Chapter 57
"I know what to do!" Zhu Changan clenched his right fist and smashed it against his left palm, his eyes lighting up. "As long as we destroy its home base, it won't be able to absorb the energy below."
"Good idea." Shen Liuxue took a few steps back to distance herself from the Bone Dragon: "But where is the pen?"
All they knew now was that the center of the formation was in the artificial lake. Finding a pen in such a large lake was like looking for a needle in a haystack, not to mention that there was a "dragon tamer" watching them intently from above.
"First, attack the bone dragon, then break the formation." Mo Xuanji said, unleashing a wind blade at the bone dragon's brow. The dragon's tail swung again, and the wind blade collided with the bones, ultimately shaving off only a small fragment.
After the fierce battle just now, and the bone dragon's own unrestrained rampage, most of its body was now in pieces, with only a dragon head and main torso barely intact.
The damage to the bone dragon seemed irreversible, and even Weird hadn't made any move to repair it. In this case, unless one planned to save energy and rebuild it after it was completely destroyed, then it was beyond repair.
There's a difference between not wanting to repair something and not being able to repair it. Judging by this strange behavior, it can only be the latter.
The three exchanged glances and once again focused their attention on the Bone Dragon. As for the Weird, they could only temporarily leave it alone until they pinched its power bank, defending without attacking. Even so, this creature's attacks were truly a headache.
The strange creature, floating in mid-air, gazed at them with pride. Although they had lost a puppet this time due to underestimation, it didn't matter. As long as they could hand over the boy below, even if he wasn't the one, the divine messenger would definitely reward him.
"Hey, big brother, you've been here alone for twenty years. Aren't you bored?" Zhu Changan was a melee fighter and couldn't hit the bone dragon, so he started to draw strange hatred to help his companions share the firepower.
He is actually very good at talking nonsense and stirring up hatred.
He scoffed strangely, "Boring? How could I possibly be bored? For the sake of God's great cause, this little sacrifice is worth it."
"But you have given so much to God, and God doesn't care about you at all." As soon as these words were spoken, the three of them immediately noticed the temperature around them drop sharply.
"Look, they left you here all alone with nothing. Did God ever care about you? For over twenty years, you couldn't go anywhere except this dilapidated campus. In order to avoid detection by the Ability Bureau, you had to hide in the Ghost Domain on weekdays, and you didn't even dare to release puppets. It's so pitiful to hear."
Zhu Changan still had that harmless expression on his face. His eyes were sincere, full of pity and sympathy, as if he truly felt sorry for it.
Honestly, after knowing him for so long, this was the first time Mo Xuanji had seen him display such an aggressive side. Zhu Changan was just like what the forum users described him as, high in emotional intelligence and pleasant in speech. Sometimes he looked innocent and simple-minded, like a warm-hearted little golden retriever.
But now the golden retriever has mutated, he has become black and flaky.
System, get off Chang'an!
System: “…” It’s wronged.
Shen Liuxue's feet also slipped.
The creature was furious. Perhaps Zhu Changan had hit the nail on the head. It launched an even more violent attack while shouting, "Nonsense! God has clearly been watching over me the entire time. I'm His most loyal believer. He couldn't possibly lie to me!"
It can be seen that this time the strangeness has really broken through the defense. Every attack will shatter the bones on the ground into pieces, but the accuracy is still not very good.
"If it weren't for the blessing from Him, how could I have become so powerful so quickly!"
"But you obviously became strong by relying on the power of those ghosts below. Without these ghosts, you are nothing, right?" Zhu Changan mercilessly peeled off the last bit of its fig leaf.
"Shut up!" Countless ink marks rushed towards Zhu Changan like crazy.
"Wow, your defense is too easy to break. I haven't even said anything yet." Zhu Changan jumped up and down to avoid the attacks.
"Because when he died, he was still an adolescent and fragile high school boy, right?" Shen Liuxue added.
"Oh, I see." Zhu Changan suddenly realized and increased his intensity. "You just boasted about being a genius, but now it seems that's not the case. Relying on such a huge energy source, it took you twenty years to barely get an S."
"Let me tell you, we met an SS some time ago. He was much more motivated than you. He had no energy source and relied entirely on himself. In just one year, he went from the lowest level D to SS. Look at him, and then look at you. How can you have the nerve to call yourself a genius?" Such cold words jumped out of Zhu Changan's mouth of thirty-seven degrees, and every word was heartbreaking.
"Can you learn a little bit from other people's weirdness and not be so easily proud and complacent, okay?" This sentence is even more decisive.
"Other people's children" is an absolute minefield for a fragile and sensitive adolescent. Although it has lived for an extra twenty years, its long absence from society has left its mind stuck at the time of its death. Calling it a brat doesn't seem out of place.
