The sound of footsteps was stiff, lacking the lightness of a living person, as if walking with locked knees.
By the time Zhang Yuanqing and the others heard the footsteps, they were already close to the door.
Suddenly, the owner of the footsteps seemed to have no intention of giving the people inside the room any time to react.
Wang Mingming is back?
Zhang Yuanqing felt a chill in his heart as adrenaline surged. Instinctively, he opened his inventory, preparing to take out an item to fight.
But in a flash of thought, he changed his mind, lowering his voice and giving a quick warning: "Get in bed!"
He quickly lunged towards the left bed, while silently maneuvering the Blood Rose to the upper bunk, lying down stiffly. Princess Yinyao and the Palace Master acted simultaneously, the former choosing the lower bunk on the right side, while the latter chose... Zhang Yuanqing's bed.
A red dress lightly floated into Zhang Yuanqing's arms, burrowing into him, her crystal-clear jade feet playfully hooking around his leg under the skirt.
A faint fragrance wafted into his nostrils, a mix of shampoo and the scent of a young woman. 'This is too seductive...' Zhang Yuanqing thought helplessly, while slowing his breathing, pretending to be asleep. Employee Handbook, Rule Thirteen states:
If you hear unusual noises in the dormitory at night, please lie in bed, pretend to sleep, ignore it, and never leave the bed.
In such a high-level rule-based item, Zhang Yuanqing believed that following the rules was safer than fighting.
No matter how powerful they are, could they be stronger than a Sovereign-level rule-based item?
The footsteps entered the room.
Thump, thump, thump... Stiff and heavy footsteps walked past the door and into the room.
Zhang Yuanqing kept his eyes closed, unable to see the owner of the footsteps, and daring not to peek through the perspective of his Spirit Servant. Judging from the feedback of the footsteps, he could imagine the height, weight, and walking posture of the person.
The person was over two meters tall, weighed over two hundred kilograms, and the heavy footsteps didn't sound like a living person, but like a cold, stiff corpse.
After entering the room, the footsteps didn't stop, but paced around.
Thump, thump, thump... It paced between the beds.
It knows there are people in the beds, it can see us... Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself.
Then, he heard the footsteps stop beside his bed.
Next, Zhang Yuanqing smelled a damp, rotten odor, like a rotten dead rat in the sewer.
He didn't need to look to know that the thing was looking at him, and it was very close.
Zhang Yuanqing slowed his breathing, staying still.
About three to five minutes later, the rotten odor receded, and the thump-thump footsteps sounded again, heading towards the door.
The heavy, stiff footsteps walked out of the door, then echoed in the corridor, until they disappeared completely.
The four people on the beds were all cunning, still not getting up, waiting for a long time. Palace Master Zhisha propped herself up on Zhang Yuanqing's chest, looked around, and said, "It's gone."
Only then did Zhang Yuanqing open his eyes, first looking around, then glancing at the door, and observing the window, confirming that there were no terrifying monsters, finally feeling relieved.
Successfully avoided a crisis.
In addition to the relief, a long-lost sense of excitement rose in his heart, the horror and fear of the Ling Tunnel returned.
"Let's leave quickly, it might come back. We've already obtained some of the rules, it's time to do business. Time is short." Zhang Yuanqing didn't forget the purpose of coming here tonight.
At this time, he realized that the Princess was lying on the bed and hadn't gotten up.
"Are you planning to sleep here until dawn?" Zhang Yuanqing said annoyedly.
Princess Yinyao slowly opened her eyes, holding up the small loudspeaker and speaking confidently: "Steady hand, what if it makes a surprise attack?"
So you're planning to use us as cannon fodder? The Princess is really cunning, both cunning and cowardly... Zhang Yuanqing twitched his lips. "You have a good grasp of modern vocabulary. Why don't you steady two hands, sleep here, and we'll come back for you after we're done."
Princess Yinyao pretended not to hear his sarcasm, silently got up, and played the role of a brainless Yin corpse.
The three of them, one
corpse jumped down the floor, and quickly moved away along a small path covered with shrubs, weeds and trees.
The moonlight was bright, the black room was quiet, and the notebook discarded on the ground turned pages automatically. On the blank pages, a line of text appeared: "The patrol went smoothly tonight... I'm very happy, because four new employees came to the dormitory building, two without heartbeats, two with heartbeats... It's been a long time since new employees came, I'm very lonely, I... will keep following them."
The little Fatty had never seen a Sovereign-level battle, and it was a Sovereign-level melee.
The golden sun rose round after round, then was extinguished, then rose again, over and over again.
The street cracked with fissures, tall buildings teetered in the cracks, and a six-meter-tall stone giant crawled out of the cracks, smashing Yin corpses one after another.
