinctively felt something.

If I were to get hit like that, I would definitely die...

Thoughts of despair flashed through their minds, and almost at the same time, everyone subconsciously dispersed and quickly dodged in all directions.

The dark sphere smashed into the ground, instantly shattering the floor. Fragments flew everywhere, and the wreckage was silently swallowed up in the darkness.

Zhao Yihe flipped over and jumped behind the stone pillar, clinging tightly to the wall, his back soaked with cold sweat.

Is this a hidden BOSS?

Could the sense of oppression be any stronger?

Chen Wangya quickly moved to the bench, pressed close to the ground, her heart beating like thunder.

In contrast, Xiao Huai and Qi Can reacted quickly and dodged the deadly group attack in the blink of an eye with clean and neat movements.

However, Zheng Wenshan's luck was far worse than theirs.

He was the person closest to the priest and was directly locked by the priest. The black sphere approached him accurately again and again, leaving him no chance to breathe.

Zheng Wenshan barely dodged, cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

The oppressive feeling hit his heart like a heavy hammer, hitting him again and again, almost suffocating him.

Just when he thought he was going to die, the little paper figure that Zhao Yihe had handed him suddenly flew into the air and stood between him and the priest.

The slender figure of the paper man emitted a strange glow in the air, blocking the fatal blow of the black ball.

Is it really... a life-saving straw?

It was during this brief gap that the group attack came to an abrupt end and silence returned to the surroundings.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second, accompanied by a scream, Chen Wangya's leg was pierced by a sharp sickle.

The cold sickle seemed to emerge from under the bench and pierced her thigh accurately. Blood gushed out in an instant, staining the ground red.

The priest stared at her coldly, scythe in his hand, his breath as cold and ruthless as that of death.

Chen Wangya gritted her teeth and endured the pain, her eyes filled with fear for the first time.

There's no way to hide...

There was no emotion in the priest's eyes, he just looked down at her coldly.

At this moment, Xiao Huai's voice echoed in the church.

"Since you think this place is dirty, it will only get dirtier if you keep going like this."

The priest turned around and looked at Xiao Huai.

Seeing him like this again, Xiao Huai was still moved.

From the moment he appeared, Xiao Huai recognized him.

But this time, Lu Yuanshi was colder and more dangerous than any time before.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yuanshi pulled his sickle out from Chen Wangya's leg, and blood drew a cold arc in the air.

He looked at Xiao Huai with a frosty look in his eyes, then tilted his head, as if he was sizing up Xiao Huai in front of him, his eyes filled with a sense of distance and doubt.

Xiao Huai whispered, "Don't you hate corpses?"

His tone was calm and he looked directly at Lu Yuanshi in front of him without fear.

Lu Yuanshi's eyebrows twitched slightly, as if he heard something interesting.

Xiao Huai continued calmly: "How about I help you clean it up?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place was so quiet that one could hear the sound of a pin drop.

Zheng Wenshan stared at Xiao Huai, secretly marveling at his courage, thinking that this guy really is not afraid of death.

Qi Can looked down at the bloodstains on the ground. He was neither surprised nor horrified. Instead, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

Just as everyone held their breath, Lu Yuanshi appeared in front of Xiao Huai almost in an instant.

The cold sickle, with traces of undried blood, was pressed against Xiao Huai's neck, the sharp blade pressing against his skin.

It seemed as if just a little more force would pierce his throat.

Lu Yuanshi's voice was cold and dangerous, carrying an unquestionable pressure:

"What qualifications do you have to guess my mood?"

Xiao Huai closed his eyes and uttered four words lightly:

“Dead bodies stink.”

The air fell into an eerie silence and everyone was stunned.

Qi Can also raised his head and looked at Xiao Huai with a surprised smile.

What is this answer.

Most people shouldn't boast about how awesome they are or how capable they are. They shouldn't feel at ease until they act like they are indispensable.

But Xiao Huai only gave a four-word answer.

The simple and direct response seemed a little ridiculous in this extremely tense atmosphere.

Chen Wangya couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise, and Zheng Wenshan was speechless for a moment.

At this time, Lu Yuanshi moved a few centimeters closer to him. He exerted a little force with his fingertips and pressed the sickle down a little. The cold chill penetrated Xiao Huai's skin.

However, Xiao Huai remained calm as usual and did not show any expression.

Until the sharp sickle cut a shallow wound on Xiao Huai's neck, and blood slowly seeped out along the skin.

Lu Yuanshi's eyelashes trembled, and he subconsciously put down his sickle and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

Xiao Huai casually wiped the blood from his neck, his fingertips stained with dark red blood, and replied lightly: "Novelist."

After hearing this, Lu Yuanshi thought for a moment, then spoke calmly:

"You can come over, but they can't."

As soon as he finished speaking, he aroused dissatisfaction.

Zhao Yihe had been hiding, but after hearing this, he was the first to stick his head out and said, "Why?"

If only Xiao Huai went there, what would happen to the body? If he was the murderer, wouldn't he destroy the body?

The value of intelligence is immeasurable.

If they don't find out who killed the painter within an hour, the death penalty will be imposed.

Although the mission states that "everyone will be sentenced to death", the murderer always has a golden ticket to avoid death.

Zhao Yihe's doubts were reasonable at this time, but useless.

Lu Yuanshi glanced at him coldly, his eyes full of undisguised contempt, as if what he had just said was nothing more than a disruptive noise that was not worth responding to at all.

Under everyone's gaze, Xiao Huai followed Lu Yuan and disappeared into the depths of darkness.

After they left, Zhao Yihe pinched his eyebrows, but soon he started laughing.

Of course, he was not stupid enough to question the BOSS in the game. Just from Lu Yuanshi's look, he knew that anyone who violated his taboo must be dying.

Besides, he was the one who dissected the corpse, and he was not interested in it.

Zhao Yihe stared at the ground with a smile, and saw a small blue paper man without a face floating on the ground.

He picked up the paper figure and put it to his ear.

Zhao Yihe was not interested in the corpse, but he was very interested in the subsequent conversation between Xiao Huai and Lu Yuanshi.

If he were given just a few seconds, he would have sent countless eavesdropping paper figures sneaking into the darkness.