Zhu Changan, who has grown up, gave the weirdness a wise look.
"Where did you hear all these words from?" Mo Xuanji finally couldn't help asking.
Zhu Changan scratched the back of his head and smiled innocently: "My grandfather said so."
"I'm bullshit! I'm obviously a genius! It's not me who's wrong, it's this world!"
"What a classic middle school quote." The three of them silently tapped their toes.
The monster was already madly angry, and all kinds of skills were madly attacking the three people. The bone dragon, who was their teammate, was unable to dodge and was hit by a ball of ink, and his body lost balance instantly.
“Good opportunity!”
Mo Xuanji used Yufeng to lift Shen Liuxue up. Shen Liuxue held the sword in one hand and pinched the sword gesture with his left hand. A layer of cold air covered the sword.
"Break!" With a light cry, the tip of the sword accurately pierced the crystal on the bone dragon's forehead.
The hardness of the crystal was unexpectedly strong, and Shen Liuxue's sword only made a small crack in it.
It's broken, it didn't work. Shen Liuxue fell helplessly, but fortunately, the next second, Mo Xuanji's wind connected with her attack. A cyan light chased after it and nailed it into the gap. Weirdly sensed something and was startled, but it was too late to stop it.
The force used to compress the shape dissipated, and the violent wind element exploded instantly, forming a tornado in the air, which shattered the bone dragon's skull into pieces.
"No--!"
Without the crystal's blessing, the bone dragon turned back into a pile of ordinary white bones, falling from the sky. Zhu Changan was unable to dodge and was hit by the bones, and a bump appeared on his forehead.
"Help... Speaking harshly will definitely bring retribution." Zhu Changan covered his big bag and fled the scene with tears in his eyes.
The tornado grew larger and larger, and the rain of paper coins that had been a hindrance turned out to be its best help. Shen Liuxue used his supernatural power to freeze Weird's legs. Although it only lasted for a second, it was enough time for the tornado to hit it.
Guiyi's face was covered with paper coins that were whizzing towards him, and he struggled uselessly but violently.
It couldn't open its eyes, it simply couldn't open them. Although it couldn't cause much damage to it, it could still temporarily cause it to lose its vision and ability to move.
According to the plan, Zhu Changan took advantage of the chaos and ran towards the artificial lake.
"Wow, this has to be about the same size as the one in school, right?" Zhu Changan muttered to himself.
The paper coins in the Ghost Realm corresponded to the water outside. Now, before Zhu Changan lay a large pit filled with white paper. He took a deep breath and jumped in.
There was a loud "bang" and a pile of white paper splashed up.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s been compressed, but Mo Xuanji always feels that the color of the tornado is a little dark.
That little whim had kept him busy for a month. While he still hadn't figured out an energy-saving skill, he'd unexpectedly gained a highly maneuverable and lethal skill. This was the one he had now, though its cost was quite high. The Bone Dragon explosion had already consumed nearly a quarter of his mana.
Fortunately, the results are encouraging.
Mo Xuanji and Shen Liuxue stood side by side. Blinded by the white paper, they didn't notice they were missing.
It waved the brush in frustration, and a ball of ink half a person's height fell heavily.
The two quickly dodged in different directions. This time, the strange thing had learned its lesson. After the ink ball exploded on the ground, it split into several smaller groups and chased after them. It seemed to have automatic tracking. Although its speed was not fast, it was impossible to shake it off.
Mo Xuanji ran for a while, then quickly turned and kicked out a wind blade. The azure wind and the black ink collided, canceling each other out. He landed on the ground and keenly noticed that the bone pile here made a different sound when he stepped on it, as if it were hollow. Several bones in the distance seemed to be affected and moved silently.
I hope there's a trap down there. Mo Xuanji thought about it and subconsciously took a step forward.
Shen Liuxue was in a bit of a mess at this time. The drop of ink penetrated her ice shield and knocked her away.
"Liuxue!"
"Cough... It's okay." Shen Liuxue covered his ribs and barely stood up with the sword. Judging from the degree of pain, one of his ribs must have been broken.
Inside the artificial lake, Zhu Changan had no idea what was happening outside. He was almost going crazy searching with his special powers.
He only knew the center of the formation was at the bottom of the lake, but with such a vast lake, finding it was impossible. If it were water, it would be fine; at least the water would be transparent, and he could see everything within a certain radius at a glance. But now the lake was filled with opaque paper, making the task of finding something ten times more difficult.
Just when he was getting extremely anxious, a gray hand suddenly appeared and tugged at his sleeve.
Zhu Changan was startled and turned around quickly. When he saw the man's appearance clearly, he almost screamed.
