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Chapter 734 Xia Shou vs. Writer (Part 4) (K)

If I could do it again, could I do better?
Xia Shou recalled the battle just now and found no room for optimization and improvement.

No matter how he turned the tables, the only thing he could think of was to skip the first approach and directly use three feet of water.

But doing so can only save a few seconds, and the consumption of the most critical Blood Demon Mask is not reduced at all.

The writer's last attack could not trigger the flash kill, and he was destined to be cut into thin strips. The only one who could withstand this attack was the [Pseudo-Blood Demon]. There was no other way.

Since optimizing the existing steps cannot affect the final result, then... maybe we should not think from the perspective of simple tactics, but should add other tactics into it.

Xia Shou thought of the "Secret Record of Sealing Zombies".

The Death Notes taught him the secrets of controlling zombies, and the offerings that would serve as the materials for opening the door had already been prepared. The Equipment Department had collected three kinds of desire materials for him.

The first one: the desire to kill women
The second type: the man’s absolute confidence during mating.

The third type: a woman's absolute loyalty to a man.

He already had the conditions to open the door, but he had never tried, and he didn't know what was inside the door. Perhaps the thing inside the door was indeed very powerful, but if it was not suitable for dealing with writers, then the few seconds that he had saved with great difficulty would not only be wasted, but would also cost more time.

Even if the summoned anomaly is beneficial to the battle, he must find a way to avoid the final slashing attack, otherwise everything will be in vain.

[Pseudo-Blood Demon] Although he can use blood to construct the original form and obtain the functionality of the original limbs while maintaining the liquid state, the prerequisite is that the form exists. If the liquid form collapses, the functionality of the limbs will continue to be lost.

That was what happened to him just now. He was completely chopped into blood. Without his hands, feet, eyes, and ears constructed of blood, he naturally lost his vision, hearing, and touch. Although he was still alive and could continue to reconstruct, he was still unable to move.

After he was chopped into pieces before, he finally managed to reshape part of his body, but was chopped into pieces again by the writer and killed completely.

He must not be defeated to that extent. Once defeated to that extent, he will lose.

Xia Shou didn't have time to continue thinking. He couldn't stay too long in this stage of retrospection. In this boundary where there was no concept of time, the "time" he stayed in had reached its limit.

The next moment, Xia Shou had returned to the battlefield.

He still has one minute left.

But this is the last minute.

The moment he returned to reality, the black shadow had already begun to move restlessly under Xia Shou's feet.

At the moment when the blood demon mask was put on his cheek, the golden door of the library and another wooden door wrapped with red ropes also emerged from the depths of the shadows. Three bottles of colorless liquid also jumped out from the shadows.

The first door opened, Xia Shou took out three feet of water, muttered something, and said a lot of gibberish.

Xia Shou didn't know what he was chanting, because the "Secret Record of Sealing the Zombies" only contained these mantras without clear meanings. They were probably transliterated from some other language, just like Amitabha and Prajnaparamita, and their specific effects were unknown.

But the moment he finished reciting it, Xia Shou felt that his magical power had dropped significantly.

"open!"

Xia Shou shouted loudly, and the wooden door that was tied with red ropes and had hundreds of yellow talismans stuck on it suddenly began to shake violently.

The next second, the red ropes tied to the wooden door broke one after another like the strings of a zither, and the talisman papers on the door all caught fire. Then the wooden door opened, and a red mist rose into the sky!

The red mist spread like ink thirty meters above Xia Shou's head, as if it were a large red silk hanging high in the sky. Rows of large red lanterns with the word "happiness" written on them were hanging down from the depths of the red mist. The sound of suona suddenly rang out, but it was playing a sad tune.

As the sound of suona began, a man in wedding clothes jumped out of the open wooden door and onto the ground.

His skin was pale, but he had no face. His forehead, eyes, nose, and the front half of his upper and lower jaws were all cut off from top to bottom as if by a heavy axe.

Text instructions also appeared in front of Xia Shou.

【Door: Ghost Bridegroom】

[Introduction: ■■■■■■■■■■■■ (polluted by desire)]

[Effect: The ghost groom has an extremely violent desire to attack, as well as extremely high physical strength and abnormal resistance. His attacks can slightly split ordinary "fate" (power that does not belong to the parties involved, but is obtained and maintained through tools, rituals, and other media). It has a very strong splitting effect on the "fate" between opposite sexes.]

