The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Although the Faceless One wasn't very intelligent, he also sensed that something was wrong.

It hesitated for a moment, then tried to attack from the side.

"Pfft!"

Another stab.

Gu Xu remained motionless, and even tried to take out a handful of sunflower seeds from his bag.

"-21000!"

The Faceless One's health bar plummeted once again.

This time, even the blade of the dagger chipped and broke.

This made the scene extremely comical.

The boss of the Nightmare-level dungeon was leaping around, relentlessly attacking a mage who was standing still and dealing damage.

As a result, the more he fought, the less health he had, and the weaker his body became.

The monk was looking at it with a kind expression, his eyes full of encouragement.

It's as if it's saying: Keep it up, you're the fattest.

"That's so unfair!"

Gu Xu clicked his tongue in amazement: "If I encounter those high-burst assassins in the future, I can just stand there and let them hit me. They'll exhaust themselves but still won't be able to break through my defenses, and they'll even kill themselves with the bounces."

This is the terrifying power of combining a conceptual-level talent with a legendary-level skill.

Completely unreasonable.

Only one minute had passed.

Accompanied by the Faceless One's final, desperate attack.

Its last remaining health was finally wiped out by the reflected damage.

"Bang!"

The unfortunate BOSS, filled with grievances, vanished into the vast expanse of black mist.

The ground jingled.

Two pieces of equipment, glowing with an orange light, fell to the ground.

Gu Xu stepped forward and picked it up with a delighted expression.

【Faceless One's Cloak of Concealment (Legendary): Increases evasion rate by 30% when worn. The active skill "Void Walk" grants a 3-second enhanced stealth state.】

[Shadow Dagger (Legendary): Increases critical strike damage by 50% and inflicts a bleeding effect.]

"Another bumper harvest."

Gu Xu simply draped the cloak over his body, even though its attributes were currently restricted and unable to take effect.

But this stylish look is still a must.

As for the dagger, although mages don't need it, they can sell it to those wealthy assassins.

That would definitely be enough to buy a sea-view apartment.

"Let's go, to that last big guy."

Gu Xu clapped his hands, in high spirits.

With this damage reflection mechanism, he was even more confident about the next "Abyss Projection".

……

at the same time.

Thousands of kilometers away, in the northern suburbs of Beichuan Province, in the wilderness.

The sky was a lifeless, leaden gray, so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

The once lush forest is now completely dead, and the tree trunks have turned an eerie grayish-white, like ashes from a fire.

Visibility here is extremely low; the thick gray fog obstructs not only sight.

It's almost as if it's alive, constantly drilling into people's nostrils and ears.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

Wang Hu, captain of the third squad of the seventh special operations battalion of the third regiment of the White Tiger Legion.

He was banging on the communicator in his hand.

All that could be heard inside was the cacophony of electrical currents; even military-grade anti-jamming equipment was rendered useless in this gray fog.

"Captain, should we retreat?"

The adjutant behind him spoke with a trembling voice, gripping his greatsword tightly.

Wang Hu is a burly man standing 1.9 meters tall, a fourth-level berserker, and usually a fearless individual.

But at this moment, looking at the deathly silence around him...

A layer of cold sweat also appeared on his forehead.

This place is too eerie.

Their elite squad of 25 men had been completely isolated ever since they entered the gray fog zone.

The compass is spinning erratically, and the electronic map is malfunctioning.

They are even gradually losing their sense of direction.

"Withdraw my ass! Without orders, we'd rather die at our reconnaissance posts!"

Wang Hu growled to bolster his courage: "Everyone, stay alert! Form groups of three, back to back, and don't get separated!"

Just then.

A faint sound suddenly drifted from the depths of the mist.

"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."

That was high-pitched and sharp.

The sound of the instrument carries a power that penetrates the soul.

Suona.

Why would there be the sound of a suona in this desolate and eerie secret place?

Moreover, the melody didn't sound like it was for a happy occasion.

It exudes a chilling, eerie atmosphere that sends shivers down your spine.

"All personnel on alert!!"

Wang Hu roared, and his power suddenly erupted, shaking away some of the surrounding mist.

Everyone raised their weapons and stared intently in the direction from which the sound came.

The fog rolled in.

Gradually, a glaring red spot suddenly appeared in the gray and white world.

That was a sedan chair.

A bright red sedan chair, embroidered with golden mandarin ducks, but looking dilapidated.

The bridal sedan chair did not land, but remained suspended in mid-air.

Around the bridal sedan chair, there were no festive ribbons, but instead, paper money fluttering everywhere...

Round, square-holed, pale white paper money.

Like snowflakes, they fluttered and filled half the sky.

"What...what the hell is this thing?"

One of the young team members was even chattering.

This scene was too shocking.

The glaring bright red, intertwined with the stark white paper money, created a strong visual contrast.

It's so disgusting that just one look at it makes your stomach churn.

"Don't look! Don't look at that sedan chair!"

Wang Hu suddenly realized something and shouted at the top of his lungs, "This is mental pollution! Close your eyes!"

But it was too late.

In the group, a soldier who had changed his class to mage suddenly began to convulse violently.

His eyes instantly became bloodshot, and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

A wide, exaggerated smile spread across his lips.

Saliva dripped down the corners of his mouth.

"Good news...hehe...we're having a happy occasion..."

He mumbled something indistinctly, then suddenly turned his staff around and pointed it at his comrade beside him.

"boom--!"

Orange-red flames shot out without warning.

"Ahhhhh!"

A scream instantly shattered the silence.

The two unsuspecting warriors were instantly engulfed in flames and turned into firemen.

He rolled on the ground in agony.

"Liu Qiang! Are you fucking crazy?!"

Wang Hu's eyes widened in fury, and he wanted to rush forward to stop him.

But just then...

The large red sedan chair seemed to have been disturbed by the commotion.

The sedan curtains moved automatically even without wind.

The sedan chair carriers, who had been hidden in the mist, finally revealed themselves.

They were four people wearing traditional Chinese jackets, their faces pale.

A paper figure with two bright red dots painted on its cheeks.

Their toes touch the ground, their bodies are light and weightless.

As the suona horns grew more urgent.

The four paper sedan chair bearers suddenly turned their heads in unison, their eyes painted on like dead fish.

He stared intently at the group of living people.

next second.

They moved.

No, it floated over.

The speed was so fast it was simply unreasonable, completely violating the laws of physics and inertia.

"puff!"

One of the firefighters didn't even see what was happening.

I just felt a chill on my neck.

The paper sedan chair carrier's hand, like a sharp pair of scissors, easily severed his carotid artery.

Fresh blood gushed out, staining the paper money on the ground red.

"Attack! Attack!!"

Wang Hu roared angrily, his eyes red.

He swung his battle axe, imbued with ferocious fighting spirit, at the nearest paper figure.