Survival in the dormitory, I was pulled into the management group

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Wuchang's slashing attack also fell.

Swish!

The cold light came down as fast as lightning.

Chen Bei stepped forward, avoiding the attack just right, and at the same time pushed out with his backhand and hit Bai Wuchang.

Bai Wuchang didn't take the attack seriously and thought he could withstand it.

But then, an overwhelming force came and directly knocked Bai Wuchang away, and he didn't stop until he hit the iron plate!

Bai Wuchang's face changed drastically, and he lost his composure. He felt that something was wrong.

Chen Bei lowered his head, as if he was asleep.

When he looked up again, he was like two different people!

Now, it is another soul that occupies this body.

A soul named Night Pastoral!

The only legendary player in the game who is qualified to have a statue erected in the dormitory building!

Night Pastoral yawned and said calmly, "You have to force me to come out. How annoying! Don't you know that I am very grumpy when I wake up?"

This is a complaint.

But Chen Bei himself could no longer hear.

When Night Pastoral takes control of the body, Chen Bei will fall into a deep sleep.

At this moment, Chen Bei's spirit seemed to have dived into the deep sea and was swallowed by endless darkness. Everything had nothing to do with him anymore.

The powerful enemy he encountered this time was beyond Chen Bei's ability, so he decided to fight to the bitter end and threatened his own death to force Night Pastoral to take action.

This is undoubtedly a gamble, and if you lose, you will lose your life.

But so what?

Chen Bei felt more and more that his life was not that important... He didn't mind using his own rotten life as a bet.

Now it seems that the bet was right.

Night Pastoral took over the body, looked at Bai Wuchang on the other side, and said calmly: "It's you, I have some impression of you. I tore you into pieces in one game."

Bai Wuchang didn't know the details and just felt confused.

When was I ever torn to pieces by Chen Bei?

"Nonsense!"

Bai Wuchang regained his strength and rushed over, holding an iron fan in one hand and waving a soul-calling flag with the other, using these two attack methods at the same time.

Night Pastoral watched the opponent approach coldly, and only responded with incredible precision when the attack was close.

The action that even the life-reducing pocket watch could not slow down just now turned into slow motion in front of Night Pastoral Song.

He struck a few times lightly, and each strike hit Bai Wuchang.

boom! boom! boom!

After a few muffled thuds, Bai Wuchang was beaten so hard that he bent his waist, spit out blood, and took several steps back.

Bai Wuchang showed an expression of disbelief, staring at Heiye Muge. He simply couldn't believe what had just happened.

In this kind of close combat, with his speed and skills, he was actually at a disadvantage.

How can this be?

The player in front of me seemed like a completely different person, completely different from the one just now.

The way the other person looked at him was as if he was looking at a stinky rag and didn't take him seriously at all.

Could it be a coincidence?

Try again!

Bai Wuchang wiped the blood from his mouth and launched a new round of fierce attack, first using bullets to clear a path and then charging forward for close combat.

This time, Heiye Muge no longer fought with bare hands, but drew out the Jiu Shang Sword and lightly wiped it on it.

The Nine Deaths Sword was infused with energy, and its power increased dramatically. A murderous aura swept in all directions, subduing the ocean and even sinking the surrounding waves.

Night Pastoral slashed out with his sword, using offense instead of defense, deflecting all the enemy's attacks, and then pierced Bai Wuchang's chest with the sword, causing blood to spurt out.

"Haha, it has to be you! Killing people with you is much better than with that kid. You might as well not leave this time, let's conquer the world together!" Jiu Shang Jian said excitedly.

"Shh, you have no right to speak." Night Pastoral said with contempt.

Then Jiu Shang Jian was speechless!

In his hands, the Jiu Shang Sword was just a toy that he could manipulate at will. He could do whatever he wanted with it.

Bai Wuchang looked down at the wound on his chest and his expression became even more extreme.

Now he was sure of one thing.

That was not a coincidence!

This is pure strength suppression!

Chen Bei, who has become another person, is completely superior to him.

Who is he?

He is the BOSS of this round!

According to the intensity setting of the game, his level and strength are far higher than this group of players. It would take at least ten or eight players working together to defeat him.

"What is going on...who are you?" asked Bai Wuchang.

Night Pastoral stretched out a hand, and a trace of magic power burst out from his palm, which was then stroked back along his forehead, pushing all the hair back.

"This hairstyle is more comfortable."

The light words were accompanied by the full power of the Jiu Shang Sword, which directly broke Bai Wuchang's body and knocked him out.

Bai Wuchang fell to the ground. No matter how glorious he was just now, he was now in a state of disgrace.

But he didn't die!

Strands of granulation tissue extend from the wound and quickly repair the wound.

"No matter who you are, you have completely angered me. This game is destined to end with the ship sinking! And I am the one who guides the ending!"

Bai Wuchang waved the soul-calling banner, releasing thousands of wronged souls, which all pounced towards the Night Pastoral.

Night Pastoral lazily opened his mouth, yawned, then sucked all the wronged souls into his mouth and swallowed them in one gulp.

He chewed it a few times like chewing gum.

The Bai Wuchang on the opposite side was dumbfounded. Is this possible? Do you think you are Zhong Kui?

The same person who was dumbfounded was Long Zhan who was pretending to be dead. He was seriously injured just now, but he was not dead, he was just pretending to be dead.

In addition, Chen Bei had called for players to come and help. As soon as they arrived, they witnessed this scene and became witnesses.

Night Pastoral swallowed a large number of wronged souls, puffed up his cheeks, and then spit them out with force.

"Roar!!!"

This roar was like the roar of a ferocious beast, emitting a brilliant white light and sweeping across the open deck.

Bai Wuchang was hit, and his white suit was torn into pieces, and his flesh and blood melted away.

When the roar stopped, Bai Wuchang had turned into a skeleton with only flesh and blood left!

Even at this point, Bai Wuchang still didn't die.

Dark Night Pastoral showed an impatient expression and muttered: "This body is a little stronger than before, but it's still far from being up to standard!"

"What are you mumbling about!"

Bai Wuchang was physically disabled but mentally strong. He continued to attack even though he was reduced to a skeleton. He concentrated his strength on one point and punched Night Pastoral.

Night Pastoral thrust out with a sword, and the tip of the sword collided with his fist.

As a result, Bai Wuchang's skeleton was destroyed by the bloody sword energy and turned into countless fragments scattered on the ground.

High-level NPCs like these are all recycled and reused.

Dark Pastoral had crushed him once before, and now it did so again.

It was not until this time that Bai Wuchang suddenly remembered, but it was too late.

"So it's you... You haven't..."

Bai Wuchang didn't finish his words.