[Price: Three materials...]

Xia Shou had just finished glancing at the introduction when the ghost groom rushed straight towards the writer.

It was only ten meters away, just a few steps, and in the process of approaching the writer, the ghost groom's wedding dress was cut into pieces by countless fine blows in the blink of an eye, and its body was quickly consumed like a pile of sand in a storm.

By the time he reached the writer, all the flesh and blood had been cut off, leaving only a broken skeleton.

The skull seemed as fragile as weathering, and the bone powder on its surface was still floating away. But as it approached the writer, its knife-like pale bone fingers still stabbed at the writer with extremely fast momentum.

The writer took a step to the side, which should have allowed him to teleport a great distance and easily avoid the ghost groom's attack, but a big red flower knot appeared out of nowhere between the two.

One end of the ribbon was tied to the ghost groom, and the other end seemed to grow out of the writer's body.

Xia Shou opened his eyes wide and looked at the scene in disbelief.

He didn't expect this monster sealed in the door to be of much help, but now its power actually directly affects the writer. Could it be that its abnormality level is higher than the writer? !

At the moment when the ghost groom was about to attack the writer, the bones in its lower body could no longer withstand the continuous slashing and collapsed into powder. As its upper body fell to the ground, one of its claws pierced the writer's calf.

The ghost bridegroom was completely chopped into pieces. The red lanterns in the sky had not yet been fully lit. The mournful music in his ears suddenly stopped, and then a violent suction force was born out of nowhere, sucking the red satin, lanterns, and the ghost bridegroom who had been turned into powder into the door.

boom!
The wooden door closed and sank into the shadows.

Xia Shou swung his sword, aimed at the writer and slashed him from a distance!
Not much time had passed, a very short time, but the situation was completely different from last time.

While Xia Shou swung his sword, he used his free hand to press Dorian Gray's pocket watch.

He is now at the pinnacle of his ability. It is meaningless to maintain too high an abnormality level. Although he maintains the LV1 scorpion spine, his athletic ability and nerve reflex speed are far from the highly activated state, but he can use a pocket watch!

The writer's final blow was beyond the reach of even the most active level of the scorpion spine.

Since you are destined to be hit, give up the option of dodging and use the pocket watch's damage reduction to minimize the collapse of your physical body!
Xia Shou gritted his teeth, held his breath, and waved out three feet of water.

Immediately, his figure teleported and came within three steps of the writer!
This time, the writer didn't try to dodge.

His fighting instinct had already predicted that he would not be able to dodge this touch using instant step, because the ghost groom had already seriously injured his calf!
But the first touch would probably still be a failure. Xia Shougang had experienced this before.

He stretched out his hand, and the place he was about to touch turned into flames, and the first touch missed.

Xia Shou reached out his hand a second time.

In an instant, he fell into a world without light or sound.

The unavoidable attack hit him, but this time, Xia Shou was not stretched into a blood thread hundreds of meters long by the dense rain of slashes. Only half of his body remained in a vague human shape at the front.

The damage reduction of Dorian Gray's pocket watch was completely useless against the writer's attacks. It was like a player with 100 HP being killed by a BOSS with 30,000 attack power. No matter how much the excess damage was reduced, it could not change the outcome of the player being killed. But even so, the pocket watch could still do one thing, at least it could make the player die more beautifully.

Although it was impossible to leave a complete body, the pocket watch allowed Xia Shou to leave behind a vague outline!

For others, this may not change anything.

But for Xia Shou, this insignificant change is enough!
In this environment without any perception.

This time, Xia Shou did not subconsciously reshape his hearing and vision.

Because in the last second before he died, he saw the distance between himself and the writer.

There is no point in reshaping the eyes and head first.

At this moment, what most urgently needs to be reconstructed is the hands!
Now, even life and death must be put aside!

All he had to do was run into the other person!

Xia Shou felt a slight resistance from the air at his fingertips. He stretched out his "hand" and groped in the direction where he thought the writer was standing.

He could feel that his fingertips, which were only three millimeters long and made of his blood, were still being chopped and destroyed as he moved forward, but Xia Shou did not reshape other parts of his body.

Reshaping eyes and ears can help us see reality clearly, but it is a waste of desire.

