Chapter 83 Ximen Wuhen Dies Again
Chapter 83 Ximen Wuhen Dies Again
System prompt: You are dead.
Ximen Wuhen looked at his blood-red self, the big word "death" and his own dead body on the screen, and his whole body was shaking.
Impossible! This can't be true!
Hehehe, how can this be true, how can I die? Hehehe, ahhhh!
The neurotic laughter quickly turned into a hysterical roar.
"I don't accept it! How could I die? How could I die!" Ximen Wuhen screamed madly at the computer, his eyes turning blood red in an instant.
If you dare to kill me, you won’t be able to live!
He took out his cell phone and started dialing, but he was so excited that he made several wrong calls.
Finally dialed.
"Hey, is this Falling Sky?"
"Fallen Angel, I've said it so many times, it's Fallen Angel."
"Okay, okay, Fallen Angel, help me kill someone for five million!"
"Hey, five million, are you so rich? Who has offended you?"
"The moon is hidden in the wind, the night is falling, I want to become an immortal, and there are still a few stragglers, kill them all for me, they are all trumpets."
"No problem, transfer the money.
Ximen Wuhen's heart was bleeding. He had saved up these millions by blocking so many small accounts.
But what’s the point of keeping the money if the person is gone, so I just transferred it over directly.
"Brother Ximen, why are you so generous all of a sudden? And why don't you do it yourself?"
"I was killed by those bitches."
"You're dead? Are you really dead?" Fallen Angel's voice contained a hint of gloating, but Ximen Wuhen was completely immersed in the fear and despair of impending death and did not hear it.
He said angrily: "Nonsense, if I were alive, I would let you make this money."
"Is that so? Then why are you still so persistent now that the person is dead? As the saying goes, revenge will never end. Why don't you just forget it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Hahahaha, what else could it mean? I won't pretend with you. I'll take the money, but I won't kill you. After all, killing a piece of trash like you is also getting rid of harm to the people!
You know that you will become a red-named person if you kill someone, right? Only bad guys like you don’t care. We are people of status, how can we go to the Novice Village to kill small accounts?
I tolerated you in the past because you made money for me, but now that you are no longer useful, why should I tolerate you? Consider this five million as my psychological compensation. Bye."
"Fuck your mother! Zhuitian, you dare to steal my money, you——"
"Hahahaha, why wouldn't I steal the money of someone like you? Don't worry, when you die, I'll burn paper for you. Also, my name is Fallen Angel! Fallen Angel! You idiot, you can't even recognize all the characters and yet you dare to scold me. You deserve a good death."
Beep-beep-beep-beep!
There was only a series of silent sounds on the other end of the line.
Ximen Wuhen almost vomited blood. He clenched his hands and the phone exploded. This time he was really finished. Both the person and the money were gone.
His mind was in a mess for a moment, and he had no way to release the murderous intent in his heart. He rushed to the wall and pulled out two knives from the weapon rack on the wall.
He walked out with the knife in hand.
Want me dead! I won't die so easily. Even if I have to die, I'll take a few people with me!
Ximen Wuhen rushed out of the community, and pedestrians avoided him when they saw his appearance.
Ximen Wuhen's eyes were red with anger at this point, and he was not willing to deal with anyone. However, perhaps it was because things would eventually turn into the opposite, and looking at the crowd of people around him who were talking about something, his mind became clearer.
He had no idea where Zhuitian lived, let alone who the people who killed him were from.
How about just chop a few to vent your anger?
As I was hesitating, a voice suddenly came from behind me.
"Hey man, that thing in your hand is a controlled knife, you know that."
"Who cares——" He turned around suddenly and was about to chop with a knife, but the moment he turned around he was suddenly stunned.
The man in front of me was wearing a black windbreaker, sunglasses, and his hands were in his pockets.
"It's you!"
Looking at the man in black in front of him, Ximen Wuhen immediately recognized him. He was the one who forced him to sign the Player Management Act. He remembered that he seemed to be very important.
However, he didn't care about these at this moment.
"You've come at the right time. I'll ask you to be buried with me today." He suddenly clamped the sheaths of the two swords under his ribs, pulled hard, and the two swords came out of the sheath at the same time, and turned his body.
Spinning knife dance!
He had never felt so determined before. His two swords swirled and slashed out like a whirlwind. The sharp blades were like a bright moon.
Breakthrough, sudden enlightenment, at that moment he felt that his swordsmanship was so superb that it even completely broke through the limits of the past.
Then—bang!—a gunshot rang out.
The two swords lost their power instantly.
It fell from his hands with a clang.
Ximen Wuhen looked at the black muzzle of the gun under the other party's windbreaker in disbelief. He lowered his head and saw a bloody hole on his chest.
In an instant, he lost all his strength and fell to the ground with a thud.
Before losing consciousness, one last thought flashed through his mind.
No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you can’t stop bullets.
Several black-clad soldiers holding submachine guns surrounded him and kicked the weapons out of his hands.
The man in the black windbreaker walked up slowly and searched Ximen Wuhen carefully. Soon a black card was pulled out of his pocket.
He looked at Ximen Wuhen lying on the ground with contempt.
Idiot, thinking that you can do whatever you want just by knowing some basic martial arts skills.
He waved to his men behind him, "Okay, the activation code has been recovered, we can clear the area."
There was the sound of sirens in the distance...
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"Brother Feng, do you think Ximen Wuhen is dead?"
"Probably not yet. Under normal circumstances, it would take at least a few hours for him to die."
"If you died in the game, what would you do with your last moments?"
"Probably sit down and watch the sunset for the last time - bah, bah, bah, I won't die. I am a professional master, a master - and a professional. With my strength, the monsters that can kill me in the game have not yet appeared." Xiao Jie said this, but he couldn't help feeling a little touched in his heart.
What would you do?
It was really unexpected for a moment.
He didn't think that he could really stay out of trouble. Anything could happen in the game. If he was really unlucky, it was possible that he would go out and meet someone in a bad mood who would kill him with a crazy knife.
But that's just how the world is, isn't it? Even in reality, don't unlucky people die for no apparent reason every day?
If that’s the case, then what’s the difference between this and fighting hard in a game?
At least here he has the opportunity to gain power, and if he has enough power, he can control his own destiny.
He never wanted to have an experience like the one he had this morning, where he was on the brink of life and death, again.
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. Are you ready?"
"Ready!"
I wanted to become an immortal, bringing my newly bought hunting dog and following Xiao Jie to the village gate.
Although the battle during the day was dangerous, it was also a kind of training and growth.
With this experience of PK with high-level players, the two have a better understanding of the combat in this game.
Some things cannot be obtained by leveling up through killing monsters on a normal day.
Only when you have walked on the brink of life and death can you truly understand.
At the same time, this incident also made Xiao Jie more eager to become stronger. Although defeating the strong with the weak sounds very cool, he no longer wants to face this kind of risk. Who knows when he will fail.
Who would be willing to fight to the death when they can use the strong to defeat the weak?
It’s better to upgrade quickly, at least to level 10, to acquire the core skills of the profession.
Xiao Jie didn't plan to continue fighting the bandits. The bandits' fighting power was still relatively strong, and it would be easy to fail if too many of them were attracted.
I walked in the forest this morning, but I didn't find any trace of the corpse driver. Instead, I encountered many soulless zombies. In that case, I might as well kill the soulless zombies to level up. They are very easy to kill.
(End of this chapter)