I Managed to Ditch My Single Status in a Survival Game - Chapter 107

Du Heng raised his eyebrows, he didn’t expect this guy to call himself that, and he was not ridiculing at all.

Ying Sheng was a little annoyed by being stared at, turned around and shouted back: “Asshole, talk!”

Well, it is more natural. Du Heng looked up and saw the “Australian Eye” hanging high in the sky.

“The dialect group is not among these people, but I can see everything happening here. I suspect that he is hiding in that sphere.”

Ying Sheng looked at it, just to meet the scarlet pupil, and couldn’t help frowning: “What a disgusting eye.”

Du Heng: “Did you listen carefully when Wu dialect spoke just now. Where is the sound source?”

Ying Sheng recalled, it seemed that it was indeed sent from the upper position. He twisted his wrist and pulled the bones of his arm. The bat then draws an arc in the air.

“Anyway, just smash that broken eye.”

Du Heng nodded slightly: “Leave the main attack to you, and I will cover it.”

Ying Sheng hummed softly and lowered his upper body: “Go on.”

When the words fell, he rushed out.

Several vines grew in the front, intertwined into a dense wall. On the vine, there are several flower buds, which slowly spread out, and pollen floats out.

This kind of pollen can make people fall into a deep sleep. Ying Sheng covered his mouth and nose with one hand, threw the ring into the air, and swung out a bat.

In an instant, the vine wall exploded to pieces. The broken petals fell to the ground and were stepped on by one foot.

Suddenly, a huge rock appeared in front of him. This time not only the front, but also the front, back, left, and right were blocked. Ying Sheng looked up and wanted to jump out directly, but saw another rock wall falling above his head, and countless spikes appeared on the wall.

The tip of the thorn was shining, extremely sharp.

Hearing a “bang” sound, the rock wall collided with the stones on all sides and merged tightly into one.

“It’s done!”

The players hadn’t been happy for too long before they saw the rock wall covering the top suddenly shattered. The blasting brought strong winds, blowing away the broken stones, and violently attacking the people around.

At the same time, a black shadow jumped out of the surrounding rock. Using the stone as the pedal, he jumped high, and the bat swung towards the “eye of the gods” hanging in the air.

Seeing that he was about to hit, Ying Sheng’s body suddenly stopped, as if being controlled by someone.

I realized that at some point, my limbs were wrapped in almost transparent metal wires. Looking down, one person sat a puppet on his shoulder, his fingers moving flexibly.

Ying Sheng was torn off suddenly, and when he was about to fall to the ground, the wire on his body was suddenly cut off.

The puppet man found that his abilities had been disobedient, and showed a horrified expression: “What’s going on.”

Ying Sheng turned back in the air, stepped on the ground steadily with his feet, and popped out like springs, rushing towards the puppet man.

Solve one.

“It’s too annoying.” Ying Sheng glanced at the players who were constantly gathering, and shouted at Du Heng not far away, “Stop them!”

“I have already observed the abilities of each player.” Du Heng raised his hands, “Don’t worry, it will definitely be invalidated this time.”

Ying Sheng didn’t say much, raised his bat, and rushed into the crowd again.

As Du Heng said, this time most of the players’ abilities are under control. A small number of guys who took physical attacks were easily avoided by Ying Sheng.

He stepped on the shoulder of the fierce man carrying a sledgehammer, and leaped toward the “eye of the Australian” again.

This time, there was no more blocking.

The bat accurately hits the pupil of the “Australian Eye”, and the crack spreads around it like a spider web with this as the center.

The “Australian Eye” swung down abruptly, stopped turning, and stayed still in mid-air.

Ying Sheng fell to the ground and was about to attack again, but saw the players around him quickly move away from him.

Du Heng sensed something was wrong: “Stay back!”

In an instant, countless black needles pierced down like a black rain.

Although Ying Sheng leaped back in time, his attack range was too large, and he was still a step slower.

Du Heng is controlling the players’ abilities. Upon seeing this, he had to free a hand to face the falling black needle.

But at this time, another part of the players pointed the finger at Du Heng.

A circle of flames quickly surrounded Du Heng and gathered inward.

“brother!”

Seeing this, Du Yixin quickly rushed to the guy displaying the flame and knocked it to the ground, but he also fell down with him.

Someone grabbed the poisonous blade and stabbed him. He was about to roll on the spot, but his waist and abdomen couldn’t use it.