We must concentrate the little remaining desire on this tiny fingertip, and use this finger to touch the writer!
Time seemed to be extremely long at this moment. Apart from the feeling of flowing air from the tip of his middle finger, the only thing that reminded him of the countdown of his life was the decreasing amount of desire in the text description.

As each second seemed like an eternity, the fear in his heart was like a monster, tormenting his spirit.

Countless bad possibilities attacked Xia Shou's brain one after another.

It's been a long time, why haven't I encountered it yet?
Could it be that the writer has gotten away?
Or is it that the direction of the finger has long been crooked?
Should we spend a little bit of desire to reshape our eyes, just a little bit, just a moment, to see how many centimeters are left? Maybe just this one glance can help us adjust the direction and truly meet the writer.

These unfounded assumptions kept giving him various suggestions, just like a person walking towards a cliff with his eyes closed, who really wanted to open his eyes to see if he had reached the edge of the cliff.

The inner desire to see the outside world, in the subjective time that is confused by the physical time, swallowed up Xia Shou like an expanding bubble.

At the same time, another thought refutes this point, but it is not an optimistic idea, but more negative: Maybe you have failed and have lost your last hope, but if you don’t open your eyes now, then at least you will face death in uncertainty... At least, you will not die in despair.

"Master Xia Shou, I am always by your side."

Xia Shou's drowsy mind suddenly shook, as if a drowning person's wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone, and he stopped sinking.

Alice!
Is this an auditory hallucination?!
It was impossible for him to hear Alice's voice now, but in this world where he was unconscious and even had no physical senses, at this moment he could clearly feel Alice's hands around his neck!
…He had no neck, but Alice was still wrapped around him.

In an instant, Xia Shou felt relieved.

It was as if it had always been like this, as if this kind of death had happened countless times.

Xia Shou felt the touch of blood on his fingertips.

He touched it!

The pinnacle [Perpetual Injury] was activated, and the fingertips that had been cut into pieces no longer split.

Did you win?
Xia Shou's mind went blank.

He didn't have time to think about it all. He immediately used his remaining desire to transform his blood into real flesh as quickly as possible.

He doesn't have much desire left, and soon he will break out of the blood demon mode. If his head and body are still covered in blood, he will die instantly!
Xia Shou's liquid body began to gather and reshape from the head and torso.

First the head, then the torso, and then Xia Shou immediately activated the [Pseudo Blood Demon] to transform the liquid body into real flesh.

When he restored his head, body, and a real arm, the last bit of energy in the Blood Demon Mask was completely exhausted.

The mask on his face disappeared, and Xia Shou's legs, which were made of blood, instantly lost the ability to "stand" and turned into ordinary blood that scattered all over the ground. He also fell heavily to the ground.

Now, he only has one arm as his limb, and has almost become a human pig.

"Did we win?" Xia Shou looked in a trance at another pool of blood not far away.

Even now, Xia Shou is not sure whether he has killed the writer.

Without Rosa's book, he couldn't win.

Without a pocket watch and without the ghost groom, he couldn't win.

He used everything he could, whether it was high risk or low risk, used or unused, he used them all.

Xia Shou even felt that it was a miracle that he was still alive.

He survived!
"Alice..." Xia Shou called out happily, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

He saw the unobstructed city around him and the clear blue sky above him...without a mirror.

A few seconds before the battle began, the writer's first wave of slashes completely destroyed his makeshift mirror palace.

Sure enough, that crude confidentiality method was of no use in the end.

Even though everyone in the Control Bureau has entered the realm of D God's Law, there are still other people in the city, those rebels, and outside the reflection world, who have been observing other branches in the city.

His battle was not fought in solitude.

If the information about this battle were to be spread a second time, he would die immediately.

Xia Shou didn't believe that no one saw the battle just now.

In addition, he does not trust the people who saw it and will not tell anyone else.

The probability of someone who witnessed what just happened keeping silent is, just like the example Jin Fenglong gave, as small as the probability of the waves putting the disassembled parts of a mechanical watch back into a finished product.

"Ha..." Xia Shou couldn't help but let out a strange laugh that he himself didn't expect.

He felt that the current situation was beginning to be a little funny, because he was not dead yet!
After this massive war was over, was there no one to discuss it with those who were not aware of it?

"Great fight, you reminded me of someone."

Suddenly, a calm voice came from in front of Xia Shou.

Then, the light in front began to dim, and the Pharaoh, wrapped in bandages, walked out of the halo.

(End of this chapter)