Spiritual Walker

Dance? Ou Xiangrong was stunned, and his mind couldn't turn around for a while.

 This supernatural prop actually invited him to dance.

 Ou Xiangrong sneered. Of course he couldn't dance with the enemy's dancing shoes during the battle. He immediately bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue towards the white gleaming edge of the knife.

 As an experienced spiritual walker with an evil profession, he has fought against the Night Walker God many times and knows the skill characteristics of this profession.

 Supernatural props are famous for their spookiness. Ou Xiangrong was once entangled with a supernatural prop for several days, which was very difficult to deal with.

 But the shortcoming is also obvious, that is, the actual lethality is slightly insufficient.

 In addition, supernatural props are generally afraid of things with strong yang energy. Props like this that are suspected of harboring resentful spirits can be suppressed with a mouthful of blood from the tip of the tongue.

 Not a big problem.

 The red dancing shoes fell off together and waited for a few seconds. Seeing that the human in front of him was unwilling to dance with him, he seemed to be angry. A dark red light appeared on the shoes, and with a rapid "ta-da" sound, he rushed towards Ou Xiangrong.

 Ou Xiangrong stood still and waited for the red dancing shoes to approach. When it jumped towards the front of the car to attack him, he calmly swung the willow blade, trying to inflict heavy damage on the resentful spirit living in the shoes.

 However, when the blade slashed through the dancing shoes, it did not feel like it had hit a real object. This pair of strange red dancing shoes seemed to be in another time and space and did not exist in reality.

 "Bang bang!"

 The next moment, Ou Xiangrong was kicked hard on the chest and face.

 He felt the pain that Zhang Yuanqing felt just now, so much that his heart stopped beating and it was difficult to breathe. At the same time, his face was in burning pain and warm liquid flowed from his nose.

 This, this is not a prop for the Night Travel God profession... Ou Xiangrong looked stunned and confused, and said in confusion:

 "Void?"

 The characteristics of this prop look a bit like a foreign profession. How could a level 1 night wandering god possess props from a foreign profession?

 Before Ou Xiangrong had time to think about it, in Ou Xiangrong's sight, the strange pair of dancing shoes turned around and stepped forward again.

 He didn't bother to wipe the nosebleed, and put his arms across his chest. With two bangs, the bewitching demon was kicked and rolled off the roof of the car.

 Ou Xiangrong jumped forward, sprinted, rolled, or used vehicles to avoid. He moved around in the spacious underground garage, avoiding most of the trampling of the red shoes.

 But unfortunately he was still stepped on several times, and every time he was stepped on, he suffered severe pain. The injuries from last night's fierce battle broke out, and blood oozed from his organs.

 So, so strong... The useless master Zhang Yuanqing watched the battle between the red shoes and was stunned.

 He once again became deeply aware of the horror of regular props.

 Its pursuit cannot be destroyed or interrupted, and the target can only passively endure its pursuit unless its rules are broken, which is to dance.

 But this is unrealistic. Even if Ou Xiangrong gives in to the red shoes and dances tap dancing with shame, he will intervene and make his dance go wrong.

 And if the dance steps are wrong, everything is in vain.

 However, Zhang Yuanqing also had a clear understanding of the power of the bewitching demon. With the force of the red dancing shoes, Ou Xiangrong was able to withstand it.

 The physical body is terrifyingly strong.

 "Ou Xiangrong will not wait for death stupidly. When he realizes that he can only be beaten passively and cannot fight back, he will definitely choose to escape..."

 Zhang Yuanqing had a clear mind. He had to make a sneak attack before the opponent escaped.

 You don't want to kill the enemy, but you must hold back the murderer.

 Bang bang!

 Ou Xiangrong failed to dodge again and was kicked in the face by red shoes. The kick made him stagger back. His vision went dark and he was dizzy.

 Chance!

 Zhang Yuanqing sprang out like a cheetah. He grabbed the magic pestle and ran wildly, running in an arc-shaped parabola and going around behind Ou Xiangrong.

 He fiercely thrust the Demon-Conquering Pestle towards his back.

 "Buzz!"

 Suddenly, a dense fog-like white light blocked the triangular spikes of the Demon-Fighting Pestle.

 This power comes from the bronze waist badge that Ou Xiangrong holds tightly in his left hand. It is an ancient waist badge that is full of cracks and blood stains. It looks like the belongings of a veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time.

 This is Zhao Yingjun's defensive prop.

 "Defense props?"

 Zhang Yuanqing, who failed in the sneak attack, was shocked. He made a wrong step and walked quickly around Ou Xiangrong. The demon pestle in his hand struck the wall of white light again and again, creating ripple-like halos.

 This time, with the cover of red dancing shoes, he was not "instantly killed" by this bewitching demon, and narrowly avoided several blades and punches.

 Click!

 Finally, under the high-frequency strikes of the Demon-Conquering Pestle and the Red Dance Shoes, the bronze waist badge shattered into pieces, and the white light dissipated into light flakes.

 At this time, Zhang Yuanqing's night tour time was over and his body emerged.

