Chapter 734 Xia Shou VS Writer (Part 4) (4K)

Can I do better if I do it again?

Xia Shou recalled the battle just now and found no room for optimization and improvement.

No matter how he turned the tables, the only thing he could think of was to skip the first approach and use three feet of water directly.

But doing so could only save a few seconds, and the consumption of the most critical blood demon mask was not reduced at all.

The writer's last attack could not be launched by the flash kill. He was destined to be cut into thin threads. Only the [pseudo-blood demon] could resist this attack. There was no other way.

Since optimizing the existing steps could not affect the final result, then... maybe we should not think from the perspective of simple tactics, but should go in and add other tactics.

Xia Shou thought of the "Secret Record of Sealing Zombies".

The Death Record Notes let him learn the secret strategy of controlling zombies, and the sacrifices as the opening materials had been prepared long ago. The equipment department collected three kinds of desire materials for him-

The first: the desire to kill women

The second: the absolute confidence of men when men and women mate.

The third type: the feeling of absolute loyalty of a woman to a man.

He already has the conditions to open the door, but he has never tried it, and he doesn't know what is inside the door. Maybe the thing inside the door is indeed very powerful, but if it is not suitable for dealing with the writer, then the few seconds saved with great difficulty will not only be wasted, but also take more time.

Even if the summoned abnormality is beneficial to the battle, he must find a way to avoid the last slash attack, otherwise everything is off.

Although [Pseudo Blood Demon] can use blood to construct the original form and obtain the functionality of the original limbs while maintaining the liquid state, the premise is that the form exists. If the liquid form collapses, the functionality of the limbs will continue to be lost.

Just now, he was completely chopped into blood. Without the hands, feet, eyes and ears constructed by blood, he naturally lost his vision, hearing and touch. Although he is still alive and can continue to reconstruct, he is also unable to move.

Before, after he was chopped up, he finally reconstructed part of his body, but he was chopped up again by the writer and killed completely.

He must not be defeated to that extent. Once defeated to that extent, he would lose.

Xia Shou had no time to continue thinking. He could not stay too long in this stage of retrospection. In this boundary without the concept of time, the "time" he stayed had reached the limit.

The next moment, Xia Shou had returned to the battlefield.

The time left for him was still one minute.

However, this was the last minute.

The moment he returned to reality, the black shadow began to stir under Xia Shou's feet.

At the moment when the blood demon mask was buckled on his cheek, the golden book room door and another wooden door with red ropes crisscrossed also surfaced from the depths of the black shadow. Three bottles of colorless liquid also jumped out from the black shadow.

The first door opened, Xia Shou took out three feet of water, muttered something, and said a lot of nonsense.

Xia Shou didn't know what he was chanting, because the "Secret Record of Sealing Zombies" contained these mantras without clear meanings. They were probably transliterated from some other language, just like Amitabha and Prajnaparamita, and the specific effects were unknown.

But the moment he finished chanting, Xia Shou felt that his mantra power had dropped a lot.

"Open!"

Xia Shou shouted, and the wooden door tied with red ropes and with hundreds of yellow talismans on it suddenly began to shake violently.

The next second, the red ropes tied to the wooden door broke like the strings of a zither, and the talisman paper on the door all caught fire. Then the wooden door opened, and a red mist rose to the sky!

The red mist spread like ink 30 meters above Xia Shou's head, like a large red silk hanging high up. Rows of large red lanterns with the word "happiness" written on them were hanging from the depths of the red mist. The sound of suona suddenly sounded, but it was a sad music.

As the suona sounded, a man in wedding clothes flew from the open wooden door and jumped onto the ground.

His skin was pale, but he had no face. His forehead, eyes, nose, and the front half of his upper and lower jaws were all cut off from top to bottom as if by a heavy axe.

A text description also appeared in front of Xia Shou.

[Door: Ghost Bridegroom]

[Introduction: ■■■■■■■■■■■ (polluted by desire)]

[Effect: The Ghost Bridegroom has an extremely violent desire to attack, as well as extremely high physical strength and abnormal resistance. His attacks can slightly split ordinary "fate" (power that does not belong to the parties involved, power obtained and maintained through tools, rituals, etc.), and have a very strong splitting effect on the "fate" between opposite sexes. ]

[Price: Three materials...]

