Douluo: Many children and good fortune start from Poseidon

Chapter 21 Don't even think about getting out of me! Oh... You'll ask me to help you!

“This is not an illusion!”

"Absolutely not!"

Bibi Dong looked alert, looked around, and asked sternly, "Who are you?"

"Why is there a sound in my head?"

Her angry shout echoed throughout the hall.

Everything in all directions seemed to be stunned by her roar at this moment and fell into a brief silence.

however.

After the dead silence ended with her echo and everything was silent, that sinister voice once again rang out from her mind, "Do you want me to help you..."

"Who are you?"

Bibi Dong's heart trembled.

At this moment, she heard it clearly.

The voice seemed to come from the bottom of her heart, not from her ears at all.

But that voice did not answer her question. Instead, after she finished speaking, it fell silent again.

It was as if everything that happened before was just her illusion?
"Who are you?"

Bibi Dong released her mental power, not missing any clues, but still found nothing. She had no idea where the voice came from. Even when she checked herself, she didn't detect any problems.

This result did not make Bibi Dong feel relieved. Instead, her expression became even gloomier. "What a coward!"

"How dare you do this to me? Aren't you afraid of the Spirit Hall's revenge?"

Hearing this, the sinister voice sounded as if it had heard some kind of joke, and said with disdain, "Spirit Hall?"

"If it weren't for your violent aura attracting me, do you think you could hear me?"

Bibi Dong's expression changed, "I don't know what you are talking about!"

"Ha ha……"

The disdain in the sinister voice was even stronger, "Only those who have suffered injustice and are angry about the world can hear my voice."

"Because we are not tolerated by the world."

"In a way, we are the embodiment of ugliness to them."

"Do you want to change?"

The sinister voice carried a hint of temptation, "Do you want to make those who dare to target you pay the price?"

Bibi Dong's expression changed. She felt that the voice in her heart was like her confidant, who could understand everything she said and know what she was thinking.

but.

Reason told her that this was the devil's slander and she must not believe it!
"I do not know what you're talking about!"

Bibi Dong's expression changed again and again, and it became a little ugly. In the end, she gritted her teeth and reason overcame impulse, "I can't believe your slander!"

She felt that if she listened to the evil ghost's slander and released it, she would probably become the most evil ghost!

The sinister voice was not panicked at all. It just laughed and said, "Haha...it's only a matter of time!"

"you shut up!"

Bibi Dong shouted angrily, and the sinister voice suddenly stopped, as if it had never appeared in her mind.

In response, Bibi Dong just took a deep breath, her expression changing slightly.

At this time, a woman's voice sounded outside, "Rakshasa Messenger, in one hour you will be in the 88th Hell Killing Ground, be careful not to be late."

"I see!"

The sudden sound startled Bibi Dong. She then took a deep breath, suppressed the gloom in her heart, stood up and walked outside.

This time, the opponent she met was far stronger than any in the past. After all, anyone who could match her with 87 wins was at least quite capable.

After Bibi Dong finished the task, she returned to the house feeling a little tired, with blood still on her body.

She casually took out a dry towel from the storage soul guide and wiped the blood stains without taking a shower. Everything in the City of Slaughter might be poisoned. She didn't dare to touch anything except the Bloody Mary provided by the official website of the City of Slaughter.

Not too bad.

Although she was exiled to the City of Slaughter, she still carried a lot of food in her storage soul guide. The storage capacity was enough for her to survive for two and a half years.

This naturally attracted a lot of attention, and the result was that he became a cold corpse, which was then divided up by other crazy killers.

Bibi Dong thought that after this one, she would have to wait for several months for the next one. However, she never expected that early the next morning, she would hear the voice of the previous killing messenger, "Rakshasa messenger, your eighty-ninth duel will begin in an hour, please don't be absent!"

“So fast!??”

Bibi Dong was stunned and asked in confusion.

In response, the Killing Messenger simply said indifferently, "Please don't be absent, otherwise, the Terror Knight will enforce the rules!"

