Chapter 1 The Heart of the Lake Isle

Lingzhong Realm, Heart of the Lake Isle.

Looking up, the sky was as black as ink, and the island's forests were filled with shadows as thick as a tangible substance.

At this moment, every treetop in the forest was hung with a small bell. These bells all emitted a faint silver light, like solitary lamps, illuminating the night and creating a bizarre painting.

"Heh... a result within expectations." The Bell Demon grinned as she walked up to Feng Bujue. "Now you should understand why that Taoist priest couldn't defeat me back then, right?"

Feng Bujue clutched the wound on his waist, kneeling on the ground and breathing heavily, "Ha... cough... You're right... this is indeed... a result within expectations." As he said this, he actually laughed, "I knew from the start that your strength was very high. A dharma artifact for exorcising evil like the Vajra Bell, falling into the hands of a demonic being like you, and being used against those who wielded it, is enough to show... cough..." He coughed up a large mouthful of blood, "You are no ordinary person."

The Bell Demon's appearance was no longer that of a little girl. Her body had become the same as an adult, but she was wrapped in black mist. From the shape of her figure and the sound of her voice, it could be known that she was female, her voice sounding like she was around thirty years old, and all other features were unknown.

"Hmph... since you knew all along, why did you instruct your companion to separate from you?" The Bell Demon laughed, " 'Run separately, delay as much time as possible,' that's what you said, right? You even shouted it in front of me."

"Was there anything wrong with my tactics?" Feng Bujue asked as he struggled to stand up from the ground.

At this time, Feng Bujue was already at the end of his rope. Earlier, he had used Death Poker in conjunction with Spiritual Consciousness Gathering to force the Bell Demon to prioritize dealing with him. Along the way, he fought and retreated, activating and deactivating skills, frequently switching equipment, making full use of items... and finally forced his way out of the encirclement of this "Myriad Bell Evil Array," even grinding down a lot of the Bell Demon's hit points.

But facing a Boss that he clearly couldn't defeat in a one-on-one fight, this series of actions came at a price. At this moment, all five of the survival value replenishment potions on Feng Bujue's body had been used up, and he didn't have a single Death Poker card left. Although his stamina value still had a third left, his survival value was only 26%, and his status bar also had a [Bleeding] effect.

It could be said that even if the Bell Demon didn't give him the final blow, Feng Bujue wouldn't be able to last a few minutes.

Of course, Feng Bujue still had a ***-500, but he didn't plan to use it, because he himself felt that there was a high probability that he would die in the current situation, and using it would probably be a waste.

"If you had been clear about my strength from the beginning, you should have joined forces with your companion to deal with me, then you would have had a chance of winning," the Bell Demon replied. "Hmph... but you let her run away separately from you, and you still wanted to delay time? Heh... did you think that on my territory, prolonging the battle would be beneficial to you?"

"I can't say it's beneficial," Feng Bujue replied calmly, "I just chose... a fighting method that can win against you one hundred percent."

The Bell Demon's figure paused slightly, "Oh? Let me guess... right now you want to say... you're carrying some kind of amazingly powerful explosive, that will explode as soon as you die, blasting me into nothing?"

"No," Feng Bujue said, "I just want to tell you, you're poisoned."

"Heh... is that the last joke you're going to make?" The Bell Demon sneered.

"The effect of this poison is very weak. Judging from your performance, whether it was at the moment of poisoning or after being poisoned, you didn't have any obvious feelings," Feng Bujue said, "If you were a traveler from another world like me, you would have noticed it with just a glance at the 'status bar,' but unfortunately, you're not."

"You're making it sound very convincing, but compared to this, I'd rather believe that you'll self-destruct," the Bell Demon replied with a smile, she obviously still didn't believe it.

"Your confidence has two bases. First, you think that as a spirit body, you should be immune to things like 'poison'; second, until this second, you still haven't figured out how I poisoned you." Feng Bujue directly revealed the other party's thoughts, and continued, "Since I already have victory in hand, I might as well tell you. First of all, I used this to poison you..."

As Feng Bujue spoke, he displayed the [Goblin Poison Gas Mask], "When I was tied to the wooden stake and talking to you, you were already poisoned. This is called 'poison attribute attack,' a unique method of us travelers from another world. You should also be clear that as long as our weapons aren't purely physical attacks, they can all be effective against spirit bodies like you." As he said this, he changed the facial equipment to hidden, "It's just like the submachine gun I used to shoot you before, those bullets had no effect on you, but the flames that were occasionally triggered could hurt you, right?"

In that instant, the bells on the surrounding trees began to shake, and some even fell from the trees. This was the best proof that their master had been shaken.

