[Martial Arts] Infinite Chamber Game

Wen Xue'an couldn't help but get angry, because his skills not only work on humans, but also on ghosts and monsters. Once his halo of the Holy Mother is activated, won't he be able to pass the level easily?

It’s all Hu Fei’s fault. He ruined his good fortune!

Is it easy for him to use a skill once?

He was angry, but Hu Fei was even angrier than him! He knew what the effect of that crappy skill was. A soldier could be killed but not humiliated. Hu Fei would rather die in the level than act like a slave!

Thinking about how he risked his life to save someone, but the other person was not grateful and wanted to be his father? Thinking about all the evil deeds this person had done in the past, Hu Fei was a generous and heroic person who hated evil. If he couldn't kill this person, it would be fine. But if he didn't teach him a lesson, he would wake up in the middle of the night in anger from now on!

The steel knife flashed a silver light and went straight to Wen Xue'an's waist, and he struck out with a palm, which complemented the knife skills and brought with it the continuous internal force. It was different from his usual fights, and it was clear from just two moves that he was serious.

Wen Xue'an did not dare to be careless, and quickly urged his internal energy to deflect his palm and narrowly avoided the blade. His eyes became fierce, and the nineteen magic needles of the nine heavens and nine earths were hidden in his sleeves. Just as he was about to activate the magic needles, he was surprised when a ghostly figure flashed by his side and blew away his plan like a flowing cloud.

"Hua Manlou?" Wen Xue'an said coldly, "You're going to stand on his side too?"

Hua Manlou stood between the two men, holding Hu Fei's knife tightly with two fingers, and using his other hand to perform Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeves, carefully guarding against the hidden weapon that might be suddenly shot out from Wen Xue'an's sleeve.

He smiled bitterly: "This is a life-and-death situation. It's just a few words. What's so worthwhile about it?"

Hu Fei said angrily: "He was the first to have bad intentions! If I don't teach him a lesson, I'm afraid he will cause trouble again. It's better to cripple him and avoid his conspiracy!"

Wen Xuean said, "When did I have bad intentions? When that meatball hit me just now, I risked my life to protect you. Don't be ungrateful!"

"You did that to perform a skill!"

"So what if I use my skills? Isn't it just to help you pass the level smoothly?"

Hu Fei sneered: "Based on your character, if you really use your skills, I don't know how you will humiliate us. If you don't do good deeds on weekdays, don't blame others for being on guard against you everywhere now!"

Wen Xue'an seemed to have been poked in a sore spot. His chest rose and fell violently. His face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it. His teeth were clattering. "Nonsense! You are talking nonsense! I have always been likable and often risked my life to save my friends. You can't get along with me, but instead of looking for the reason in yourself, you find fault with me?"

Seeing that the two were about to fight, Li Mochou could no longer bear it and said sternly: "Have you quarreled enough? Don't you see where you are in this internal strife?"

Wen Xue'an stared at Li Mochou, looking her up and down for several times, his eyes were not very kind. Li Mochou hated this kind of gaze the most in her life, and was so angry that she was ready to kill him, but unexpectedly, before she could strike, a handful of needles as fine as rain shot towards her face! Hua Manlou had been paying attention, but the magic needle was, after all, a great hidden weapon in the power gang in the past. How could he easily resist its power?

The rain of needles from the sky pierced through Liu Yun's flying sleeves like lightning. Fortunately, Hu Fei was prepared and grabbed them with his long arms and pulled the hem of his clothes, forming an absolute defense. Otherwise, even if Hua Manlou and Li Mochou were lucky enough not to die, they would have been seriously injured.

This was like stirring up a hornet's nest. Li Mochou had a bad temper and naturally would not let Wen Xue'an go. Hu Fei wanted to beat him up in the first place, and the two of them joined forces to beat up Little Snowball. Even though Hua Manlou wanted to stop them, he was forced to respond.

There was chaos in the tea room.

The smell of blood gradually spread in the chaos.

Three people were fighting in a group, and only Jing Wuming sat steadily on the sofa. He seemed not to see the fight between his teammates, and was only focused on the candle on the coffee table.

The candlelight was bright yellow and flickering, but as the quarrels and fights between teammates became more and more intense, the flickering light subtly changed.

The flame was gradually turning into a faint green color, and slowly, even the green color faded, and the small fire almost became grayish white.

If you look closely at the barely noticeable crack in the door, you will find that something even darker seems to be flowing in through the pitch-black gap.

Jing Wuming's eyes were dead, but not blind, so when the black water-like substance flowed in, he suddenly threw the candle that seemed to be about to go out over there!

If he guessed correctly, these black things should be afraid of fire.

boom!
Gray flames exploded at the door, and the scorching heat wave instantly swept through the entire tea room, forcing those who were fighting to stop for a while.

"what happened?!"

Jing Wuming stared at the blazing ash fire. His eyes seemed to be on fire as well. He screamed, "Run!"

Where can I run to? The castle is completely sealed off. I can't get out after midnight, not even by jumping out of the window.

Although the flame at the door is colorless, the temperature is extremely high. Hu Fei's skill is to be immune to all attacks, but he cannot isolate the temperature. If he goes to the door, he will be burned to death!
The temperature of the flames was still rising. Although the wooden door looked safe and sound, the metal decoration on the door was melting.

