It's time, it's time to switch to the cranial doctor

The elevator quickly reached the floor of the dance club. With a ding-dong sound, the elevator doors opened to both sides, and a strong and disgusting bloody smell rushed over.

Zhou Zhuo was able to accept it, but Xiao Jiu was already a little uncomfortable, with small bumps on his skin, as if a wild animal had entered a state of stress.

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

"Hmm!" Xiao Jiu also clenched his fists to cheer himself up, "I have no problem!"

Zhou Zhuo had prepared for a long time, took out the emperor card and held it in his hand. Now he is in good condition and can at least guarantee an invincible time of more than three seconds, which should be enough for Xiaojiu to suppress his opponent.

For the time being, he didn't dare to use the Gemini card in places other than dungeons, fearing that the summoned avatar would replace him.

The two joined hands and stepped into the dance club that looked like a murder scene. Xiao Jiu put out all his strength immediately, and the scarlet Bana flowers bloomed from under his feet, stripping the color of the scene.

However, those flowers withered as soon as they bloomed from the bloody carpet on the ground, and the colorless petals fell on Xiao Jiu's feet, and finally fell into the sticky blood along the smooth leather, and lost their trace.

...so strong that it cannot be resisted, is this the true strength of the nightmare class?

No, maybe it was just a matter of restraint. If the opponent had such terrifying strength and malice, he would not have allowed himself to leave at will just now.

"Why are you hiding? Is it because your face cannot be shown?" Zhou Zhuo shouted at the empty scene.

Xiao Jiu also looked around nervously, and a flower bloomed in the palm of her free left hand. This is the limit of what she can do. In front of the boss of the nightmare level, she dare not promise anything to protect Zhou Zhuo, but at least she will work hard to protect Zhou Zhuo. try best.

There was no response, and noticing that the temperature of the small hand in the palm was getting colder and colder, Zhou Zhuo let go of his hand, took out the death knell, and glanced around.

Deathstroke also failed to find the owner of the lipstick, who seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, but Zhou Zhuo was sure that she was here, and might even be by his side, waiting for an opportunity.

The elevator door behind him closed by itself, and the dance room was sealed off. The air was getting colder and colder, as if it had changed from a pleasant autumn to a cold winter in an instant.

Zhou Zhuo noticed that ripples appeared inexplicably in the thick pool of blood. They were very tiny and were not caused by footprints. Soon Xiao Jiu also turned his head. The two watched a bright red butterfly emerge from the center of the ripples, fluttering its wings and falling. Tiny drops of blood flew in the air.

A bloody butterfly fluttered its wings and took off at the murder scene full of blood. It is difficult to describe this beautiful scene of beauty and cruelty. Both Zhou Zhuo and Xiao Jiu subconsciously shifted their eyes and followed it to see where it could fly.

Soon the two of them no longer had the mood to appreciate beautiful things. Suddenly, a large number of ripples appeared in the pool of blood on the ground, as if an invisible torrential rain fell out of thin air, and then hundreds of blood-colored butterflies rose from it .

"Fuck! Run!"

Zhou Zhuo finally realized why Bai Yexing's whole team would be beaten like that when they entered the nightmare level dungeon. This is not a fucking level player at all.

Nightmare Ghost School is rated as Nightmare level only by the accumulation of numbers. Unless there is a large-scale riot of evil spirits, it is essentially a trembling level dungeon, or the real boss is the unobtrusive uncle. The sense of oppression that this scene brings to people is completely different.

Zhou Zhuo protected Xiao Jiu in front of him, and slapped the button to open the door vigorously, but the elevator, which usually looks old but actually responds quickly, seems to be disconnected at this time, without any response.

The butterfly behind him flapped its wings, and hit like a scarlet cold wave. Before it was relieved, Zhou Zhuo's body was attacked by a strong sense of paralysis, and his physical strength and rationality showed a sharp decline like jumping off a building.