"You've been chasing me for too long, even if exercise doesn't accelerate the effect of the poison in your body, I think after this one hour and seven minutes (Feng Bujue still mentally calculated the time during the escape process)... even if it only costs you 1% of your hit points per minute, you'll only have 33% left, plus my attacks along the way..." Feng Bujue took a deep breath, "In short, even if I die, you won't have time to kill my teammates. That's why I said this is one hundred percent..."

"Enough," the Bell Demon interrupted him, "Those so-called 'statuses,' 'hit points,' 'attributes,' etc., have nothing to do with me." She said in a deep voice, "You just want to tell me that I'm about to be killed by you, right?"

"Correct," Feng Bujue said.

Suddenly, all the bells in the forest returned to silence, and the surroundings returned to a deathly stillness.

The black mist dissipated, and the Bell Demon revealed her true form. She was half a head taller than Feng Bujue, with the face of a European woman, her facial contours were distinct, and she was beautiful and moving. Her skin was light purple, she had no hair, and she had curled goat horns on both sides of her forehead. She had no clothes on her body, and from her chest to her abdomen, she had something similar to a fur coat, covering some sensitive parts that were not suitable to appear in the game, and her lower body was two smooth and slender legs, connected to huge, hairy hooves below the knees.

Feng Bujue shook his head and said earnestly, "Too vulgar, it's really outrageous, what is this? A fur brassiere? Why don't you grow hair all over your body, or just not grow any at all?" He complained about the system using a half-covered and half-exposed demon beauty to openly sell meat, while shamelessly keeping his eyes on the other party's towering breasts, staring at those two semi-circular spheres that were not covered by fur for a long time without blinking.

"Hmph... your companion is right, you really are an extremely narcissistic person." The Bell Demon had obviously been monitoring the two players and was clear about their conversation.

As she spoke, she had already arrived in front of Feng Bujue, looking down at him with condescending eyes, "Did you have to tell me all your plans before I die? If you said something else to delay me, I might have died without realizing it, and your life would have been saved." She suddenly reached out a hand, grabbed Feng Bujue's neck, and easily lifted him up, "And now, since I already know that I'm going to die soon... why not drag one more person to be buried with me?"

"Damn it..." Blood seeped from the corner of Feng Bujue's mouth, his face turned purple, but he still forcibly widened his eyes, his eyes continuing to stare at the Bell Demon's breasts at a forty-five-degree angle. Before his last survival value and integrity were completely lost, he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "It's really... covering... every inch..."

In that instant, a cold light flashed, and blood splattered. The hand that was掐住Feng Bujue's neck suddenly lost its strength.

Feng Bujue only felt a loosening in front of his throat, and then fell to the ground, his survival value stopping at 3%. And the Bell Demon in front of him had lost her head.

The woman's head with goat horns flew into the sky, drawing a parabola, and landed seven or eight meters away, and the countless bells in the forest suddenly disappeared after a few seconds.

The surrounding shadows began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sky gradually brightened. The golden sunlight at dusk penetrated the darkness like sharp blades and pierced straight into the forest, illuminating the island.

Before Feng Bujue could react to this series of changes, he saw the Bell Demon's headless corpse sway twice and fall towards the lying Jue-ge.

For a player with only 3% survival value, the probability of being crushed into white light and game over by an object weighing at least fifty kilograms is extremely high. Feng Bujue survived a great disaster, so how could he capsize in the gutter? He immediately rolled to the side and avoided the falling corpse. At the moment his survival value dropped below 2%, he stuffed another ***-500 into his mouth, healing the [Bleeding] state.

"Whoa... that was close..." Feng Bujue sat up and breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second, his eyes met Si Yu's contemptuous gaze.

"Damn it, covering every inch." Si Yu repeated Feng Bujue's "last words" in her unique cold tone.

"Hey, didn't I tell you to go your separate way?" Feng Bujue asked, "If you're following nearby... what if this Boss kills me when she has 30% of her hit points left, and quickly finds your location, wouldn't there be a possibility that we'll be wiped out?"

Si Yu seemed not to have heard him and continued to mutter, "She's almost one meter nine tall, and half human, half goat..."

Feng Bujue replied with some displeasure, "Are you mocking my heavy tastes? Or are you envious and jealous?"

"I'm just surprised how crazy a person has to be to make your kind of... reaction when they're about to die," Si Yu said with a light laugh.

"This is just a game, I'm not really going to be strangled to death." Feng Bujue spread out his hands and replied in a relaxed tone.

Si Yu stared at his face for a few seconds, hesitating to speak. In the end, she didn't say anything, only saying, "Perhaps."

After saying that, she slowly walked to his side, sat down with her knees hugged, and silently handed him two bottles of survival value replenishment potions.