Xia Shou had just finished glancing at the introduction when the Ghost Bridegroom rushed straight towards the writer.

The short distance of ten meters, just a few steps away, in the process of approaching the writer, the Ghost Bridegroom's wedding dress was cut by countless fine slashes in the blink of an eye, and its body was quickly worn away like a pile of sand in a storm.

When he walked in front of the writer, the flesh and blood had been cut off, leaving only a broken skeleton.

The skeleton seemed as fragile as weathering, and the bone powder on the surface was still floating, but after it approached the writer, its knife-like pale bone fingers still stabbed the writer with extremely fast momentum.

The writer took a step to the side, which should have teleported a very long distance and easily avoided the attack of the ghost groom, but a big red flower knot appeared out of thin air between the two.

One end of the ribbon was tied to the ghost groom, and the other end seemed to grow out of the writer's body.

Xia Shou opened his eyes wide and looked at this scene in disbelief.

He didn't expect this monster sealed in the door to be of much help, but now its power actually took effect on the writer directly. Could it be that its abnormal level is higher than the writer? !

When the ghost bridegroom was about to attack the writer, the bones of its lower body could no longer support the continuous slashing and collapsed into powder. As its upper body fell to the ground, one claw pierced the writer's calf.

The ghost bridegroom was completely chopped up. The red lanterns in the sky had not yet been fully lit. The mourning music in his ears suddenly stopped, and then a violent suction force was born out of thin air, taking the red satin, lanterns, and the ghost bridegroom who had turned into powder into the door.

Bang!

The wooden door closed and sank into the shadow.

Xia Shou swung his sword and aimed at the writer in the air and slashed!

Not much time had passed, very short, but the situation was completely different from the last time.

While Xia Shou swung his sword, his other free hand pressed Dorian Gray's pocket watch.

He is now at the pinnacle of his ability. It is meaningless to maintain an abnormal level that is too high. Although he maintains the LV1 Scorpion Spine, his athletic ability and nerve reflex speed are far inferior to the highly active state, but he can use the pocket watch!

The writer's last blow, even at the most active level of the Scorpion Spine, could not react.

Since he is destined to be hit, he will give up the option of dodging and use the pocket watch's injury-free to minimize the collapse of the body!

Xia Shou gritted his teeth, held his breath, and swung out three feet of water.

Immediately, his body teleported and came within three steps of the writer!

This time, the writer did not try to dodge.

His fighting instinct had predicted that he could not avoid this touch with instant steps, because the ghost groom had seriously injured his calf!

But the first touch should still fail. Xia Shou had just experienced this kind of thing.

He stretched out his hand, and the place he was about to touch turned into flames. The first touch failed.

Xia Shou stretched out his hand for the second time.

In an instant, he fell into a world without light and sound.

The unavoidable attack hit him, but this time, Xia Shou was not pulled into a blood thread hundreds of meters long by the dense rain of slashes, and his body was left with a half-blurred human shape at the front.

The injury reduction of Dorian Gray's pocket watch did not defend against the writer's attack at all, just like a player with 100 HP being killed by a BOSS with an attack power of 30,000. No matter how much the overflow damage is reduced, it cannot change the ending of the player being killed.

But even so, the pocket watch can still do one thing, at least it can make the death more beautiful.

Although it can't leave a whole body, the pocket watch allows Xia Shou to leave a vague outline shape!

For others, this may not change anything.

But for Xia Shou, this insignificant change is enough!

In this environment without any perception.

This time, Xia Shou did not subconsciously reshape his hearing and vision.

Because the second before he died last time, he saw the distance between himself and the writer.

There is no point in reshaping the eyes and head first.

At this moment, the most urgent thing to reconstruct is the hand!

Now, even life and death must be thrown aside!

The only thing he has to do is to touch the other person!

Xia Shou's fingertips felt a slight resistance from the air, and he stretched out his "hand" and groped in the direction where the writer stood in his impression.

No mistakes in one poem, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

He could feel that his fingertips, which were only three millimeters long, were constantly being chopped and destroyed in the process of moving forward, but Xia Shou did not reshape other parts of his body.

Although reshaping eyes and ears can see the reality clearly, it is too wasteful of desire.

