Game of Destiny: This player is different

Seeing the slightly dull expression and the yet-unconscious Sad Arrow, several people felt as if a stone was pressing on their hearts, and they could not breathe.

The filth buried in the grave was beyond imagination.

Just one encounter made the LV7 player unable to resist and was directly attacked.

The whole process was short and fast, just like an ordinary person being attacked by a ghost.

The invisible dark cloud covered the head, and the atmosphere became extremely depressing.

"Brother Qin, there is only one piece of face tissue left, if the second grave is still wrong..."

Cherry, who was guarding next to him, said fearfully.

Although the second half of the sentence was not said, the meaning was already clear.

There are three lonely graves that have not been dug up, which means there is a two-thirds probability of being attacked again.

"Luck is also part of strength. If we fail due to bad luck, we can only say that we are not strong enough."

Qin Nuo remained calm and did not stop digging graves: "Rewards and risks coexist.

The system will never let players take away rewards easily, otherwise why bother issuing tasks, just give us experience points and game coins directly."

He paused and continued: "Talking about it here and there will only restrict your hands and feet and affect your performance. It is better to relax.

Besides, you haven't forgotten the task punishment, right? Being killed by evil spirits or being wiped out by the system, there is not much difference."

"There is still a difference...one dies early, the other dies later..."

Leng Daidai, who was standing behind, whispered.

Are you arguing?

Girl, you are really cute.

Do I have to find you a straw?

Qin Nuo glanced at her unhappily and motioned for everyone to continue working.

The players were rushing to work and digging desperately.

The solitary grave was not small, but the soil was soft.

Using the ghost hand as a shovel, it was not difficult to dig.

Not long after, the second grave was dug up.

Cherry, holding the ghost-head knife, sweated in her palms.

The lesson of Brother Jian made everyone's heart rise to their throats.

God knows what is hidden under that thin layer of soil.

"Let me do it."

Qin Nuo sighed and used his ghost hand to push away the last bit of grave soil.

As the solitary grave was dug flat, the buried objects were exposed in front of them.

Everyone was slightly stunned.

There was actually...

A ball buried in the grave?

Not big, not small.

It's about between B and C, and ordinary people can hold it in one hand.

The surface of the ball is intertwined with strands of silk threads, like the pattern of a flower bud waiting to bloom.

Looking closely, it looked like the hydrangea sewn by unmarried girls in the old days.

Qin Nuo looked at the black needlework on the hydrangea, thinking.

How could this material look like... human hair?

Just as he was thinking.

Gurgle~

It was as if an invisible person kicked the hydrangea.

The ball rolled out with the dirty smell of grave soil.

Huh? !

Everyone was shocked and stepped back in a hurry.

Then, the black hair on the surface of the hydrangea began to wriggle and spread.

In an instant, countless hairs burst out.

Like a thousand-legged octopus waving its tentacles wantonly.

The supernatural energy contained in the hair rippled in the air and entangled the nearest target.

Bang!

Hanlin Zimo, who had hastily raised his shield, rolled out.

The whole person slammed into the land temple, splashing a large amount of dust.

When he climbed out of the rubble, his right arm was tilted at an unnatural angle, and the white bones at the elbow joint were exposed.

"Be careful, those hairs are dangerous!"

He shouted with cold sweat on his forehead.

Without being reminded, the others had already drawn their weapons and attacked.

Cherry took the lead.

The ghost-head knife surrounded by flames burst out with scorching heat and chopped at the hydrangea.

The half-conscious arrow brother drew his bow and shot.

The arrow whistled and suddenly split into three in the air, all nailing to the target.

Leng Daidai applied a strength attribute buff (gain state) to himself, raised the giant trombone that was extremely disproportionate to his height, and smashed it forward.

It was quite like Lu Zhishen uprooting the weeping willow.

It was Qin Nuo's turn, and he operated the Nine Yang Qi to the limit.

Stepping on the air bricks created by [Tiyunzong], he quickly climbed up.

Then he leaped up like a tiger descending from the mountain.

The frying pan in his hand danced like an electric fan, rolling up a fierce gust of wind, blowing away all the hair in front of him.

He was timid when he should be timid, and he was never soft-hearted when he should fight.

Now was the moment of a desperate fight, and the players were attacking with all their might.

And the hydrangea not only easily blocked all kinds of attacks, but even quietly separated a few strands of hair and touched the injured Hanlin Zimo.

The latter was just looking for an opportunityBandaging the wound, I suddenly felt an itch on my ankle.

I looked down and found that the black hair had entangled me without knowing when.

Damn!

As soon as the thought flashed through my mind, a black ball flew straight towards me.

Bumping into people with the ball?

Qin Nuo had only seen some men bumping into the ball by themselves, but had never seen the ball actively bumping into men.

The black ball passed through the pursuit and interception of a group of players and crashed into Hanlin Zimo's arms.

Without waiting for him to react and call for help, the tide-like black hair spread out and occupied his limbs like a creeper.

In a few seconds, most of Hanlin Zimo's body had been wrapped tightly.

"Go!"

Qin Nuo was quick-witted.

Before the hair climbed onto his face, he threw out the tarpaulin to cover it.

The moment the yellow paper covered it, the surging black hair paused inexplicably.

Then it shrank and gathered, with a faint tendency to leave.

"Fortunately."

Cherry breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that Qin Nuo acted in time.

As a result, before she could exhale completely, the facial tissue began to be consumed violently.

In a breath, it turned into flying ash and disappeared completely.

Without the balance of the facial tissue, the black hair became active again.

"Is the gap so big..."

Qin Nuo frowned, stomped on the ground with his feet, and jumped to Hanlin Zimo's side.

All the true energy was concentrated in his left hand and placed on the other's shoulder.

With the infusion of the thick and yang energy, the black hair was restrained again.

This was a confrontation between extraordinary power and extraordinary power.

The speed of spiritual energy consumption far exceeded the passive recovery of the Nine Yang Manual.

Qin Nuo felt exhausted for the first time, and sweat oozed from his forehead.

The other three teammates came around, wanting to help but not knowing where to start.

They could only stare anxiously.

Qin Nuo tried his best to save Hanlin Zimo.

His spiritual energy was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His black hair was tightly wrapped around the injured right arm, not giving up.

Ghosts don't get tired, but people do.

If this continues, the first one to be exhausted will be the player.

What should I do? Should I stop?

Hanlin Zimo, who had regained consciousness, wanted to use his title skill to petrify his arm.

The result was a drop in the ocean, with no response.

Was he suppressed...

He looked at the black hair on his right arm, and then his eyes fell on the pit not far away.

He opened his mouth and said with difficulty: "It seems that our luck is not that good."