It was a gray ghost, just like the ones they had seen before, its figure was erratic, but this one was lighter in color, as if it would disappear in the next second.
The ghosts had clearly lost their ability to think, and even as array points, they were trapped and unable to leave those places. So where did this one come from? No, that wasn't the most important question. The key point was that it looked exactly like the strange one above.
Unlike it, the ghost had a peaceful expression, yet was filled with sadness. It wore a washed-out, patched school uniform, appearing extremely plain in its life. Perhaps due to the manner of its death, it was damp and dripping with water.
It bowed deeply to Zhu Changan, its lips moving constantly but unable to make a sound. Zhu Changan struggled to decipher its words before realizing they were "I'm sorry."
Suddenly, a guess exploded in his mind like a bolt from the blue.
"How is that possible... If you're the student from back then, then who's that up there? And who's the water ghost being manipulated like a puppet outside?" Zhu Changan gaped in disbelief at the ghost before him. The sheer volume of information was overwhelming, and his brain was practically shutting down.
The ghost couldn't answer, it could only slowly make a few mouth shapes: follow, me, come.
Zhu Changan looked at him, and suddenly felt a little choked up. He followed the ghost through the paper waves, and finally, the ghost led him to a small altar.
There was an emerald green brush stuck on the altar, which continuously emitted an ominous black aura.
When he got closer, Zhu Changan could clearly see that there were many runes engraved on the pen, and there was even a logo unique to the Supernatural Bureau at the end.
There is no doubt that this was once a magical weapon, and even came from the Supernatural Bureau.
Zhu Changan took a deep breath, wrapped his hands with his supernatural powers, and then reached out towards the brush.
The strange thing sensed something, and its entire face twisted. It immediately dropped the two of them and began to float towards the artificial lake.
Mo Xuanji and Shen Liuxue looked at each other and no longer held back their strength.
Mo Xuanji raised his hand, and a thin stream of green light shot towards Guiyi. Guiyi was in a hurry to leave and was not on guard. Mo Xuanji watched as the thin needle penetrated Guiyi's body and then exploded.
The strange creature was blown away, half of its body gone. But the shadow of the brush remained in its hand. It increased its speed of absorbing power, using the energy of those souls to reshape its body and restore it to its peak state.
Oh no, we must stop it!
Shen Liuxue had already drawn his sword and was chasing after him. Seeing this, Mo Xuanji raised his hand and condensed another fine needle. Perhaps due to the extreme compression, the cyan wind element was faintly mixed with a hint of aqua.
Isn't this color a bit off? A flicker of doubt flashed through his mind. Without time to dwell on it, he immediately aimed and unleashed a skill. However, the next second, the needle disintegrated uncontrollably.
It felt like someone had pushed him hard from behind. Mo Xuanji subconsciously lowered his head and discovered a black bone spur on his chest.
"Xuan Ji!" Shen Liuxue's anxious and frightened voice came into his ears.
Mo Xuanji felt a chill in his chest. After several seconds, a piercing pain shot through his left chest. He stumbled uncontrollably and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He had been careless; the bone dragon wasn't completely dead. A pitch-black bone spur sprouted from a fragment of the bone dragon, piercing Mo Xuanji's chest from behind while he was completely unprepared.
Seeing this, the strange creature showed a smug smile and quickly ran towards the artificial lake.
Shen Liuxue wanted to rush over to check on Mo Xuanji, but she also knew that she absolutely couldn't let Guiyi leave the battlefield now. If she let him succeed, not only would all their efforts be wasted, but even Zhu Changan would suffer.
"Liuxue...stop it." Blood continued to flow out of his mouth.
This was truly heart-wrenching. Mo Xuanji smiled bitterly. Every time he took a breath, he felt unspeakable pain, but it was also the pain that allowed him to barely stay awake.
He reached out and grasped the bone spur protruding from his chest, his palm stained red with blood. In a trance, Mo Xuanji's consciousness seemed to enter a mysterious state. With a slight thought, his blood suddenly ignited with a fiery red flame.
The white bones on the ground began to tremble continuously.
“This aura…”
The flames ignited everything around them. Amidst shrill screams, a black shadow emerged from the bone spurs, its face twisted in agony, its features blurred. Mo Xuanji's intuition told him that this was the puppet.
A second before the black shadow dissipated, Mo Xuanji saw it form a spell.
The bone spur dissipated along with the shadow, and without support, Mo Xuanji immediately fell to his knees. He looked at the blood on his hands, as if he was getting to know his body for the first time.
Feathers can ignite fire, so blood can also?
In his peripheral vision, he saw a faint blue light coming from his chest.
"What?"
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