For any contestant who participates in the Killing Fields of Hell, there is only victory and death.

In other words, absence is equivalent to death.

"I see!"

Bibi Dong stood up.

She thought it was just a simple coincidence, but she never expected that the messenger of killing would come again the next afternoon!

But it's okay.

Although she was in poor condition and was fighting a desperate battle, she was also extremely strong and eventually won ninety consecutive victories!

however!
This seems to be just the beginning!
The third morning!
The third day afternoon!
Day 4 morning!
Day 4 afternoon!
Morning of the fifth day!
Day 5 afternoon!
"Why are they all lined up together?"

Bibi Dong's lips turned pale. Several days of high-intensity fighting had already exhausted her mental strength.

Each time she was matched with an opponent, she became stronger and stronger. If she had not possessed twin martial spirits, she would have probably exhausted all her strength and collapsed on the field.

At this moment, Bibi Dong has achieved a terrifying ninety-six-game winning streak!
As long as she completes four games, she can open the road to hell, and then pass through it to obtain the realm of the God of Death!

She thought that after these six consecutive victories, she would have a long period of free time to recuperate.

however.

She is still too naive!
The morning of the sixth day!
The Killing Envoy arrived as promised and said indifferently, "Rakshasa Envoy, your ninety-seventh Hell Killing Field has been successfully matched. Please arrive at the Hell Killing Field within an hour!"

"Damn it, how can this happen continuously!?"

Bibi Dong roared, "Do you want me to die here?"

In response, the Killing Envoy simply said indifferently, "You can choose not to continue the match after the game!"

After all, the matching is still autonomous, but if there is no match, then you will need to donate half a kilogram of blood per month.

These are the rules set by the King of Killing!

No matter what the situation is, as long as you do not participate in a hell killing field within a month, then half a pound of blood will be required!

As long as you have participated once, you can be exempted from blood donation for one month.

Of course, this blood does not need to be from the person himself, it can also be from someone else, it does not matter, as long as the required amount can be provided.

"Humph!"

Bibi Dong snorted coldly. She matched involuntarily. Who knew how long the next match would take?

What if she doesn't match after the end but waits until she has rested and recuperated before matching? Maybe the matching time can be extended to one or two years?
By then, wouldn't she be trapped in this city of killing, unable to get out?

Bibi Dong appeared again in the hell killing field. Her condition was very bad at the moment, only one third of her strength in her prime.

She thought she could handle this opponent, however, she never expected that the nine people would attack her from all sides as if they had a tacit understanding.

"Pfft!"

A sturdy woman kicked Bibi Dong in the back, and the attack was successful.

Bibi Dong screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood, then turned around suddenly, "Title Douluo!?"

She could clearly feel that the kick was filled with terrifying soul power. If she hadn't used her soul power to resist in time, the kick would have probably pierced her.

"What are you standing there for? Kill her first!"

The sturdy woman had a stern look on her face. She glanced at the other eight people and shouted harshly.

Hearing her words, the remaining eight people attacked together. Bibi Dong could only resist with difficulty. When she couldn't hold on any longer, the sturdy woman kicked her again, and she flew and fell to the ground.

"Cough cough..."

Bibi Dong spat out a mouthful of blood again, and supported herself on the ground with her hands. In her blurred vision, she saw a pair of sturdy thighs. "As strong as Xiaoqiang?"

"go to hell!"

The sturdy woman kicked Bibi Dong again, and the latter rolled several times and fell heavily to the ground.

"This place is really like hell..."

Bibi Dong's vision began to blur. She looked around and could only see a sea of ​​blood. The blood at the corners of her mouth had dried, and her lips were cracked and bloodless.

"You just found out..."

The sinister voice sounded again, "You want me to help you..."

"I, I don't want to use your power... ahem!"

"You still have a choice... hehe..."

"Well, it seems that there is no choice..."

