Xuanmen boss in the horror game card BUG

Chapter 8 Who Do You Think You Are
"Bang-"

The sound is clear and crisp, and it is a good start when you listen to it.

[Help, this trick is really bad]
[Hiss, the sense of substitution is too strong, the nose and head are already hurting]
Yan Lan turned the bone ax casually, and kept on doing nothing, picking up the dragon's beard and still biting the dragon's head that had been kicked in the nostrils, jumped up and raised the bone ax again!

The other dragon heads immediately gathered to bite, and the dragon heads under their feet shook desperately and angrily——

[Time is running out, why don't you just run with the Zhenxiu Talisman? ! ]
[Walking around the back of the black dragon's neck, the dragon scales on these deadly parts are very thick, what are you doing stupid]
[What's the level of the cabinet girl, her bone ax can't cut through the dragon scales]
Ordinary bone axes can't hurt a nine-headed dragon that has been worshiped by incense, but if you add five emperors' coins for retreating evil spirits——

Yan Lan pressed the five emperors money on the bone handle with her hand, concentrated her strength and chopped off the Nine-headed Dragon's neck.

The bone ax entwined with resentment was wrapped in golden light, scorching hot the moment it hit the scales, cutting iron like mud to cut off the dragon scales on the back of the neck!

"Roar--!"

One fell to the ground, black blood spattered, and the nine-headed dragon was in pain. It shook its headless neck and fell back, hitting the mahogany pillar.

"There is no incense or tribute for so many years, how much power do you have when you just wake up?"

Yan Lan landed on the ground and turned the handle of the axe. The skull-sized ax seemed to have no weight in her hand.

"Still running?" She smiled.

The nine-headed dragon wrapped around the red pillar, and the remaining eight heads spewed out turbid air. After staring at Yan Lan for a few seconds, he gritted his fangs as if venting his anger, and immediately turned around and turned into black mist and flew out of the incense table hall, disappearing into the dark red coral reef outside the hall. .

All that was left was a black dragon head that rolled down in the corner.

... finally gone.

Yan Lan frowned, propped the ax on the ground, and tugged on the cuffs that moved up.

Just as Fang Shu was about to get closer, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the ferocious blood that was gradually wrapping around Yan Lan's forearm——

Strange but gorgeous, like a Bana flower pierced into pale flesh and blood, its roots pierced into the meridians, binding the body like a shackle.

This is... the merit shackle? !
Fang Shu paused, his heart sank.

Ordinary people will not get involved in this thing, only practitioners, and they must be practitioners who have owed a lot of merit and have committed heinous crimes.

It is not that there are no practitioners in modern society, but that is a world out of reach of ordinary people. Schools and sects that inherit the techniques of cultivation will cooperate with the state, and the state will provide the greatest level of protection.

Taoism is one of the largest orthodox inheritance factions in modern times.

But Taoist disciples have merits and virtues in themselves such as eliminating evil spirits and resolving grievances, and praying for blessings. What's more, with the cover of granting scriptures, the ancestors will also protect their little disciples and grandchildren in the cycle of heaven and earth.

What did he have to do to owe a lot of merit and receive such a punishment from heaven?
"It's better to maintain your health," Yan Lan seemed unaware, and while sighing, she dragged the bone ax and walked towards the locker girl, "As you get older, you should try to avoid fighting with others."

"Yeah, eh!"

The cabinet girl was terrified by the consecrated lightning and wood electricity, and when Yan Lan pulled out the hairpin, she immediately struggled to tear off the hospital gown.

As soon as the sky came into view, a sharp bone ax slammed into the floor beside my ear.

Cabinet girl: "..."

When she raised her eyes, she saw Yan Lan resting her hands on the end of the ax handle, smiling at her.

Cabinet girl: "!!"

The locker girl shut her mouth tightly, her eyes were slightly fierce and fearful.

"Don't be afraid," Yan Lan said with kind eyes, "I just want to ask you a question, I won't hurt you, you just need to answer."

The locker girl nodded hesitantly.

"You..." Yan Lan looked sincere, "Is there any injustice?"

The frightened cabinet girl: "?"

The audience waiting with bated breath: "??"

Ha, what are you talking about?
"I'm actually a good person," Yan Lan sighed, "and I especially like to do good deeds to accumulate merit, especially to avenge misery and evil for free. In our world, people like me will be called saints..."

"Sister Lan, I found this legal record from the cabinet."

Fang Shu spoke suddenly, took out a yellow booklet from the cabinet that had returned to normal, and tried hard to recognize the overly chic calligraphy:

"The above said that there was once a religious ceremony here, which was to remove the evil spirit of a female fugitive.

"The female fugitive was a gothic furniture designer. She liked the skinny atmosphere very much. She killed several people to drain the fat and remove the ribs to make furniture. Later, she was shot dead on the spot in the amusement park. Did the female fugitive just mention her?"

"is her."

The smile on the corner of Yan Lan's mouth quickly faded:
"It's amazing. You committed a serious crime during your lifetime, but you escaped punishment and hid here after death——Miss, you are very smart."

Seeing that the situation was not right, the cabinet girl turned her head to run, but Yan Lan swung the ax horizontally with her wrist!

"Bah—!"

The locker girl's head collapsed on the spot, and black air rose from the wreckage, revealing the locker girl's face vaguely.

Resentment and pride.

Once the game is refreshed, she can still be resurrected, and even go to other instances to hunt down players.

"Provoke me?"

Yan Lan laughed softly, and said softly:

"What do you think you are?"

Flicking two fingers over the emperor's money to borrow mana, Yan Lan raised her eyes and drew a sword formula:

"Decree from the Supreme Supreme, surpassing your lonely soul."

The sound was like a breeze hitting the mountain mist, and the five imperial coins were led to a golden light, biting the black air with the death curse.

"Ahhh-"

The terrified scream of the locker girl resounded throughout the room, and the black air was swallowed by the golden light.

【Ding!Congratulations on killing the evil "Closeter Girl" completely and obtaining the offensive weapon "Bone Ax Full of Resentment"! 】

The game sound immediately sounded, with a cheerful tone.

Yan Lan put down her hands, and glanced indifferently at the void where the eyeball girl had been obliterated.

[...Che, kill the closet girl completely, is that what I think? ]
[Why not!It's so dead that even a game refresh can't save it! ]
[The hairpin is the consecrated lightning strike wood, the five emperors' money is taken, and the reincarnation curse is used, mother!We are making trouble with Taoist priests in our evil den]
[Don't panic, what about Taoist priests?It’s not that there are no Taoist priests in the paradise, it’s just killing a low-level evil spirit, if there is such a big threat, the paradise will not let her in]
[Look, there are only 2 minutes left in the countdown, and they only have one item! ]
　Here Sister Lan is borrowing the mana of the Five Emperors' money, which is equivalent to an external power supply and does not require the support of a mana vein, but there is nothing else she can do except save a mob.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)