Seeing that the blade dripping with purple liquid was about to pierce the eyeball, the man was kicked away and slammed into the wall ten meters away.

The wall cracked and shattered into a human form.

Ying Sheng pulled up Du Yixin: “Hide away.”

The situation on Du Heng’s side also stabilized: “Xiaoxin, go outside.”

Du Yixin glanced back, the door was behind him.

Although I don’t really want to watch from the sidelines, I can’t do much right now, so I can only do so.

He ran to the door. During the period, someone got entangled, but Ying Sheng quickly solved it.

After Du Yixin left, Ying Sheng looked at the “eye of the Austrian God”. Since a large string of black needles were blasted just now, the thing hasn’t moved anymore.

It seems to have to do it again.

This time, instead of rushing to the star hanging in the sky, he rushed to the wall. After jumping on the wall, he stepped on his feet, jumped up with strength, and pounced on the “eye of the mystery”.

Ying Sheng stretched his hands forward, firmly clinging to the position of his “eyelids”, his body hanging in the air. Then he pushed his body hard with his arms, climbed up like this, and stood firmly above the “eye of the mystery.”

He is now at the highest point of the black tower, almost touching the sky. Looking down from here, you can see the scenery outside the castle.

The white jade stairs are lined up, connecting the town downwards.

The houses surrounded the castle from all sides, forming arcs.

Ying Sheng only glanced, then squatted down, putting his hands on the “eyes of the Ao Shen”.

After a short while, the vibration of piercing the cloud and cracking stone sounded again.

The “eye of the Austrian God” seemed to be cut open with a knife, and the crack spread to both sides from where Ying Cheng was standing.

Then with a “bang”, half of the body fell down, and the internal scenery was unobstructed.

Dialect Wu sat on the throne in the center, with his hands folded on his knees, his face panicked.

He looked down at the people under his feet: “I…”

But Ying Sheng didn’t give him a chance to be long-winded, so he jumped straight down. With the head facing the dialect group, the bat was raised high-“bang” hit the head.

Like breaking a watermelon, red and white liquid splashed around and sprayed onto the white throne.

Half of his head in dialect was gone, and his body softened. Ying Sheng kicked and kicked the uncooled body directly.

Du Yixin stood outside the door, watching the corpse fall heavily to the ground, his limbs twisted into strange shapes.

Is it solved?

After all the hard work, he finally got rid of this hateful guy, but he felt that something was wrong.

It’s too quiet.

Seeing the leader’s death, the players behaved very stupidly, as if…

His gaze shifted to Mengli. The girl’s body is still lying in its original position, and the blood has not yet dried up.

It’s like a dead person, very insignificant.

At this time, Du Yixin heard a chuckle. The voice was barely audible, but because he was so close to him, he still heard it.

Du Yixin’s heartbeat missed a beat, and he looked into the air quickly: “Yes!”

Even before the name was finished, the huge star suddenly closed, shutting the person inside.

Du Heng furrowed his brows and looked at the surrounding players.

Dialect Wu is not dead yet.

At this moment, there were several rumblings in the air. Every time it shakes, it almost shakes down the “Australian Eye”, but in the end it still hangs firmly in the air.

Then, several black needles pierced from the “eye of the gods”, making this irregular sphere full of spikes, like a hedgehog.

Then, the black thorn slowly retracted, the “Arctic God’s Eye” slowly opened again, and a black shadow fell from it.

“Ying Sheng!”

When Du Yixin saw this, he wanted to go, but he was caught by someone’s stretched leg, and he staggered and fell to the ground. Before he could get up, his hands were imprisoned behind him, and his neck was crossed with two blades on the left and right.

He struggled, his eyes still on the fallen youth.

There were several big holes in Ying Sheng’s body, dripping with blood. The blood ran through the arm and around the fingertips. The color was not even red, but was stained black by the venom.

Spikes, venom, throws.

Under several consecutive fatal attacks, no one can survive.

It’s the same again.

Du Yixin’s forehead was against the cold ground, only feeling weak.

why. He didn’t want to see anyone dead again.

All reached this point, and still failed to defeat the dialect Wu.

What should I do?

Even if you try it again, what else can be done.

Who can tell him.

A man stood beside him. Du Yixin looked up and saw a plain face.