The woman seemed to be deliberately torturing her prey, controlling hundreds of bloody butterflies to fly around Zhou Zhuo and Xiao Jiu, but none of them fell on them, they just danced around, bringing unspeakable oppression feel.

Suddenly, Zhou Zhuo felt a certain kind of extreme coldness approaching from behind, and he was restrained in just one breath. A pale hand that was as delicate as a work of art went around his shoulders and strangled his throat. Long, blood-colored nails pressed against the throat.

"It's not enough... just struggle harder."

A seductive and soft voice rang in his ears, and only then did Zhou Zhuo understand what a real devil's whisper was.

A petal floating in the air drew an arc and cut off the opponent's nail cleanly.

"majesty!"

Zhou Zhuo finally found a gap to counterattack and took out the Tarot cards. His survival instinct allowed him to call out the name of the skill directly, pouring out his rationality into the Tarot Emperor in his hand, activating the defensive effect.

The emperor in the card raised the gemstone scepter in his hand, and the gentle and mellow milky white light instantly bloomed, dispelling the suppression brought by the bloody butterfly, and the woman who was whispering behind her was also forced to push away by the emperor's majesty.

Zhou Zhuo turned around abruptly, but he didn't find the woman, only the bloody butterflies dancing all over the sky blurred his vision.

"I will find you."

Majesty is a continuous effect, and it can be operated as long as you input reason. Zhou Zhuo handed the Tarot Emperor to Xiaojiu, held the death knell in his right hand, and went to the most densely populated place of bloody butterflies. Sure enough, he found a faint trace. Feel.

The locking technique "Declaration of Death" was launched, and this time the positioning time was longer than before, and Zhou Zhuo's other hand had already thrown the lucky dice.

To use strong luck, there must be a throwing action. Zhou Zhuo has simplified this process as much as possible to avoid accidents, but when the dice floats in the air, they disappear.

He just blinked, and his sight seemed to be cut off by something. The unbearable smell of rust almost penetrated into the depths of his brain, making him very uncomfortable.

"I hate stuff about luck."

The voice of the other party came again in the air, but no figure could be seen. The lucky dice flew over from a distance and landed in Zhou Zhuo's hands. It was covered with a layer of blood stains. The items were not damaged, but after the stained blood was washed away I'm afraid it won't be available again.

The other party seems to be confident, thinking that she can easily deal with the combination of Zhou Zhuo and Xiao Jiu, but the self-righteous move just now exposed her true position, and the death knell has been locked in a vague area.

"Dare you shoot?"

"Why not?"

Zhou Zhuo replied calmly, put away the dice, took out the respirator with one hand and put it on his face. Elena made a small change to the respirator, which just fit his face shape.

The "fresh" air was stored in the respirator. After several deep breaths, Zhou Zhuo's sanity value began to recover substantially, which completely offset the emperor's defense consumption. The effect was excellent, but it began to drop after five seconds.

After a full breath, Zhou Zhuo almost recovered half of his sanity points, no longer dizzy from the emperor's exaggerated consumption, and began to do the final aiming work of Deathstroke.

"Do you dare to bet your life with me?"

The ethereal woman's voice came from the dance room again, but this time it was different from before. The dangerous butterflies flying all over the sky suddenly dispersed, and a figure of various shapes slowly rose from the pool of blood, and its facial features were covered in blood.

She was leaning on an old-fashioned armchair, and Muzi, who was wearing a blood-colored dance dress, was sitting in it, her hands and feet were firmly bound by pieces of cloth, she seemed to be unconscious, but there were no visible injuries on her body.

"What do you mean?"

"It means betting your life." The woman made a gesture of holding a gun to her temple with her finger, "Shoot me in the head, you or me, one of them must die here."

Zhou Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood why the other party took away the lucky dice just now: "Do you know the effect of the death knell?"