Thick roots rose from the ground, tentacles-like, rampant in the sky, crushing stone giants one by one.
A mysterious man in a black robe stood on a distant high-rise building, holding a long sword polished from ink carbon, with an oily luster, like a commander of ten thousand troops, directing a steady stream of Yin creatures to charge.
During this time, there were also four flying swords flying horizontally and vertically, whistling like electricity, and strange, piercing, mind-tearing screams from time to time.
Fu Qingyang, dressed in white and wearing a gorgeous cloak, stood proudly. Countless Yin corpses rushed to kill him, but none could get within ten meters of him.
Outside the ten-meter range, corpses were piled up layer upon layer, but inside the ten-meter range, it was clean.
Elder Hongying's body radiated golden light, her hands formed seals, and rounds of miniature suns floated from the top of her head. The golden light shone everywhere, and evil Yin creatures quickly evolved.
The Sovereign on both sides fought from afar, with dazzling skills emerging one after another.
There was no close combat throughout the process, only skill exchanges. The scene was more like gods fighting, and close combat seemed to be the way of commoners, not on the stage.
On the street, at the entrance of a milk tea shop, the little Fatty sat cross-legged on the ground, watching the battle with trepidation.
Beside him were Yin Ji, Xia Shu, Hua Yu, Gao Shan Liu Shui... a total of six Saints.
The seven sat cross-legged, forming a circle, with a palm-sized clay Earth God statue in the center.
"Is...is this item useful? Can it block a Sovereign-level attack? What if we are targeted by a Sovereign?" The little Fatty's face was pale, and his tongue was tied.
The official Saints remained silent, ignoring this evil profession.
"I can understand why I came in, after all, I'm the bait. But why are you guys so reckless? Is a Sovereign-level battle something we can participate in without paying the price?"
Seeing that no one responded, Yin Ji, who was soft-hearted, thought for a while and said softly:
"Don't worry, this item can block the Sovereign's attack, at least three times. That's enough time for the Elders to rescue us. We're here to deal with Chunyang Zhangjiao, but he doesn't seem to be here..."
"He may also be hiding, waiting for an opportunity to attack us." Xia Shu Zhi Lian's voice was like ice colliding.
Before we lure out the enemy, we might be killed by the Sovereign first... the little Fatty thought.
Although he was complaining, he was happy to have someone trembling with him.
What he needed most, what he lacked most, was a sense of security. That's why he needed the Boss.
"Looking at them exchanging blows, it seems like they won't be able to decide a winner any time soon." The little Fatty, who lacked a sense of security, searched for a topic.
Hua Yu frowned her delicate eyebrows and said impatiently: "You talk too much nonsense. If it weren't for the Void Sect's agreement with the official, I would have sent you back to The Way of the Extraordinary."
Orderly professions have never had a good look at evil professions, even if this Fatty seemed relatively gentle.
"You're just worried about angering the Elders of the Southern Faction, that's why you don't dare to kill me." The little Fatty corrected.
"..."
At this moment, Yin Ji frowned and said, "Observe carefully, how long has it been since the Southern Faction's Elders cast a mental strike?"
"It's been two minutes..." The little Fatty's round face suddenly became heavy: "It's been two minutes. Before, they would launch a mental strike every ten seconds."
Xia
Shu Zhi Lian and the others felt a chill in their hearts.
Liang Chen Ze Zhu Er Shi is still alive, and the possibility of the Southern Faction Elders turning against them is unlikely. The only truth is that the two Elders of the Southern Faction have been attacked.
Currently, the Elders of Night Rose who have been dispatched include the Great Protector, who manipulates the Yin creature army, and the Spring God (the professional name of the Sovereign-level Wood Demon).
With just two Sovereigns, how could they be a match for the official and the Southern Faction?
Since Night Rose wants to profit at others’ expense, they must have gathered enough manpower. Therefore, the Southern Faction Elders may be entangled by enemy Sovereigns lurking in the dark.
Given the elusive nature of the Heart Demon, the fact that they haven't been able to shake off the enemy immediately indicates that the opponent is extremely difficult to deal with. After such a long stalemate, Night Rose began to fight back. The moment this thought appeared in the Saints' minds, they saw Fu Qingyang suddenly raise the Jade Dragon Sword in his hand, making a blocking gesture.
"Bang!"
The sharp sound was ear-piercing, and sparks flew.
Fu Qingyang suddenly slid back, and the expensive handmade leather shoes cracked with a "gala" sound. The brand-new white suit tore open with strips in the Qi.
A burly and tall figure manifested in the position where Fu Qingyang had just stood.