Then, that face suddenly began to deform, gradually becoming something familiar to Du Yixin.

This guy has been hiding in the crowd, who is the man who has been talking to them, stand-in?

Dialect Wu didn’t even look at the person at his feet. He cast his gaze to Du Heng, with a full smile on his face: “It’s a pretty good expression, I’ve been looking forward to it for a long time.”

Du Heng was also stunned by this sudden turn.

Ying Sheng died and his younger brother was arrested. The culprit stood in front of him unscathed.

Now he is the only one left, and the hope of winning is very slim.

Du Heng withdrew his emotions. In short, the most urgent task is to rescue the younger brother.

He cast his light on the surrounding players surrounding him, thinking about how to act.

“Your brother,” Dialect Wu said suddenly, “Although it’s useless, it’s pretty good to be a hostage, isn’t it.”

He stepped on Du Yixin and grinds the soles of his shoes: “I advise you not to act rashly. Otherwise, I don’t know what to do to your brother.”

“…”

“Why, do you still pretend not to care?” Dialect Wu kicked Du Yixin’s head again.

The blades on both sides of the neck were close at hand, and the skin was cut with a slight movement.

Du Heng couldn’t help blurting out: “Stop!”

Dialect Wu moved his feet away so that he could look at him for a while.

Du Heng: “What do you want me to do.”

“Kneel.” Dialect Wu smiled, “Then crawled up to me like a dog.”

“…” Du Heng cast his gaze to the ground.

“Can’t you understand it? I still want to watch your brother die now.”

Du Heng clenched his fists and slowly bends his knees.

“Brother, stop!”

Before the words fell, his head was severely stepped on again, pressing his chin to the ground to prevent him from making a sound.

Du Yixin glared at the man beside him, who showed a disgusting look of expectation.

He endured the pain in his jaw and screamed slurredly: “Brother! Even if you do this, he will kill me. Later, he will kill you too!”

Du Heng had a physical meal. Of course he understands this truth, but he can’t just watch his brother being killed.

What’s more, since Dialect Wu wants him to learn how to crawl, then he crawls over and slaughters the guy after getting close.

This is a plan without any consideration at all, and can only fight to the death.

Dialect Wu gave Du Yixin a bored look: “It’s really noisy, take his tongue out.”

Du Yixin stared at him firmly: “Coward, only dare to hide behind others and let people be your substitute for the dead.”

Dialect Wu’s eyes were full of gloom: “Little devil, I still want to say something clearly. There are many ways to die, or do you want to die in pain?”

Du Yixin’s voice sank: “I will choose my own way of death.”

Du Heng felt something like: “Wait, Xiaoxin—”

“Sorry, brother.” Du Yixin closed his eyes, “I didn’t protect myself.”

When the words fell, he slammed into the blade standing beside his neck. The blade plunged deeply into the throat, and blood spilled out instantly.

Rao was also surprised by the dialect, Du Heng had already rushed over with such a dazed effort.

“kill him!”

Dialect Wu shouted back, and the players immediately gathered.

Du Yixin’s vision dimmed inch by inch, and in the blur, only the figure of his old brother was hidden in the crowd.

He slowly closed his eyes.

[Host death]

[The remaining number of times the skill can be used: 0 times]

[Successfully triggered hidden skills: equivalent exchange]

[Exchangeable parts: “head”, “lower/body”]

【Please choose the exchange part】

[The equivalent exchange ability is activated, depriving the host of the “sub/body”]

[Archive query…]

[Host has been archived]

[Skills: reading files. Back to the last archive point, the remaining parts that can be exchanged equivalently: head]

Lines of words floated through his mind, and Du Yixin just came back to his senses, and felt that his body would not be obedient, and he fell down.

The head and body seemed to be cut away. Except for the head, no other parts can move.

When the two standing in front saw Du Yixin suddenly fall, their expressions changed.

Du Heng reached out to catch his younger brother, but he felt like he was holding a corpse, extremely heavy. He immediately reacted: “Side effects?”

Upon hearing this, Ying Sheng suddenly pinched Mengli’s thin neck and slammed into the back wall: “Is there a fraud here?”

The girl’s back hurt because of hitting her back. She grabbed the young man’s wrist and couldn’t help coughing.

“Ying Sheng,” Du Heng stopped, “let go first and ask clearly.”

“Anything else to ask, he is so ghostly.”

