special player

Chapter 218 The boy and the hemp rope

"Also, by the way, I want you to feel what it feels like to be stabbed in the back."

Li Le looked at Wu Haiwei with no emotion in his heart. The previous hatred had been resolved at this moment.

In other words, when he decided to use ghost fire to burn the members of the mysterious man organization until their bones and souls were gone, he no longer had any hatred in his heart.

However, the remaining people should be killed anyway. Who let this group of people be short-sighted and offend themselves.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. I lost, completely."

"But I'm not wrong. I just want to increase my strength before the terror comes and the supernatural erupts."

"This world has always been like this. I just lost to you. It's not wrong."

Wu Haiwei collapsed weakly on the ground, with only pain and unwillingness in his eyes. He closed his eyes silently, gritted his teeth, and waited for death in pain.

"What a man, let me give you a pleasure."

Li Le took out a pistol in his hand, pointed it at Wu Haiwei's head and fired several shots.

Wu Haiwei's head was as pulpy as a watermelon that fell to the ground, but the netherworld fire in his body was still burning, but it was burning much faster.

[Detect player 2983 is dead and whether to randomly pick up items or skills]

【whether】

Li Le chose Yes and waited for a while. The harvest was not very good. He only gained a wave of experience and [-] points.

It seems that Wu Haiwei is not very wealthy.

"Is there a possibility that if you don't kill so many players, but cooperate with each other, your strength may increase faster."

"When a supernatural incident breaks out, everyone can face it more calmly."

Li Le put away his gun and muttered to himself. He never quite understood why Chen Zhencheng and his group thought that to improve their strength, they had to rely on killing people, stealing goods, exchanging goods, and exchanging goods. Isn't it wrong?

If players throughout Daxia could exchange skills or equipment with each other, then everyone would have the opportunity to improve their strength.

This is the purpose of forming a player guild.

Li Le didn't know whether his idea was right or not, so he didn't want to think too much about it, let alone share it with others. He was afraid of others laughing at him.

Laugh at him for being too idealistic and whimsical.

After dealing with Wu Haiwei, Li Le raised his head and looked at the scene in front of him.

Liu Jianshu was hanging by a hemp rope. There was no movement anymore, and his body was shaking slightly.

Around him, there were thousands of corpses hanging in the same manner with hemp ropes.

From last night to now, this supernatural incident has caused thousands of deaths.

"Documentary."

Li Le took out a small recording device and pinned it on his chest and said.

This is a requirement in the newly signed agreement.

When players perform tasks and deal with supernatural events, they must record all information and transmit it back to the headquarters in real time, so that the headquarters can provide corresponding suggestions and accumulate experience.

Even if the player dies, when the next player encounters the same supernatural event, he can get more information and deal with it more calmly.

Of course, in order to take care of players, players can choose to actively turn off the recording equipment when it comes to their trump cards.

"The name of the supernatural event: The incident of the ghost hanging at the construction site."

"Description of the event: Within the construction site space, densely packed hemp ropes hang down. The hemp ropes will automatically lock on the tracking target and wrap around the target's neck until they are hanged."

"Incident level: A+."

"So far, we have learned about the characteristics of this supernatural incident: First, this supernatural incident has a limited scope and is limited to the construction site. The basis for inference is that the ghost let Liu Jianshu go last night, let him escape from the construction site, and publicized it , there is money all over the construction site, which attracts a large number of people to the construction site.”

“But I’m not sure whether its scope will be expanded as the ghost’s strength increases.”

"Two, hemp rope is afraid of flames, and there is a fear of flames."

"But not sure about fear of ordinary fire."

Li Le said, taking back the Nether Fire.

As the Netherworld Fire in his hand went out, the empty hemp rope that had been watching eagerly not far away, like a pack of wolves smelling blood, swarmed up and pounced on Li Le.

Li Le quickly retreated and took out a flamethrower from the Space Rubik's Cube.

A blazing flame spurted towards the hemp rope.

The flammable substance on the flames clung to the hemp rope and ignited it.

The hemp rope was sizzling and twisted wildly as it was burned, and thick black and smelly smoke floated into the air.

"Tests have determined that even ordinary flames can cause damage."

After that, Li Le took the flamethrower, adjusted the firepower to the maximum, and aimed it at the other hemp ropes hanging the corpses.

For a moment, the entire construction site was ablaze, the hemp ropes turned to ashes in the flames, and the hanging bodies fell to the ground.

The strange thing is that these corpses, like water bags, fell apart when they fell to the ground, and the foul-smelling black water burst out from them.

All the corpses had decayed into black water from the inside overnight, leaving only an outer layer of skin and flesh wrapping them.

Within a short time, the black water covered the entire construction site, and the stench was overwhelming.

The thick smoke from the burning hemp rope did not dissipate, but condensed in the air, blocking the sky and preventing sunlight from entering.

Black water on the ground and thick smoke in the air.

The entire construction site turned into a dark hell in an instant.

Li Le took a few steps back to avoid the flowing black water, frowning as he looked at the scene in front of him.

"The thick smoke and black water may contain highly toxic substances, and so far, the true identity of the ghost has not been seen."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Le's eyes were immediately attracted to one place.

I saw only a corner of the construction site, and the black water flowing on the ground began to slowly gather together, more and more.

A black water ball with a diameter of three meters was formed.

The water ball trembled, and then a very huge dark figure walked out of it.

The figure walked towards Li Le, and with its footsteps, the outline and face of the figure became clearer and clearer.

When the figure was only about five meters away from Li Le, Li Le finally saw that the person approaching was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

With a strange smile on his face, the young man looked at Li Le coldly.

Then the boy knelt on one knee, raised his hands above his head, and looked up to the sky, as if he was having some kind of sacred consciousness.

Above the sky, thick black smoke surged like boiling waves. After a few breaths, a hemp rope fell from the thick smoke.

Impartially, it just fell into the young man's hand.

This hemp rope is different from the previous hemp rope. It is darker and softer, like a soft ribbon.

The young man took the hemp rope with both hands and folded it in half, then stood up and laid it horizontally in front of him.

Li Le looked calm and kept staring at the young man. He felt a dangerous aura from the young man.

"Kickkick..."

The young man spoke with incomprehensible words, as if there were shards of glass stuck in his throat.

Li Le ignored it and also stretched out a hand. In his hand, the blue netherworld fire was burning quietly, releasing a terrifying aura.

The young man was not afraid, and even had a perverted smile on his face when he saw the Nether Fire.

I saw him wrapping the hemp rope around his neck, wrapping it twice, grabbing both ends of the hemp rope with both hands, and then pulling hard.

The next moment, Li Le felt as if his neck was being strangled with a rope, making him unable to breathe.

"Kakkakkak..." The boy's voice became louder and louder, his hands became harder and harder, and veins popped out on his hands.

The hemp rope kept tightening and became straight, as if it was about to strangle the boy's neck.