"Of course, you don't even seem to know the origin of this weapon." The woman chuckled, "I named Deathstroke, and it ended my life in the end, allowing me to exist in this special form. Yu Shi, do you want to know who I am?"

"I don't want to!" Zhou Zhuo said firmly, his back was already sweating, "I know you are a killer, that's enough."

According to the game mechanism, whether a ghost is powerful or not depends to a large extent on the strength of malice. Ghosts with strong resentment can usually obtain corresponding abilities according to the cause of death. For example, Xiao Jiu can deprive objects of vitality, Muzi can Causes an invisible utility knife to protrude from the target.

And standing in front of him is a killer who kills without blinking an eye. The maliciousness and resentment of the other party are by no means comparable to that of ordinary people, and the positioning of nightmare level is absolutely not false.

"Very well, it seems that you have the consciousness of dying, so pull the trigger."

"do not want!"

Xiao Jiu's eyes widened, and he grabbed Zhou Zhuo's wrist, not knowing what he was afraid of.

"It's okay, I can always win."

Zhou Zhuo patted her arm and took away the emperor, even canceling the majestic defensive effect, just to focus more on the duel.

The other party stayed in place as promised, holding Muzi's delicate cheeks with both hands, and caressing them lovingly. The sharp nails left conspicuous scratches under her white and flawless skin, which disappeared in an instant.

"Your hands are shaking." Even though her head was locked by the death knell, the woman still looked confident, "Do you need me to count 321 for you? Little virgin."

"..." Zhou Zhuo was speechless for a moment, "Don't talk to distract me, it's only for weak people to keep chattering when they are about to die."

This woman is too bad, she must be punished if she kills someone?

"Shh."

She raised her finger, leaving a scratch on her blood-covered forehead, and a vertical eyeball suddenly jumped out of the gap, which was extremely weird.

"Shoot here."

"You don't need to remind me!"

The other party obviously had a problem, Zhou Zhuo was afraid of talking too much, so he confirmed that the target had been locked, and pulled the trigger on the spot, not just one shot, but three consecutive shots.

This was the first time Deathstroke fired three bullets in an instant, no daring person would dare to joke with his life like that, but Joo-joo did just that.

In response to his opponent's contempt, he showed unimaginable madness, which is exactly what the opponent wanted——

"Yes, this is it!"

Amidst a burst of laughter, the distorted blood-colored figure was shot three times in a row, all three shots hit the eyes in the center of the forehead, the entire head burst due to too strong instantaneous power, and it shattered to the ground, dark red blood flowed on the unconscious body. Muzi's body seeped into her dancing skirt.

Zhou Zhuo put away the death knell, put it back in his pocket, and smiled at Xiao Jiu, who was next to him who was still in fear: "I said I can always win."

Although the active skills of the lucky dice were sealed by blood stains, the 10 points of luck attached to the passive still existed in the attribute panel, which brought enough powerful information to Zhou Zhuo.

Of course, it doesn’t matter even if you die, the second heart will repair all injuries and enter a state of blood frenzy. He has a blood collection bottle made by Elena on his body. After dying once, he will only come back in a stronger state, so once Shooting three bullets has a higher tactical success rate than one shot at a time.

Fortunately, Zhou Zhuo made the right bet again, none of the three bullets triggered the empty gun, and this gun seemed to be his exclusive weapon.

"You lost." Zhou Zhuo said to the quiet air.

"No, I didn't lose."

Muzi suddenly opened his eyes, sat up straight, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes and expression were completely different from usual.

This guy can also possess other ghosts. Even trembling-level ghosts have no resistance to her. They can't be killed or shaken off.

But Zhou Zhuo calmed down at this time.

Those bloody butterflies caused such a strong sense of oppression just by approaching, not just as simple as decorations, including the pools of blood on the ground that could condense her body.

He knew very well that the other party had the ability to kill him at any time, but she didn't do so, what was the reason?The two parties are not friends, so there is only one answer: the other party wants something from others, and the action is just to show their attitude and gain the upper hand in the negotiation.