Du Heng sighed: “You must first know what fraud is inside.”

“…” Ying Sheng released his hand.

Mengli fell to the ground, and several strangles appeared on his white neck. Covered his hands, coughing constantly.

She lifted her eyelids, with tears in her eyes: “My wife and I are inside, and there may be other companions. I only know these…”

Du Heng looked at the girl’s face and didn’t seem to be lying. I’m afraid there is an ambush inside, and I won’t tell my subordinates at will.

“Let me do it.” The younger brother’s voice came from his arms.

“Xiaoxin, how do you feel.”

“I’m fine.” Du Yixin pulled the corner of his mouth. “It’s just that I can’t move.”

Du Heng frowned.

“Sorry, brother. Can you help me there, I have something to ask her.”

Du Yixin was brought to Mengli.

He already knew what would happen inside. Now I just need to make further confirmation and sort out my thoughts by the way.

He looked at the girl’s white face: “Specifically, where is the dialect Wu in it.”

Mengli glanced at Ying Sheng in fear, and replied: “I don’t know, I can’t see where he is, I can only hear the voice.”

“Every time you come over, you see something.”

“It’s very big inside, you can see the sky, and the’eye of the occult’ is spinning overhead. Below…” She paused slightly, “It’s a projection screen that monitors the player.”

“nobody else?”

Mengli shook his head: “Unless special circumstances, the adults will not arrange for their subordinates to accompany you.”

Du Yixin looked at her.

If she hadn’t lied, that guy in Dialect Wu usually hides in the “eyes of the gods” and looks down at all living beings like a “god”.

The cowardly “god”.

But this time, because they suddenly broke in, the opponent recalled the scattered players, and let the dead ghost sit in the “eye of the gods”.

They heard voices from the sky before, and it was Wu Rang who replaced themselves with the dead ghost in the dialect. So there is no more dialogue, just to divert their attention.

That surrogate ghost is probably the guy who was originally stationed on the second floor with the ability to “transform”.

Originally, the dungeon owner could not use any skills in his own dungeon.

This is no exception to the dialect.

Before the old brother suddenly got into trouble, Dialect Wu panicked back and let his hands level off. It was obvious that this guy was just an ordinary person with no hands.

All his previous performances have borrowed the abilities of his subordinates.

The reason why those players are so loyal can be seen from Mengli’s sudden death that they have been controlled by Black Needle a long time ago.

At present, the true body of the dialect Wu has been determined, and a quick battle must be made.

Moreover, this may be the last chance.

Even if there is a “head” to exchange, but by then, he can’t speak or move, even if he wants to send a message, he can’t do it.

After clearing his thoughts, he raised his head: “Listen to me.”

To prevent Wu from eavesdropping in the dialect, Ying Sheng fainted Mengli.

Du Yixin quickly recounted what happened inside, described the appearance of the dialect team, and told that “The Eye of the Occult God” was just a cover. Cannot approach easily, and will spit out black needles.

He speaks quickly, but the more he speaks later, the more disturbed he becomes.

How many times has this been “reading”? Every time I feel that the winner is in hand, the dialect Wu always has a back move.

What should I do if I kill that guy this time and find that there are still traps.

There is no chance.

He tried his best to tell every detail that he could recall, and he became more and more excited.

Suddenly, the lips were lightly covered.

Ying Sheng covered his mouth and lowered his eyes: “Stop talking.”

Du Heng furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes filled with worry: “Xiaoxin, do you know what you are talking about later.”

Du Yixin was taken aback for a moment.

What…what are you talking about?

He recovered. Speaking of the back, it’s all worrisome nonsense. It seems that every player in it is a clone of the dialect group.

“I’m sorry.” Now that I am in this state, it will distract them even more.

Du Yixin’s fighting spirit: “There are only those. No problem, that guy is Dialect Wu himself.”

“You stay here.” Du Heng touched his brother’s head, “Don’t worry, leave it to us.”

Ying Sheng stood up in silence, walked to the closed seventh door, and threw out his weapon.

Seeing that he was ready, Du Heng stood up and said, “I will take you out immediately.”

Seeing the two people going away, Du Yixin’s eyelids twitched, and he couldn’t help but say: “Brother, Ying Sheng!”

The two stopped.

“…Be careful about everything.” Du Yixin’s tone was extremely heavy. “Please, don’t die.”

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