Sharp cries began to be heard in the house, as if foreshadowing their future fate.

Wen Xuean stared at Jing Wuming with bloodshot eyes: "Why are you so mean?"

Hu Fei sighed: "I never thought that we would end up burning to death here."

Li Mochou had already grabbed Jing Wuming, and she pulled out a dagger from somewhere and put it on Jing Wuming's neck: "Switch us back!"

Jing Wuming still looked very calm. He gently brushed away the dagger and suddenly asked Li Mochou a question that she had never dreamed of.

"What's the ending?"

"what?"

"The ending between him and me." Li Mochou was stunned at first, but after she understood what he was talking about, her mind buzzed and she took a deep breath. If she hadn't had a trace of rationality left, she would have poked a dozen holes in Jing Wuming's body with a dagger!
"The ending is that he retires from society, and you and I love each other till old age. We have two babies in three years, a bunch in five years, and eight babies in a row, all of them are outstanding, right?! Please let us go back soon!"

Seeing the fire had already burned in, the air in the tea room was getting less and less. Li Mochou was almost going crazy with anxiety, but Jing Wuming was not anxious. The expression between his eyebrows was very serious: "This ending is not good."

"What do you think?"

Jing Wuming said calmly: "Shangguan Jinhong still has to die. He has to die. For a person like him, I would rather watch him die than watch him lose!"

"Okay, okay, he'll die, you watch him die, and I'll go back and change it. Do you have any other requests?"

Jing Wuming turned his head and looked at Hua Manlou. His tone was a little strange, but he continued: "Don't write that I slept with him! Disgusting!"

Hua Manlou was forced to nod by Li Mochou.

"And Nana."

Li Mochou was on the verge of collapse. Of course, everyone was on the verge of collapse.

"What happened to Nana?"

"She didn't deserve to die."

Li Mochou may have been obsessed with writing, and couldn't help asking: "Could it be that you have fallen in love with her?"

Jing Wuming said, "According to the rules of the Money Gang, we don't kill children or people who don't know martial arts. No matter what, she shouldn't die. You have to change."

Li Mochou nodded repeatedly. The fire had almost burned the corner of her clothes. She couldn't help but nod! But her patience was exhausted. She swore that if Jing Wuming pestered her again, she would die with him at all costs!

Fortunately, Jing Wuming stopped talking and used his skills instantly, and they both returned to the Miao Bi world.

Lu Xiaofeng and Yue Lingshan disappeared, leaving their manuscripts on the table. The handwriting was vigorous and flamboyant, and when it came to the emotional parts, they even creatively drew several emoticons!

Li Mochou became angry when she saw this and kicked the table, tearing the manuscript into pieces.

……

Three o'clock in the morning, the castle.

The flames had completely engulfed the room. The moment Lu Xiaofeng and Yue Lingshan returned, they turned back into evil spirits and attacked the only people left in the room without any hesitation!

"Stand over here!" Jing Wuming drew a circle in the air with his finger and started to teleport!

In fact, he didn't know whether the skill would work or not, because in the skill description, the target of teleportation was "anyone" rather than "any creature".

He was betting that in this level, "ghosts" were a type of "human" rather than a "living creature".

This speculation was unfounded, but fortunately, he won the bet.

A cool breeze blew across the first floor, instantly alleviating the heat from the fire.

The originally pitch-black, foggy black tide had receded, and the thunderstorm that had lasted all night had finally stopped. The dark clouds dispersed, and the bright moon fell on the branches near the window frame, illuminating the whole room.

Even Jing Wuming found this scene incredible.

Where are the ghosts? Are they hiding? Or have they all been moved upstairs and burned to death by the will-o'-the-wisp?
No matter what, it was quiet and cool downstairs. This time it was real, giving those who had been fighting for a long time a rare opportunity to catch their breath.

Jing Wuming was standing in front of the window, seemingly admiring the moon, but Hu Fei felt that he must be supervising Miao Bi to revise his custom-made text.

Wen Xue'an was lying on his back on the ground, admiring the moon seriously. He was muttering to himself and then letting out a long sigh.

"After I go back, will they come to see me again? I don't think so. They have never considered me a friend. Someone like me doesn't need friends at all!"

After muttering for a while, Snowball sadly discovered that no one was paying attention to him. He had long been accustomed to living in dark corners, and had long since determined that he was a person in the dark, but when the moonlight fell on his face, he still felt a little reluctant.

"No matter what, I won't come back to this crappy game!" Hu Fei slapped the window, turned to look at Jing Wuming, paused, and said in a tone that sounded like an admonition: "You are also a reputable man. You will have your own world when you go out. Why do you have to stay with that person and act like a nagging woman?

If you feel bored, you can come find me, or I can come find you... Seeing you like this, I am a little curious about what kind of person Shangguan Jinhong is. You still miss him even after he died for more than ten years."

Jing Wuming turned around and looked at him after he finished speaking, with no warmth in his eyes. Then, he drew a circle very coldly and ruthlessly.

Hu Fei disappeared from the spot, and the place where he was originally standing was replaced by a big meatball with fire all over his body!
The big meatball bounced twice on the spot and then smashed towards Wen Xue'an who was lying there!
Little Snowball jumped up from the spot and ran away screaming, cursing as he ran: "Jing Wuming, fuck you-ah!"

(End of this chapter)