 Ou Xiangrong seemed to be waiting for this moment, scarlet appeared in his eyes, and twisted and evil runes appeared.

 Bewitch!

 There was a bang in Zhang Yuanqing's head, and he lost his ability to think, as if he had forgotten that he was in a battle. At the same time, a voice echoed in his mind:

 Put down your weapons and don't resist. Put down your weapons and don't resist...

 Ou Xiangrong laughed ferociously and drew the willow blade at the young Night Walker's neck.

 He would rather withstand the attack of the terrifying pair of dancing shoes than use this defensive item. The purpose was to wait for the Night Walker to take the initiative to attack.

 This prop from the scout profession has already been half damaged. If it were used in advance, it would be completely damaged after it can resist the dancing shoes for a moment at most.

 He simply endured it and deliberately used a flaw to lure the other party to take the initiative.

 As he expected, the young night wanderer lacked experience and could not control his temper, so he was fooled.

 However, just before the blade crossed the young Night Walker's neck, Ou Xiangrong saw the other person's body suddenly collapse, and the willow blade swept against the scalp, cutting off a few hairs.

 The pair of red dancing shoes that were chasing him fiercely appeared on the feet of the night wandering god at some point, and forced him to make a horse movement to avoid his own throat slit.

 At the same time, Ye Youshen, who was supposed to be bewitched, had a bright golden light in his eyes, and instantly got rid of his confused state. He flicked his legs and slammed himself into Ou Xiangrong.

 Ou Xiangrong didn't expect this to be the case at all. He didn't expect that a mere level 1 night wandering god could get rid of his own spell.

 At this time, he still maintained the posture of swinging the sword, unable to withdraw his strength, and could only watch the brass pestle stabbing his chest.

 "puff!"

 The flesh and blood were torn apart, and a brilliant golden light erupted from the tip of the demon-subduing pestle, burning out all the life in the chest.

 Ou Xiangrong's vision went dark, and he almost fainted from the pain, but after all, he was a bewitching demon who had experienced hundreds of battles. His potential exploded when he was about to die. He pulled back his right arm and dragged the willow blade towards the throat of the Night Walker God.

 At the same time, he tightened his left arm muscles, flicked his elbow joint, and turned his left fist into a powerful spear that stabbed the enemy's shoulder.

 Zhang Yuanqing raised his head fiercely to avoid the sharp blade that cut his throat. He was immediately hit by Ou Xiangrong's punch on the shoulder and flew out like a sandbag.

 Bang!

 Zhang Yuanqing crashed into a commercial vehicle. The window was full of cracks. Before he hit the ground, his falling body was erased inch by inch and disappeared from Ou Xiangrong's field of vision.

 He once again entered the state of night wandering.

 Ou Xiangrong didn't look at him, and staggered towards Xu Yingying.

 His heart has been destroyed, and the only thing that can save him now is the essence and blood of living people. He needs to kill people to enter a violent state.

 Then he rushed out of the underground garage and bloodbathed the campus. He used the bloodthirsty characteristics of the bewitching demon to repair his injuries and reverse life and death.

 But if this happens, his moral value will definitely fall below 60, he will be wanted by the spirit realm, and will be surrounded and killed by all the spirit realm walkers in the city, but he can't care about that much now.

 "Da da da..."

 Two dark red glimmers of light appeared out of thin air, turning into a pair of brand new red dancing shoes, intercepting Ou Xiangrong.

 To Ou Xiangrong at this time, the sound of footsteps was simply a death knell, the sigh of death, and the pronouncement of the King of Hell.

 "Bang bang!"

 Ou Xiangrong's face was trampled and his face was bloody and bloody. He tilted his head and fell uncontrollably, but at the last moment, Ou Xiangrong threw out the willow blade in his hand.

 The sharp weapon with a total length of forty centimeters turned into a silver light and shot towards Xu Yingying in the distance.

 Ou Xiangrong stared at the blade.

 bite!

 Suddenly, sparks spattered, and the willow blade was knocked away by a brass pestle sticking out of the void. A figure stood out next to Xu Yingying.

 It was Zhang Yuanqing.

 Seeing this scene, the hope in Ou Xiangrong's eyes turned into despair and unwillingness.

 At this time, the red dancing shoes fell from the sky and trampled on his face, flattening the bridge of his nose, cracking his lips, and causing two of his eyes to pop out.

 Ou Xiangrong's hands and feet convulsed several times, and he completely lost his life.

 Zhang Yuanqing sat down next to Xu Yingying and exhaled a long breath, as if he was exhausted.

 Anger was boiling in his chest at the moment, and his hands and feet were trembling.

 This is not fear, but the excitement caused by the surge of adrenaline. When a person is in danger and urgently needs to save himself, adrenaline will be secreted crazily. In this state, people will kill in the true sense without blinking an eye.

 Commonly known as the top!

 The battle plan was successful.

 Before fighting this battle, he had already thought clearly that the only thing that needed to be avoided was the opponent's bewitching skills, so he had already sacrificed the Demonic Pestle before deciding to attack in a sneak attack.