This person was 1.9 meters tall, with eight arms, and his body was covered with twisted and strange runes. His muscles were like cast iron, without an inch of fat. The most successful bodybuilder in the world would be ashamed in front of him.
The eight arms held knives, guns, swords, halberds, rings, and sticks! He had a shiny bald head, with rough and resolute features, and silver rings on his earlobes, wings of his nose, and lips.
Silver Moon Heavenly King!!
Not only the Saints, but also the faces of Elder Hongying and Elder Gaofeng changed slightly.
Although the Silver Moon Heavenly King was only at the initial Sovereign stage, he was a freak blessed by Asura. As early as the Saint peak, he could exchange a few moves with the Sovereign, and he was a peak profession. Such a person cannot be treated as an early-stage Sovereign.
No one knows how powerful he is now.
After repelling Fu Qingyang, the Silver Moon Heavenly King, being a melee profession, immediately attacked, with eight weapons coming from all directions, as fast as thunder and as fast as afterimages.
Even though Fu Qingyang had Clairvoyance, he only had one sword. Soon, he was covered in wounds, with bloody and blurred injuries.
He had a cold expression, blocking the attacks with his sword while slowly retreating, and summoning four flying swords to attack the Silver Moon Heavenly King from behind and from the side.
For a time, the flying swords wandered around the eight-armed strong man. Every attempt to attack was easily knocked away, causing sparks to fly.
The Silver Moon Heavenly King laughed wildly while attacking:
"Eh, Fu Qingyang, why have you become weaker? Oh, I forgot, the Artificer doesn't have much bonus to melee combat. What about your Skill Approaching the Tao? Hurry up and use it, let me see if I can block it."
His expression was twisted by belligerence and excitement, and he laughed non-stop.
Anger was not the Silver Moon Heavenly King's mental attribute, but belligerence was.
Elder Hongying and Elder Gaofeng immediately took action to assist Fu Qingyang.
The Scout was the most outstanding melee profession at the Saint stage, but at the Sovereign stage, it developed towards the "commander" direction.
The Sovereign stage of the Bewitching Demon is called the Ancient Warlord, continuing to delve into combat capabilities.
In terms of single combat, the Artificer cannot be the opponent of the Ancient Warlord.
In addition, although Fu Qingyang's Skill Approaching the Tao is a rule, the rule is "must hit", not "must kill".
At the Sovereign stage, it is difficult to make a final decision like at the Saint stage, and it is no longer unstoppable.
On the other side, the Great Protector, wrapped in a black robe and holding a carbon sword, flew in the wind, followed by Yin Qi like a tsunami and a raging wave.
It was time for him to take action.
"No need to help!" Fu Qingyang's cold voice interrupted the two Elders who were preparing to assist.
Even though he was retreating steadily, even though his proud melee ability was suppressed by the Ancient Warlord, his expression remained cold and calm.
This man never seemed to have violent emotional fluctuations, except when he scolded Yuan Shi Tian Zun for needing to knock on the door before entering.
At a certain moment, Fu Qingyang struck back with a straight chop, repelling the Silver Moon Heavenly King. The eight-armed strong man retreated repeatedly.
The tiger's mouths of the two hands that blocked the chop cracked.
He was stunned.
Fu Qingyang's seemingly casual sword contained a power that even he could not resist.
"Chih!"
After repelling the Silver Moon Heavenly King, Fu Qingyang inserted the Jade Dragon Sword into the ground, standing in front of him.
Then, he raised his hand and grabbed into the void. Only the loud sound of "Dong" was heard, and a half-person-high bronze box fell heavily.
The lid of the bronze box was engraved with the majestic White Tiger, and the four sides of the box were carved with ferocious beasts such as Zhu Yan and Yazi.
Fu Qingyang kicked open the lid of the box. With a "clang", the lid opened, and shadows jumped out of the bronze box. They were cast in bronze, were 1.6 meters tall, held bronze swords from the Warring States period, and had fierce and uniform facial features, a total of one hundred of them.
Fu Qingyang stretched out his arms, palms down, and his ten fingers moved flexibly, like a skilled puppeteer.
The hundred bronze terracotta warriors turned their heads in unison, their fierce and empty eyes staring coldly at the Silver Moon Heavenly King.
"Terracotta Soldier Storage Box?" The Silver Moon Heavenly King grinned, his left and right biceps bulged and cracked, and two bloody heads emerged, two heads identical to the Silver Moon Heavenly King arrogantly said, "What can you do to me?"
The three-headed, eight-armed Ancient Warlord was not afraid of group battles. The final fate of these terracotta warriors was inevitable shattering.
