"You all wait outside the old house, I'll be right back," Fang Xiu said calmly to everyone.
Everyone nodded, seemingly having no objection to his decision, and not even asking why.
Heijiji asked in surprise, "Brother Xiu, are you really going in alone? Judging from the pattern, the eerie things here are definitely stronger than the previous two stops. If you go alone..."
"Oh, it's nothing, you don't need to worry," Zhao Hao said nonchalantly.
"Since Brother Hugh has said so, then there's definitely no problem. You're not familiar with Brother Hugh yet, which is why you asked this question. Once you get to know him better, you'll understand. When you're on the same team as Brother Hugh, you don't need to think about anything or ask anything. Just trust Brother Hugh unconditionally, and you can't go wrong."
Heijiji was speechless. She looked at the others and found that everyone actually agreed with Zhao Hao's point of view.
For some reason, Heijiji was inexplicably angry.
"What if Hugh told you to die?"
Zhao Hao paused for a moment, then said after a moment of thought, "If this really happens, it can only mean that there are definitely more terrifying ways to die waiting for me, which is why Brother Xiu made me die first."
Blackie was immediately defeated by this damned sense of trust.
She was angry but also a little envious, because she might never be able to trust someone like that in her entire life. Sometimes, she didn't even trust herself.
Because she often deceives even herself.
Fang Xiu ignored Hei Jiji's unusual behavior and walked into the old house alone.
Looking at the old house he entered for the second time, he immediately focused his attention on the dry well.
Whoosh!
Countless strands of silver hair danced wildly, like giant pythons emerging from their caves, surging madly into the dry well.
The next second, a bizarre, mummified creature with nails in its eyes and earrings in its ears was pulled up from the water.
Whoosh!
A silver lightning bolt flashed in the eerie old house.
The cold scalpel plunged straight into the eerie forehead.
This time, Fang Xiu planned to try to kill the strange creature before it removed the thorn in his side.
However, his plan failed.
Just as the scalpel was about to strike, bang!
The nails in the eerie eyes shot out like bullets, the immense force deflecting the scalpel off course.
Then, Fang Xiu's vision went black again, and he was plunged into boundless darkness.
But he wasn't surprised at all and continued to swing.
In his perception, the eerie creature instantly broke free of its silver hair and vanished from the spot.
Just as he was trying to pinpoint the location of the sound, two crisp sounds rang out.
That was the sound of a nail hitting the ground in my ear.
In an instant, he lost his hearing.
They have fallen back into the same predicament.
This time, however, Fang Xiu did not choose to use his ability to spread his silver hair throughout the old house and then sense the strange behavior.
Because this will always be a step behind the bizarre.
This time, he chose to close his eyes, stand quietly in place, and wait for the strange attack.
Whoosh!
The first strike occurs.
It's behind!
Fang Xiu's back was slashed open again, revealing flesh and exposed, stark white bone.
He remained standing quietly in place, without making a move, and his injuries were instantly healed.
The second strike came almost immediately.
It's the left arm.
Whoosh!
His arm was severed.
He still didn't make a move.
The third strike, the fourth strike, the fifth strike...
Until the sixth blow, which struck Fang Xiu squarely in the chest, Fang Xiu was instantly disemboweled.
He finally took action.
His action was to cease absorbing pain and then die quietly.
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Fang Xiu entered the old house for the third time, and he did the same thing as before, even the last place he stood was accurate to the millimeter.
Silence and darkness enveloped him.
The first strike!
His back! He remained unmoved.
The second blow!
Arm! He remained unmoved.
Until the fifth strike.
Fang Xiu moved! He silently counted the time in his mind, and before the sixth strike arrived, he seemed to anticipate it and thrust his sword forward, aiming straight for his chest.
Sizzle!
The sharp blade seemed to pierce into steel.
At the same time, his chest was ripped open, and a large amount of blood gushed out. The gash was so large that his beating heart could be seen inside.
But Fang Xiu laughed.
Because he injured this strange creature.
The power of pain erupted suddenly.
Inhuman screams of agony erupted from the eerie mouth.
Suddenly, a sinister smile appeared on Fang Xiu's lips, revealing his gleaming white teeth. His fair and handsome face became ferocious and cruel, like a man-eating monster!
"I can be hit countless times, but you can only be hit once, hehehe..."
A terrifying, sinister laugh echoed through the eerie old house.
Then, he twisted it forcefully, and the scalpel twisted like a pretzel inside the monster's body. The pain of hundreds of deaths and the pain of countless people he had absorbed that day erupted within the monster's body.
Whoosh!
His vision returned, and he heard the most beautiful music in the world.
That was a strange, agonizing scream!
They endured so many attacks without taking any action, waiting for this very moment!
This strange creature is incredibly fast. The reason Fang Xiu was constantly on the defensive was because he was recording the strange creature's attack trajectory. So what if he couldn't see or hear it?
He can see through the strange attack trajectories just the same; he'll just die a few more times.
In fact, once he knew the unpredictable trajectory of each strike, he could have launched a counterattack in advance with the first strike.
But Fang Xiu didn't, because he was waiting for a suitable angle. The strange creature was behind him, and this angle was not conducive to his attack. Stabbing someone in the back would definitely not be as fast as stabbing them in the front.
The same applies to the other side attacks. Only when attacking the chest, with one person and the other facing each other, is the attack speed fastest and the shortest straight line between the two points the fastest.
This is the most certain strike. As long as the timing is right and the strike is launched in advance, even if the speed is faster than the strange one, it will be of no use.
Bang!
Under intense pain, the eerie, desiccated corpse collapsed to the ground.
Just as Fang Xiu was about to enjoy himself further, the mummified corpse's eerie body seemed to weather away, turning into a pile of yellow sand.
His eyes flashed with a cold light, and he felt increasingly dissatisfied with the strange train and the person controlling it.
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