My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

And Old Man Xu, consumed by anger, completely disregarded how his leg was broken; all he could see was Zhang Ying in front of him.

He approached Zhang Ying and reached out to grab Zhang Ying's face. In a moment of panic, Zhang Ying took a few steps back.

call out!

A whooshing sound came from beside Zhang Ying's ear as a blade of blood-like energy pierced through his body, slicing off half of Old Xu's ear.

"what!"

Old Xu, clutching his bleeding ear, lay on the ground, finally regaining consciousness.

"Old Xu, don't make any rash moves before you understand the abilities of this strange domain! Do you want to die even faster?!" Old Wu whispered from the side.

Old Xu was panting heavily, and with each breath, smoke escaped from his mouth, sealing the wound on his severed ear.

The wound stopped bleeding. Looking around at this strange place, he trembled and asked Old Wu behind him:

"Old Turtle, can you get in touch with the guild leader?"

Old Wu shook his head.

"If I could get in touch, would I be standing here doing nothing?"

"Damn it!" Old Xu's gaze darted back and forth between Zhang Ying and that wooden hand, and he gritted his teeth as he reached into the burial shroud.

"Damn it! You old turtle, remember this! You owe me half a life!"

Old Xu's hand emerged from the burial shroud, pulling out a colorful square of paper money.

He held the paper money between two fingers, clasped his hands together in a mudra, and muttered some obscure and incomprehensible words. The paper money in his hands spontaneously combusted without fire, and his already aged face looked even older as the paper money burned.

"Borrowing money for your birthday?"

Old Wu's eyes widened, as if he had witnessed an extremely horrifying scene.

"Are you crazy, Old Xu! Let's not even talk about whether you can escape by borrowing longevity money. Even if you do escape, you're bound to die within seven days in your current condition!"

The paper money burned completely at Old Xu's fingertips. He was so thin that he was just skin and bones, his hair had all fallen out, and his body was covered with black spots.

His voice was so faint it was almost inaudible.

"Ha! So tell me, is there any other way for us to escape?"

"this……"

"Remember, old tortoise, if I die, remember to take care of my disciples and their descendants!" Old Xu shouted with all his might, then inhaled sharply and exhaled billowing white smoke!

The entire blood-red area was instantly enveloped in mist.

The white smoke obscured his vision. Surrounded by the smoke, Zhang Ying felt as if all five senses were lost, and he could see nothing but white.

In this vast white space, a hand with distinct knuckles grabbed Zhang Ying's neck and lifted him directly off the ground!

Before Zhang Ying could even realize what was happening, that hand lifted him up like a chick and threw him forward!

He flew for 5 or 6 meters through the air before crashing heavily onto the lake, his body nearly falling apart.

"hiss--"

Feeling the pain in his body, Zhang Ying gasped and struggled to get up from the ground.

Shaking his head, which was still a little fuzzy from the impact, his consciousness returned and his vision refocused. He looked around at the scene, and his hair stood on end!

He was thrown out of the white mist and landed directly in front of the eerie wooden hand.

The surrounding area was still a blood-red mess, but Old Man Xu had used white smoke to shroud a small area, creating a barrier.

Zhang Ying was thrown out of the isolation zone and faced the wooden hand directly. He froze on the spot, not daring to move an inch.

Logically, this wooden hand should belong to Li Ziqing, but he doesn't know if Li Ziqing still recognizes him now.

The immense resentment Li Ziqing felt because of him caused him to level up. Now, there's a high probability that Li Ziqing will become completely ruthless, turning into a vengeful ghost driven solely by resentment.

He swallowed hard, unsure how to face the wooden hand.

Fortunately, the wooden hand's attention was not on him, but on the space in front of it composed of white mist.

Two pools of blood floated from the lake to either side of the wooden hand, and under the wooden hand's control, they transformed into two blood blades that slashed into the white mist at an extremely fast speed!

But there was no movement at all in the white fog; not even a ripple could be stirred up.

Perhaps feeling provoked, the wooden hand, in a fit of anger, summoned dozens of blood blades from the blood lake and launched a continuous attack on the white mist.

This intense offensive lasted for several minutes, but in the end, the white mist remained completely unharmed.

Zhang Ying, who was watching from the sidelines, wondered if the two old men inside had already been chopped into minced meat.

Just as Zhang Ying was about to see how the wooden hand would react, even more ferocious ripples appeared on the lake beneath his feet.

The lake water spread outwards in concentric circles, and the wooden hand, whose body was hidden beneath the surface, rose gracefully to the surface.

The puppet, dressed in a blood-red ballet costume, stands on one leg with the other leg stretched out behind her, her arms outstretched, her body lines extending from her fingertips to her toes, like a swan spreading its wings.

It's like a dancer on a music box, tiptoeing and spinning on the lake.

The blood lake turned from calm to violent, stirring up waves of ferocious turmoil that spread outward from the puppet!

Standing beside the puppet, Zhang Ying dared not move, fearing he would be swept away by the surrounding waves of blood. He stared at the face on the puppet's head, a face identical to Li Ziqing's, and the words stuck in his throat.

Waves of blood surged into the white mist, and the previously still mist finally began to change.

The calm white mist gradually began to distort, thinning slightly as it spread outwards.

As the blood waves continued their relentless assault, the thick white mist grew thinner and thinner, and two disheveled black figures gradually emerged from it.

Just as Zhang Ying was carefully observing the specific appearance of the two black figures in the white mist, one of the black figures suddenly disappeared, and then a chill ran down his back!

He looked behind him, following the cool breeze, and saw white mist constantly gushing out from the collar of his clothes!

The white mist burst out of his clothes. Before he could react, the mist formed a half-human body, and a white sword condensed from the mist man's hand, slashing fiercely at the still spinning puppet!

"Even if it costs me my life, I, Old Ghost Xu, will destroy your calamity-ridden domain!" Old Ghost Xu's voice roared from the mist-man's mouth.

Zhang Ying's eyes widened in disbelief; he hadn't expected that Old Man Xu had been possessing him all along!

Was it when you were thrown out just now?

Will Li Ziqing be able to react to this attack?

What would happen to Li Ziqing if the puppet's body were destroyed?

In an instant, a multitude of questions flashed through Zhang Ying's mind. At that moment, his body reacted even faster than his brain; he lunged forward with all his might, extending his right hand to block Old Man Xu's strike!

"Watch out! Senior Li!!"

As he spoke, his arm was already in front of the puppet.

Just as the puppet turned its head, Old Man Xu's white sword slashed down!

It grazed Zhang Ying's right arm!

Wow!

The spurting blood splattered onto the puppet's face.

Old Xu's white sword, which was originally aimed at the puppet's head, was instead deflected by Zhang Ying, grazing the puppet's side.

Snapped!

Zhang Ying's severed right arm landed on the lake surface.