"Didn't you want to experience my strike?" Fu Qingyang opened his mouth, the cloak behind him fluttered with a slap, and he opened the enhancement of the Court Swordsman cloak. The hundred bronze seemed to be infused with infinite power. They slowly raised the bronze sword. At this moment, a huge sense of crisis came from all directions, crushing the Silver Moon Heavenly King.
In his perception, each sword contained inescapable rules, and each sword was filled with sword energy capable of cutting gold and jade.
The terrifying sword energy even stung the two Elders and Saints.
One hundred...Skill Approaching the Tao swords?!
He might be able to withstand Fu Qingyang's one Skill Approaching the Tao, but could he withstand one hundred times?
A huge sense of crisis exploded in the Silver Moon Heavenly King's heart, every nerve and every cell was roaring madly, telling him to run for his life.
But he couldn't escape.
He was locked on by one hundred Skill Approaching the Tao swords.
"I didn't fight back just now, I wanted to see what level your strength has reached after you were promoted to Sovereign." Fu Qingyang said in a tone of commenting on the younger generation: "You are lacking in all aspects, work hard next time." He gently pressed down with both palms: "Chop!"
The next moment, one hundred bronze swords fell at the same time. One hundred sword energies overwhelmed the Silver Moon Heavenly King.
"Pitter-patter..."
The newly promoted Heavenly King was dismembered on the spot, with broken pieces of meat and internal organs falling to the ground, splashing a desolate red. Fu Qingyang lowered his eyes and looked coldly at the pile of minced meat, and said indifferently:
"I haven't used my full strength yet, and you've fallen down." Elder Hongying and Elder Gaofeng were stunned on the spot.
The Great Protector, who was riding the wind, made an emergency stop in the air.
The Saints sitting cross-legged on the spot were all dumbfounded and lost their souls.
The scene was silent.
......
The Zoo.
Zhang Yuanqing led the Palace Master and the Princess back to the fork in the road.
At this time, the scattered clods of soil on the ground were almost dry. About twenty minutes had passed since entering the zoo.
Even if Elder Gou hadn't arrived at the meat dumpling market, he was almost there. If he hadn't reacted, realized that this was a ruse, and returned immediately, then Zhang Yuanqing only had twenty minutes.
What's more, there was a female marshal who could return at any time. Terror Heavenly King couldn't delay the marshal for long. According to Freedom Madman, the female marshal's physical output was among the best in the Demigod level.
Fighting the marshal relied on a thick blood bar. Zhang Yuanqing was a little anxious and said quickly: "I've observed the scale of the park. The core area won't be too big. It won't be too difficult to find the camphor tree that imprisons the Magic Eye."
"But there are many routes!" Princess Yinyao held the small loudspeaker: "Different routes
lead to different dangers. Hopefully, the route taken by the Camphor Tree Spirit is one of the rules we've seen in the Employee Handbook."
"How can we be so lucky?" Zhang Yuanqing said helplessly. Suddenly, he thought of the "Lucky Necklace" in the inventory. In this kind of place that relies on gambling and luck, the Lucky Necklace might have a miraculous effect.
Zhang Yuanqing immediately took out the necklace and put it on, saying: "This is a good thing, it can make the goddess of luck fall in love with me."
"Then I'll kill her." The Palace Master said.
"Bah, bah, bah, children's words are not to be taken seriously..." Zhang Yuanqing spat.
The two people and two corpses strode along the wide cement road, chasing after the traces of broken soil and mud. Before long, a road sign appeared in front of everyone.
[Dodder Garden]
Employee Handbook Rule Six instantly flashed through their minds:
"When passing through the Dodder Garden, try to pass through quickly. If you see someone calling, never look back."
Zhang Yuanqing said happily: "The necklace has taken effect."
The dangers in the zoo are scattered across nine routes. The danger on a single route won't be too great. Maybe after passing through the Dodder Garden, they'll see the Magic Eye.
Without exchanging words, the two people and two corpses ran.
A dozen seconds later, Zhang Yuanqing smelled a strange fragrance.
The moonlight was hazy, and a field of flowers appeared in front of them, with white thread-like flowers dotted among the green, undulating slightly in the night wind.
Can't look...He silently withdrew his gaze and quickened his pace.
The Employee Handbook clearly stated "pass through quickly" and "do not look back". He was worried that if he looked at it a few more times, he would trigger something terrible.
The Dodder Garden was not large, with a diameter of about 200 meters. For them, they could pass this distance with their eyes closed...
But at this moment, fog suddenly rose around them.
The thick fog came from nowhere, instantly becoming a white expanse, as thin as gauze and as light as dust.
The road ahead disappeared.
Employee Handbook Rule Five - If you encounter thick fog, please stay where you are, do not move, do not speak, and wait for the fog to dissipate.
Zhang Yuanqing suddenly stopped, and his heart sank to the bottom.