"What do you want?" Zhou Zhuo chose to get straight to the point, so as not to be beaten in vain.

"It seems that our parents understand quickly."

"Muzi" raised the corner of his mouth and pointed out two fingers: "I have two requirements, as long as you can meet them, I can do things for you in the future. In addition, the little girl over there should try not to grin at me, I don't guarantee that I will Will there be a third request."

"Try it!" Xiao Jiu, who had just renovated his home, was so annoyed that he almost rolled up his sleeves.

"Tell me."

Zhou Zhuo held Xiao Jiu back, of course the latter knew the seriousness, at most he just said a few words, so he didn't dare to casually approach the boss's face A.

"Number one, I need a place to stay," she said.

"I can give you a room, but not here. This is Muzi's dance studio."

Although he had to compromise, there was still a bottom line. Zhou Zhuo would never allow these ghosts to ride on his head, and it was barely acceptable to ride on him.

"Rooms? I don't need those."

She controlled Muzi's body and gently stroked her cheek, showing an intoxicated look: "I heard from this little girl that you have a book that can contain evil spirits. Where is it?"

Zhou Zhuo was startled. This is the first Pokémon that asked to get into the Poke Ball. Could it be that there are really two rooms and one living room inside?

"The employee handbook is damaged and is being repaired, but even if it is repaired, it will not be able to accommodate your big Buddha."

An evil ghost who can forcibly break free from the sustenance must have observed for a period of time before choosing to attack. Zhou Zhuo knew that the other party was not easy to deceive, so he simply told the truth.

"Do you have something similar to the mirror in the room? I can live there, but it's too bulky. I need you to use a portable item to take me to a specific place."

Mirror?

Only then did Zhou Zhuo remember that he had put the complete ancient mirror from the misty town in the live broadcast nest, and the lipstick happened to be in the drawer, but he forgot it after he was busy. It seems that there are two pieces The props interacted with each other, I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen.

"I'm afraid there is no such mirror. I only have one mirror like this... No."

Zhou Zhuo suddenly thought of something, and took out the fragment of the ancient mirror stained with his own blood from his backpack: "I still have a fragment, I don't know if this is okay."

"Shards? I'm afraid the fragments can't carry my strength..."

Although he said so, Muzi still stood up from the chair, all the restraints were undone by himself, and he fell into the pool of blood on the ground.

She grabbed the mirror and tried to take it away, but Zhou Zhuo didn't let go, and the two just competed.

"Can't bear it? Then I'll get another one."

"No, it's just right. The quality of this fragment is higher than the complete one. Where did you get it?"

"An old hotel, I'm afraid there is no second one."

"Then it's mine."

A bloody butterfly fell from nowhere and landed on his wrist. Zhou Zhuo felt the pain and instinctively let go of his hand.

He looked down and found a butterfly-shaped blood drink formed where it was in contact with the skin. It was extremely painful, as if someone had smashed it into the flesh with a soldering iron.

"Hiss... what is this?"

"Contract." The woman said, "You already have a companion ghost. I seem to be late, but it doesn't matter. There are always many ways for a woman to restrain a man!"

Now Xiao Jiu was really in a hurry, and he was about to rush up: "What do you mean?"

"It means literally."

The woman dexterously turned around with one foot, avoiding Xiao Jiu's palm, and returned to the armchair with graceful dance steps, sat down, and looked at the fragments of the ancient mirror in her hand.

"I'm not joking with you. The blood mark is a unilateral contract between me and you. As long as you don't violate your oath with me, I can't hurt you. I will provide some help when necessary, but it depends on my mood and willingness. .”

She shook the mirror towards Zhou Zhuo: "I don't like other guests in my house, so I can only say sorry to her."

As soon as the words fell, the blood-colored nails that had grown just now pierced the turbid mirror, and Huang Ying's screams echoed throughout the dance room.