Bibi Dong laughed miserably, her eyes slowly filled with gloom, but her body slowly relaxed, "I won't hold back anymore!"

"I do not know either!"

The sinister voice sounded again, "Let me out..."

"In that case, I'll believe you this time!"

Having said this, Bibi Dong relaxed her whole body, as if she had accepted everything as if she had resigned herself to her fate.

But the other nine people still did not dare to relax. After all, Bibi Dong in front of them was a woman with 96 consecutive victories. Who knows what other hidden tricks she might have!

Nine people surrounded Bibi Dong and stared at her intently.

"Kill her first."

The fierce woman's eyes were bloodthirsty. "I believe you will be very interested in her flesh and blood!"

The eyes of the other eight men also lit up, and in an instant, they rushed towards Bibi Dong, who was lying on the ground in front of them, like hungry wolves.

however!
Right now!

A cold black air suddenly burst out from Bibi Dong's body, and suddenly, it broke through the rushing men.

"what is that?"

Everyone's eyes fixed, and at this moment, a sinister laugh, as loud as fingernails scratching glass, exploded in everyone's ears!

"Hehehe. Hehehe. Hehehehe. Hahahaha. Hahahaha!"

The nine people who were besieging Bibi Dong retreated in unison, their eyes filled with horror. "What kind of trick is this?"

"I am free! Hahahaha!"

A strange laugh suddenly rang out from Bibi Dong's body. In an instant, she, who had been lying on the ground, was suspended in the air. A jet-black mist enveloped her.
"Someone is here to kill you!"

In the instant of this sinister laughter, cold purple knife lights radiated in all directions.

"not good!"

The nine people were horrified and wanted to retreat together.

however!
It's too late!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The cold knife light suddenly cut everything off. The nine figures had just taken a step back when they suddenly froze in place. The next moment, they all exploded as if they were cut into pieces by thousands of knives!

The bright red light instantly filled the entire venue, and all the audience shouted excitedly!
"Wonderful, wonderful!"

"Rakshasa Messenger! Rakshasa Messenger!"

A sinister sneer was heard from the black fog, "Like a blade of grass!"

The deafening cheers coming from all directions also made people look around in the inky black fog. The cold black fog seemed to be spreading in all directions.

It seems that it is still not satisfied and wants to defeat everything around it and become a dead soul under the knife.

"I won't let you do whatever you want!"

Bibi Dong suddenly shouted loudly, and her soul power suddenly increased at this moment. The black fog in all directions also stopped abruptly and dispersed at this moment.

"Don't even think about getting out of me!"

"Oh...you'll ask me to help you!"

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, but her face was still a little pale. The high mental exhaustion also made her a little dazed, and she almost couldn't stand.

And at this moment, a familiar woman's thigh appeared in her field of vision.

In addition to this messenger of killing, two rows of terrifying knights also came along!

"Congratulations, Rakshasa Envoy, for winning your ninety-seventh consecutive victory!"

The Slaughter Messenger said coldly, "The Slaughter King invites you!"

"what?"

Bibi Dong was startled, and then she forced herself to cheer up and looked up at the veiled messenger of killing. "I haven't won a hundred games in a row yet. Why?"

"You have no right to ask!"

The Killing Envoy sneered and said bluntly, "In your current state, do you think you can get out?"

"You can refuse my king's invitation!"

Bibi Dong's expression changed again and again.

indeed!

Her current condition was extremely bad. Not to mention walking out alive, even walking out alone would probably be difficult to do.

The consumption was not soul power, but her mental power.

After six consecutive days of high-intensity concentrated mental combat, her mental strength has been exhausted to the extreme.

Her expression changed for a while, but in the end, she nodded, "Okay, I'll go!"

If she fell into the hands of the King of Slaughter, at least he would be wary of her Spirit Hall background, but if she fell into the hands of these desperate criminals...

"go!"

The Slaughter Messenger grabbed Bibi Dong and turned around to walk towards the Slaughter Palace.

(End of this chapter)