All the remaining desires must be concentrated on this tiny fingertip, and use this finger to touch the writer!

Time became extremely long at this moment. In addition to the flow of air from the tip of the middle finger, there was only the decreasing amount of desire in the text description, reminding him of the countdown of his life.

In the seconds that seemed like years, the fear in his heart was like a monster, torturing his spirit.

Countless bad possibilities attacked Xia Shou's brain in turn.

It's been a long time, why haven't I touched him yet?

Could it be that the writer has dodged?

Or has the direction of the finger been crooked for a long time?

Should I spend a little desire to reshape my eyes, just a little bit, just a moment, to see how many centimeters are left, maybe just a glance, I can adjust the direction and really touch the writer.

These unfounded assumptions kept giving him various suggestions, just like a person walking towards a cliff with his eyes closed, who really wants to open his eyes to see if he has reached the edge of the cliff.

The inner desire to see the outside, in the subjective time of the chaotic physical time, swallowed Xia Shou like an expanding bubble.

At the same time, another idea refuted this, but it was not an optimistic idea, but more negative: Maybe you have failed, and you have lost your last hope, but if you don't open your eyes now, then at least you will die in uncertainty... At least, you will not be desperate when you die.

"Master Xia Shou, I have always been by your side."

Xia Shou's drowsy spirit suddenly shook, as if a drowning person's wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone, and he stopped sinking.

Alice!

Is this hallucination? !

It was impossible for him to hear Alice's voice now, but in a world without consciousness and even physical senses, he could clearly feel Alice's hands around his neck!

... He had no neck, but Alice was still around him.

In an instant, Xia Shou felt relieved.

It was as if it had always been like this, as if he had died like this countless times.

The touch of blood came from Xia Shou's fingertips.

He touched it!

The pinnacle of [Perpetual Injury] was activated, and the fingertips that had been cut into pieces no longer split.

Did he win?

Xia Shou's mind was blank.

He didn't have time to think about it all, and immediately used the remaining desires at the fastest speed to transform blood into real flesh.

There was not much desire left, and soon he would get out of the blood demon mode. If his head and body were still blood at that time, he would die directly!

Xia Shou's liquid body began to gather and reshape from the head and torso.

First the head, then the torso, and then Xia Shou immediately activated the [Pseudo Blood Demon] to transform the liquid body into a real body.

When he recovered his head and body, and a real arm, the last bit of energy of the Blood Demon Mask was completely exhausted.

The mask on his face dissipated, and Xia Shou's legs made of blood instantly lost the function of "standing", and turned into ordinary blood scattered all over the ground, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Now he has only one arm among his limbs, almost like a human pig.

"Did you win?" Xia Shou looked at another pool of blood not far away in a trance.

Even now, Xia Shou was not sure whether he had killed the writer.

If there was no Rosa's book, he could not win.

Without a pocket watch, no ghost bridegroom, he could not win without any of them.

He used everything he could, whether it was high risk or low risk, used or not, he used it all.

Xia Shou even felt that it was a miracle that he was still alive now.

He survived!

"Alice..." Xia Shou shouted happily, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

He saw the city around him in full view, and the blue sky above his head... There was no mirror.

A few seconds before the battle, the writer's first wave of slashes completely destroyed his temporary mirror palace.

Sure enough, the simple confidentiality method was of no use in the end.

Even if everyone in the Control Bureau entered the field of D God's Law, there were still other people in the city, those rebels, and the reflected world, who had been observing other branches in the city.

His battle was not in a deserted place.

As long as the information about this battle was spread a second time, he would die immediately.

Xia Shou didn't believe that no one saw the battle just now.

In addition, he didn't believe that those who saw it would not tell others.

The probability of those who witnessed everything just now keeping their mouths shut is as small as the example given by Jin Fenglong, and the waves putting the parts of the disassembled mechanical watch together into a finished product.

"Ha..." Xia Shou couldn't help but let out a strange laugh that he didn't expect.

He felt that the current situation was beginning to be a little funny, because he was not dead yet!

After this huge battle, did no one discuss it with those who did not know about it?

"A wonderful battle, you reminded me of someone."

Suddenly, a calm voice came from in front of Xia Shou.

Then, the light in front began to dim, and the Pharaoh, who was wrapped in bandages, walked out of the halo.