Aransta did not accept Han Xiaodong's bounty, so if he kills Han Xiaodong here, he will immediately be disqualified from clearing the game and forcibly kicked out of the world.
Aransta thought about it more and more and felt that this seemed like a good idea, which would allow him to survive and also get rid of Han Xiaodong, this big scourge!
"Vellens, I was walking along just fine over there, but you had to drag me here. Fine, fine, since you've dragged me here, I'll play with you for a while!"
Aransta raised his right hand, and in an instant, the red and black scythe appeared in his hand!
"The Demon Scythe?"
Han Xiaodong was somewhat surprised. The strange entities randomly spawned in various worlds. In the previous world, Alansta being saved by the Strange Scythe could be considered a coincidence, but how could this be explained?
Why is the Deceptive Scythe in Aransta's hands?
Given the nature of human-creature interactions, this seems impossible, unless someone like Jiang Ran has signed a contract, but contracts are not so easy to obtain.
You should know that Jiang Ran obtained his contract through an SSS-level talent, so how could Alansta possibly have such a thing?
"Die, Velens!"
Aransta raised the scythe, and then... he just collapsed in the flower field!
"These scents are definitely problematic!"
Han Xiaodong covered his mouth and nose, but even doing so only provided slight relief and could not completely block out the fragrance of the flowers!
It seems impossible to stall for another minute or so...
Han Xiaodong entered the flower field after Alansta, but he will not last much longer than him. Now he must give up the idea of dragging Jiang Ran down with him as soon as possible and take another path!
His mind raced, trying to recall which ghost storytellers' talents he knew. He finally came up with one, but nothing happened when he tried to activate its power.
That guy is probably already dead somewhere in the world.
"Damn it..."
Han Xiaodong knelt on one knee, his lower limbs were weak and his head was dizzy, he might collapse here at any moment!
If I were to collapse here, I might never wake up again!
"Sorry, my buddy, I had no choice..."
Activate your ability! Reverse the Heavenly Gang!
Besides Jiang Ran and Aransta, there are only two other people who are still alive and whose names Han Xiaodong knows: his two teammates from the British Empire.
Because the world is extremely dangerous this time, and in the country where the sun never sets, all the high-ranking officials believe that Han Xiaodong is their country's next SSS-level figure, and his priority is the highest among the three!
So an official secretly told Han Xiaodong the names of the other two ghost storytellers' talents, saying that if he encountered an unavoidable and insurmountable danger, the last resort would be to have one of these two die in his place!
Sacrificing a pawn to save the king is a wise move, but also a move born of desperation.
When Lyle arrived at the flower field in a daze, he seemed to have already foreseen his fate.
He collapsed in the flower field and closed his eyes.
"I hope my death is meaningful. If you can't beat the game, then come down and join me."
In the live stream room, everyone was silent, because an SS-level ghost storyteller had so hastily given up his life in front of them.
They had just witnessed Lyle see through the illusion and outwit the bounty hunter. Just when everything was going well, he was driven to his death by the struggle between the other two.
"Damn you, Velens! You couldn't defeat Jiang Ran yourself, so you sent our Lyle to pay for it! You're the one who should die!"
"Brother upstairs, don't say that. From a broader perspective, it's not a loss to do this... although I am indeed very unhappy about it."
"Damn it! It's all Jiang Ran from the Dragon Kingdom's fault!"
"How exactly can we defeat Jiang Ran? Is there really anyone who can break through this suppression?"
Han Xiaodong, could that person be you?
"Cough cough!"
Han Xiaodong leaned against a tree with one hand, coughing violently. He shook his head sharply, forcing himself to regain his senses!
If he were a little thick-skinned, he could say that Lyle died indirectly at Jiang Ran's hands, but Han Xiaodong knew that Lyle died at his hands, and that was an undeniable fact that he would not deny.
There was no time for sadness, no time to think about anything else. Han Xiaodong's primary goal now was to clear the game, and his secondary goal was to kill Jiang Ran! As long as he accomplished either one, then Lyle's death would not have been meaningless!
"I won't let you sacrifice yourself in vain."
Han Xiaodong was pondering whether he should use his ability to deal with Jiang Ran again. This idea was dangerous because he had already lost three chances to use his ability, and his number of chances was already severely insufficient.
Furthermore, Han Xiaodong didn't know how many times Jiang Ran's ability to copy the past could be used. He might just use it himself and then Jiang Ran would use it again. To prevent this, he had to use this opportunity within 30 minutes!
"No, if we can't kill Jiang Ran this time, we'll have wasted another opportunity..."
Han Xiaodong covered his head, thinking back to when he only had a D-level talent. Every step he took was like walking on thin ice. He used everything around him and constantly schemed to get to where he is today. But it seems that after he acquired an SS-level talent, things have been too smooth for him.
He always said that Jiang Ran underestimated him, but thinking about it the other way around, hadn't he also underestimated Jiang Ran?
Han Xiaodong was indeed very confident. From the very beginning of entering the Abyss Cruise dungeon, he firmly believed that he could defeat Jiang Ran, and even now, this confidence has not disappeared.
A black line climbed up his arm.
"One of us has to stay here forever."
"Jiang Ran, I will be the one who has the last laugh."
"Hmm..."
Aransta seemed to have regained consciousness. He sat up, ran his fingers through his hair, and reached for the Soul Lamp, but grasped nothing.
"Damn it... the environmental traps are making it harder for my talents to be used effectively!"
If the source of the crisis were a strange creature, Aranstar would have sent it to its death with a single arrow!
But what does this mean now? I'm still alive?
Aransta opened his eyes, only to be completely dumbfounded.
He was lying on a soft, large bed, with a snow-white quilt covering his lower body. Aransta looked around in astonishment; the environment here was all too familiar to him!
A long, long time ago, before the world of ghost stories existed and before the profession of ghost storyteller existed, he and his brother lived in a small house like this. It wasn't until his brother became a ghost storyteller and became rich that the two of them moved into a big villa.
"Aransta, are you finally awake?"
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