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

Zhao Yihe's heartbeat was extremely fast. Suddenly, a scarlet arrow shot towards him from the cold single eye on the wall without warning, and the sharp arrow head pierced through the air.

The paper figures around Zhao Yihe seemed to come alive and began to protect Zhao Yihe. Compared to the fragile appearance of paper, the paper figures he made were terrifyingly strong.

But no matter how strong he is... he cannot withstand the extremely powerful arrow.

And thousands of arrows were fired at the same time.

It's too ridiculous.

This is really letting him die.

The paper figures fell one after another. The red moles on their dimples turned black under the piercing arrows, and then they fell to the ground lifeless.

Zhao Yihe looked at these paper people with mixed feelings. Under the cover of the paper people, he came to the door of the church.

But no matter how hard he pushed the door, his hands were shaking slightly from the force, and his knuckles turned white.

The door didn't respond at all, as if it was coldly mocking his powerlessness and blocking his way of escape.

It was as if telling him that the punishment was not over yet and he could not leave here.

The atmosphere in the church became increasingly heavy, and the intense sense of oppression was like invisible chains wrapped around his body, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He rarely felt this way.

No matter how many dangerous situations he encountered in the dungeon before, he was able to survive.

But this time, he felt for the first time the unbreakable nature of the rules.

This time the punishment was truly a crushing defeat.

Unless the game can find a way to end it soon.

Otherwise, his death sentence would never be over.

"I'm really... speechless." Zhao Yihe sighed and stopped pushing the door.

He slowly stood up and looked around coldly.

The position of the eyes on the wall kept changing, and the next moment, countless arrows broke through the air, carrying fierce power and attacking him mercilessly.

Zhao Yihe frowned slightly, pulled out a dagger, and without hesitation, slashed his wrist hard.

Blood gushed out of the wound and dripped onto the cold ground.

The moment the blood drop touched the ground, it seemed to ignite some forbidden power, and strong winds suddenly blew around.

The wind was howling, and the originally empty church was suddenly filled with all kinds of figures.

They seemed to be condensed from the air, no different from real people, with faces so delicate that it was difficult to tell them apart.

It’s just that everyone had the same smile on their face, that inorganic and indifferent smile.

The paper man smiled lightly, his eyes empty and lifeless, and swirled up with the strong wind, swallowing up countless arrows.

Zhao Yihe lowered his eyes and looked at the deep wound.

These paper figures all feed on his blood. Although these arrows pose no threat to him now, he will still die if time drags on.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the priest really refused to let him go.

To be precise, the game wouldn't let him go.

Lu Yuanshi suddenly attacked, and the sickle came through the air, flashing with cold light.

Zhao Yihe's pupils suddenly shrank and he quickly dodged to the side. The sharp sound of a sickle cutting through the air came to his ears.

The moment the sickle touched the ground, the bricks cracked and gravel flew everywhere. The force was so strong that it frightened him.

Zhao Yihe knew that if he got hit, not only would he lose half his arm, he would probably lose his entire life.

He was agile, but did not dare to relax while dodging. He quickly jumped back, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground. A piece of paper appeared in his hand, and the paper instantly turned into the shape of an evil ghost.

Taking advantage of the gap in dodging, the evil ghost rushed straight to Lu Yuanshi's vitals and tried to bite him.

Lu Yuanshi's eyes were extremely cold, and he did not retreat at all. He turned the sickle back in his hand, with even greater force, and chopped it heavily at Zhao Yihe.

The evil ghost paper man instantly became powerless to resist.

If an ordinary person faced this paper man, he would be seriously injured, but Lu Yuanshi turned it back into ordinary paper.

It breaks easily.

Along with the shattered heart, Zhao Yihe's desire to survive also shattered. He deflected his body as the sickle attacked, barely avoiding the fatal blow, but his feet were blocked by a sudden crack in the ground, causing him to stumble.

A cold light flashed in Lu Yuanshi's eyes, and he saw his scythe raised again, like the sentence of the god of death, slashing straight towards Zhao Yihe.

Zhao Yihe gasped and rolled to the side with all his strength, almost staying close to the ground to avoid the attack. While rolling, he suddenly exerted force with his right hand and threw a dart made of origami towards Lu Yuanshi with his backhand.

The dart whizzed out, but just as it was about to hit Lu Yuan, he turned around and blocked it with his sickle.

The dart collided with the sickle, sparks flew everywhere, but Lu Yuanshi remained unmoved, and there was no fluctuation in his dark eyes.

"Xiao Huai! I can't hold on any longer. I've really lost a lot by cooperating with you!" Zhao Yihe cursed in a low voice. He was so tired that he could hardly breathe. The wound on his shoulder was torn by the action just now, and blood was dripping down his arm, but he still stared at Lu Yuanshi's movements, not daring to relax at all.

During their collaboration, Zhao Yihe learned Xiao Huai's real name, but even if he did, so what? His good teammates didn't care about his life or death.

Although there was a friendly reminder, he had never heard of such a direct death penalty.

At this moment, Lu Yuanshi paused for a moment.

Xiao Huai.

Because of Xiao Huai's name.

Zhao Yihe frowned when he saw this. At the same time, because of his severe blood loss, he was in a trance and the scene in front of him became increasingly blurred. The paper figures around him quickly moved closer, forming layers of protection to protect him tightly.

While guarding Zhao Yihe, they rushed towards Lu Yuan and launched a fearless attack.

Lu Yuanshi's eyes turned cold, and several small black spheres began to appear around him.

It was a power that Zhao Yihe was very familiar with, the same irresistible feeling of oppression he felt when they first met.

His heart sank suddenly, and at this moment, all his strength seemed to be drained away.

The scene before my eyes seemed to be slowly moving away, transforming into an endless expanse of gray.

That deep feeling of powerlessness bound him tightly like an iron chain.

He had never felt so desperate, as if he was standing on the edge of an abyss, knowing that there was a bottomless fall ahead, but unable to escape.

"cough……"

Zhao Yihe coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the bright red blood slid down the corner of his mouth. He smiled, and his smile was full of bitterness and desolation.

Blood stained his lips, making the red mole on his dimple even brighter, like a mark that was doomed to be inescapable, making him look like a corpse that had crawled out of hell, struggling to revive, but had long since lost the warmth of its soul.

At this moment, he knew that he might never be able to leave the church again.

So he decided not to struggle anymore, and even to give up his last resistance.

Zhao Yihe stood up with difficulty, his steps staggering, but with a determination to fight to the death, he faced his fate calmly.

There was only one thought left in his mind: Ha, stupid game.