 One of the functions of the magic pestle is purification.

 The second form of the red dancing shoes is what allows him to fight close to home, and it really helps him avoid fatal throat-cutting attacks.

 Mark, bewitchment, rage, close combat... He had clearly calculated all of Ou Xiangrong's abilities and targeted them. If he still couldn't win, Zhang Yuanqing felt there was no need to mess around.

 After breathing for a few minutes, Zhang Yuanqing calmed down his turbulent emotions and heard the spiritual realm prompt sound in his ears:

 [Ding, you killed a level 3 bewitching demon, gained 30 moral points, 15 reputation points, and opened the reputation. ]

 Zhang Yuanqing was stunned and quickly opened the character attribute panel and found that there was an extra column for reputation.

 prestige? Will killing a spirit walker from the enemy camp reward you with reputation? As an old gamer, he was no stranger to reputation, but he didn't know what the use of reputation was in the spiritual world.

 Zhang Yuanqing thought for a while, decided to ignore it for now, and went back to the official forum to check.

 Compared with the reputation of the spiritual realm reward, he cares more about the loot in reality.

 He stood up and walked to Ou Xiangrong's body, kicked his eyeballs to the bottom of the car, and then dragged the body into the shadows in the corner.

 After searching carefully on the body, a mobile phone and a wallet were found.

 The mobile phone was an old-fashioned machine that could only make calls. The wallet was bulging. When I opened it, I found a stack of hundred-dollar bills and a fake ID card inside.

 Zhang Yuanqing counted carefully, "As a wanted criminal, I only have more than 1,500 yuan with me. Is this ridiculous..."

 Confiscated! He took out the money and stuffed it into his pocket.

 Then, he walked far away and picked up the sharp willow blade.

 The moment he touched the weapon, a message appeared in his field of vision:

 [Name: Bloodthirsty Blade]

 [Type: Weapon]

 [Function: Bleeding, bloodthirsty, armor-piercing]

 [Introduction: A certain powerful bewitching demon fed this knife with its own essence and blood. Over time, it became extremely bloodthirsty. Its blade can cut through hard steel, and the wounds it cuts are difficult to heal. It absorbs the essence and blood of its prey and feeds it back to its owner, making it stronger. ]

 [Note: A knife owned by an owner who doesn't want to use it is not a good knife. ]

 "This knife looks very awesome. If I had let it kill Xu Yingying just now, Ou Xiangrong would have received weapons in return... Fortunately, I kept an eye on it and stayed by Xu Yingying's side."

 Zhang Yuanqing ran back to Ou Xiangrong's body, took off the scabbard from his waist, equipped it on himself, and then inserted the "bloodthirsty blade" into the scabbard.

 This knife is still an ownerless thing. It is very simple to let it recognize its owner. Just put it in the inventory.

 But Zhang Yuanqing doesn't want to accept it yet, because the [Remarks] in the item information makes people a little panicked.

 The Bloodthirsty Blade should be a cost item, and the line of remarks is the cost of using it.

 Based on the introduction of this knife, Zhang Yuanqing can probably guess the price of this knife. There are only two kinds. One, whoever gets this knife will be cursed and eventually die miserably.

 Second, this knife requires its owner to feed it regularly with essence and blood. This is the most likely.

 Feeding essence and blood again, a magic pestle has already made me anemic. If I add this bloodthirsty blade, how can I live my life?

 At this time, Zhang Yuanqing saw the red dancing shoes "clack-dap-dap" walking towards him, falling together, and a message emerged:

 [Would you like to dance with me? If so, please stay put. ]

 Only then did he remember that he had not yet taken the prop back to his inventory. He was about to refuse and take the prop back when he suddenly received a notification sound from the spiritual realm in his mind:

 [Note that you need to dance once each time you use this prop. If you refuse, the red dancing shoes will no longer appreciate you and will hunt you down. ]

 Zhang Yuanqing opened his mouth a little bit in surprise. This was the first time he used the red dancing shoes in real life after conquering them. He didn't expect that he would have to pay such a price to use this regular prop.

 Will I kill you if you don't dance with me? This is too boring... Zhang Yuanqing stood up with a smile on his face, "I am extremely happy."

 Soon, a crisp sound of kicking sounded in the empty and quiet parking garage.

 This time Zhang Yuanqing did not arouse his old illness, but relied on his extraordinary physique to complete a dance, but his steps frequently made mistakes.

 Fortunately, as the owner, he was not attacked by the red shoes.

 After dancing, he stepped back with his right foot in the red dance shoe, stood on tiptoes, and curtsied.

 As soon as he put the red dancing shoes back into his inventory, his ears twitched slightly and he heard rapid footsteps coming from the steep slope.

 Following the sound, he saw Li Dongze leading Guan Ya and seven or eight strangers to the spiritual realm, rushing into the underground garage.

 Some of them were armed with guns, some with knives, some with cats... They were fully armed.

 Fortunately, fortunately, the dance has been finished... Zhang Yuanqing was extremely happy.