Cataclysm: Baoyou, This Is Not A Good Deal

"Hiss, hiss..."

"Ahhhh!"

The priest covered the wound on his arm and couldn't help but let out a low growl.

Although the woman in leather armor on the second layer had been successfully killed, the whip in her hand had gouged out two deep bone-deep wounds on the priest's arm.

The most important thing is that the whip is poisonous!

It stands to reason that in the dream, the priest can recover no matter how many injuries he suffered, but in this strange building, not only did he not recover, but he was also suffering from spiritual pain!

In the collapsed version of "Swordman", the priest has no authority to restore the body...

"The third floor, the fourth floor, the fifth floor...is there a strange supernatural being on each floor? Could it be that his memory is hidden on the seventh floor? Who is this guy? So many memories that don't belong to him!"

He tried to smash the walls or gates, but the black castle was unscathed.

Only by obtaining Zhang Xibao's most fearful memory can the priest smash Zhang Xibao's soul and completely occupy this body.

The priest had no choice but to keep going up.

Sure enough, as he thought, there were also people on the third floor...

The knuckle man on the third floor.

The gun wielding boy on the fourth floor.

The crossbow girl on the fifth floor.

The mandarin duck and Yue old man on the sixth floor.

Every time he passed a floor, the wounds on the priest's body would increase. When he climbed to the fifth floor, there was no good flesh on his two arms.

With two crossbow arrows stuck in his back and a blood hole in his shoulder, the priest staggered up to the seventh floor of the castle.

"Finally, finally..."

"Hahahahaha!"

The priest covered his face with his fingerless palm and laughed.

"Top floor, here I come!"

"I want to play with his memory, I want to tear his soul apart, I want to occupy his body!"

The priest passed the last step and looked up to the end of the seventh floor. The smile on his face suddenly froze.

The seventh floor of the castle.

At the end is a throne, on which Zhang Xibao sits with his legs crossed, a golden book spirit floating on his shoulder, on his left is a short man with a giant flaming ax on his shoulder, and on his right is an armored general holding a black halberd.

Clap clap!

Zhang Xibao clapped his palms and smiled at the priest: "It's a bit slower than I expected, but it's pretty impressive to be able to hit the seventh floor."

"you……"

"what is this?!"

The priest glanced at the short man and the Iron Armored General, then looked at the book spirit beside Zhang Xibao, and finally stared at Zhang Xibao who was supposed to be played with by him.

"Oh, this is a game planned and designed by a dog. It uses eight gods and souls ranging from mysterious ranks to heavenly ranks as materials. I will act as the boss of the ninth floor today."

Zhang Xibao grinned and clapped his hands, the bamboo hat man, the leather armored woman, the gun wielding boy and other minions climbed up the stairs one after another.

"Beat them and you can challenge me."

Zhang Xibao shook his head regretfully: "However, Shu Ling changed the game to an endless mode, so you probably won't have the chance to challenge me."

"Do you understand the endless mode? The monster will be resurrected after death, and the next wave will be stronger..."

After all, the giant ax dwarf and the armored general also rushed up, and the eight little bosses began to beat up the priest.

The priest was hacked to death within three seconds of being besieged by the eight monsters.

With a flash of light, the intact priest reappeared.

"What did you do?!" the priest asked Zhang Xibao angrily.

"It's hard to lock you into the castle, do you think I'll let you out?"

Zhang Xibao smiled at the priest: "Hey, I didn't do anything, I just gave you a resurrection coin for free, you continue to experience it, anyway, I have a lot of time, let's see if it's my clean energy that runs out first, or yours The soul breaks down first?"

While speaking, eight bosses rushed forward, and the priest was chopped into meat paste again.

Zhang Xibao snapped his fingers, consumed part of his fresh energy, and revived the priest on the seventh floor.

In this way, the priest died and lived, lived and died, died and lived, lived and died...

The nightmare curse uses Zhang Xibao's clean energy as energy, and clean energy is the priest's resurrection coin, that is to say, before the clean energy in Zhang Xibao's body is exhausted, the priest can be resurrected infinitely, and then be beaten by eight bosses.

Zhang Xibao also can't remember how many times the priest died, he was hacked to death by a knife, whipped to death, shot into a hedgehog by a crossbow arrow, stabbed to death by a gun......

Fortunately, Zhan Nian enabled the child protection mode for the game, and the blood that the priest spat out was green, which did not affect Zhang Xibao's mental health...

Otherwise, the scene in front of me is like a Ukiyo-e painting of hell.

At first, the priest resisted a little, but then he gave up the resistance and began to yell at him. Later, the priest didn't even have the intention to scold, and lay on the ground upright, waiting to die.

"Kill me, right now!" the priest moaned weakly.

"Don't worry, it's only been two hours, let's play slowly..."

Zhang Xibao felt the fresh air in his body, felt that it was almost exhausted, so he took the time to wake up, and took a Huaqing Pill that Zhang Laodao gave him.

Zhang Laodao gave Zhang Xibao 20 Huaqing Pills...

One Huaqing Pill is enough for the priests to play for several hours, and the book spirit has modified the time rate in the game. After an hour in real time, the priests in the castle don't know how to live and die for half a day.

"Kill me, it's boring..."

"Destroy, I don't want to be resurrected."

"Hey Hey……"

"A ba ba ba ba..."

"x&%￥#@..."

When Zhang Xibao ate the sixth Huaqing Pill, the spirit of the priest had become dilapidated.

"Stop!"

With Zhang Xibao's order, the eight bosses stopped moving.

The priest was lying on the floor, opening and closing his mouth without making a sound, like a fish lacking oxygen.

"That's not enough?"

Zhang Xibao picked the priest with his toes, and found that this guy was not pretending to be stupid.

The book spirit flew over, and the pages of the book rattled.

"Kill him?"

Zhang Xibao shook his head.

"No, I don't want to kill him."

"This nightmare curse is very interesting. I want to keep it and turn it into my trump card. I will detain this guy in the Demon King's Castle first. I will see if there is any way to do it after I wake up..."

Zhang Xibao's figure flashed, and he woke up on the bed of reality.

Crow King Xiaoni had already prepared food and water, and Zhang Xibao sat on the bed and began to eat and drink.

Qian Chengjin stared: "Brother Bao, the pattern on your body has faded!"

Zhang Xibao looked down, and the black pattern began to dissipate, leaving only a few curse marks on the palm of his right hand, which looked like tattoos at first glance.

"How long have I been asleep?" Zhang Xibao asked.

Qian Chengjin replied: "More than 20 hours, almost a day and a night, Brother Bao, and now it is the night of the second day."

"Is anyone here during the period?" Zhang Xibao asked again.

Qian Chengjin nodded: "A group of people with supernatural powers came to check the room. I don't know their identities. The person in charge of the hotel is very respectful to them."

After a pause, Qian Chengjin added: "They investigated the trip of the three of us and asked us to stretch out our hands to see. Fortunately, Xiaoni was there yesterday, so they didn't have any suspicions."

"Well, it's all right now." Zhang Xibao waved his hand, signaling Qian Chengjin to relax.

Qian Chengjin came over and looked at Zhang Xibao with a strange face: "Brother Bao, I heard that the [Shishen Liao] of Nihong was bombed. Although the official said it was an earthquake, Qian has a way to get the news. Could it be..."

Zhang Xibao ate and drank enough, and smiled strangely at Qian Chengjin: "You just need to know, keep it secret..."

"Oh oh oh, Brother Bao, you're so awesome!" Qian Chengjin nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.