How can my daily life of youth be a reincarnation game?

'Don't want me to get close, sorry, I still have a gun.'

boom!boom!

Yuki raised his hand and pulled the trigger, and two fist-sized buckshot bullets flew out, with a longer attack range and greater power.

The clown didn't dare to seal the wound and quickly rolled to the side. He heard two loud roars behind him. The tombstone had been blown into a round hole and the shock wave blew him several meters away.

The power is comparable to that of a cannonball, but fortunately it is not very accurate.

Yuki took the opportunity to charge. He had discovered that these blood lines needed to be controlled by the clown, so he suppressed them with a shotgun and then closed the distance while the clown was dodging.

It was only ten or twenty meters, which was a blink of an eye for him. When the clown turned over, Yuki was already a few meters away, half-crouching on the tombstone, his eyes emitting red light, like a devil in a painting.

It was very close, and it was too late to control the blood line to intercept. From the moment he was shot, the initiative was firmly controlled by the opponent.

will die.

As the strong wind blew, the clown turned around and held a blood-red object in his hand, which looked like a beating heart.

Yuki saw it and made his choice immediately:

Soul Bullet Filled. Maximum Strength.

Snapped.

At the same time, the Joker crushed the heart.

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

Just like someone’s aorta was cut, the blood plasma burst out and quickly deformed under the control of the fingers. This thin blood seemed defenseless, but in Yuuki’s eyes——

It is a high concentration of soul energy.

clang! !

The chainsaw sword slashed on it, sending out dazzling sparks, and the feedback felt like cutting steel, but this thing didn't seem like a simple defensive item.

Shhhhhh.

A series of spikes suddenly grew out from the "shield", brushing against his hair and poking his top hat off. Yuki seemed to be lying on the ground, compressing the space he occupied to the extreme.

Attack and defense combined, trying to force me back.

Yuki knew with his butt that the other party wanted to delay time, so his choice was simple.

Stay focused and never retreat.

Regardless of the heartache, the mist possessed by the demon gathered forward. The two energies rubbed, collided, and squeezed each other, and the chainsaw sword, which had reached its limit, was lifted up.

open! !

A gap appeared in front of him, leaving no room for Yuki to squeeze through. The deformed shield compressed rapidly, forcing him to let go of the sword and almost cutting off the hand holding the sword.

Some were like drawing a knife to cut water; the split gaps quickly closed, and the splattered blood drops turned into thin needles, splashing down from the top of the head.

All the energy was concentrated in the front and it was absolutely impossible to block these blood needles, but Yuki never thought of blocking them.

Soul Bullet.

boom!

He raised his gun and shotgun shells flew towards his head, filling the shotgun with energy that could withstand the upper limit. Hundreds of bullets formed a barrier.

With attack against attack, most of the blood needles were torn apart on the spot, and only a few were left.

Yuki didn't care about the fish that slipped through the net. He threw away the chainsaw sword, opened his right hand, grasped the claw hammer, and smashed it forward with all his strength.

Since it's liquid, try this.

Impact hammer.

thump.

A muffled sound was heard, and the shock wave spread on the blood-red shield, forming layers of waves. The originally closed cut marks were torn apart by the shock wave again.

Like seeing a leopard through a tube, Yuki saw the clown a few meters behind the shield, and his ten fingers were so nimble that they left an afterimage.

The combination of offense and defense is also a great test for the controller himself, just like in RTS games, where you have to control several groups of troops at the same time.

Yuki saw him, and he also saw Yuki, his pupils contracted as he looked at the gun muzzle sticking out of the gap.

A chainsword, a shotgun, and now a claw hammer. How many chaos items does this bastard have?

Without any hesitation, Yuki took aim and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The gunshot rang out for the second time, the blood shield shattered, the clown flew backwards, a fist-sized blood hole appeared in his abdomen, and his left hand was broken at the root.

He was flying in the air, his head buzzing. In the fast-paced battle, there was no possibility of begging for mercy, nor was there time to weigh the good and evil in this life.

The only thing you can do is struggle, struggle desperately until the last moment.

"Blood Madness!"

He clenched his right hand into a fist, and all the blood-red energy began to mutate.

Like a wild beast that has been freed from its reins, the weapons have become lines, knives, and spears, attacking madly in all directions, and Yuki is in the center of the storm.

If he couldn't see it, it would be a sure kill. Unfortunately, Yuki could see these crazy energies and rushed out when the clown's skills were activated.

Sprinting in a straight line, the shortest distance, when the clown's back touched the ground, the figure was walking out of the crazy storm.

The blood line cut off his hair, and the blood spear pierced his shoulder. In addition to guarding the vital points, Yuuki ignored it completely and just magnified it in the clown's vision.

The violent attack made him a little confused. From the moment he was shot, he had no chance to adjust.

Gather blood to form a knife.

The Joker opened his hand in a panic and grasped a blade made of pure energy.

clang!

Before he could even swing, the black gun handle had accurately smashed the bloody knife in half. Yuki rushed in front of him, looking down at the clown's open mouth.

"I sentence you--"

He stepped on the clown's abdomen and swung the claw hammer in his right hand down.

"capital offense!"

Chapter 19: Dog Brain Overload

Decisive, silent and efficient.

boom! !

He lowered his head and smashed it into the clown's chest. With the expanding shock wave, his whole body swelled up for a moment, and then exploded like a tomato.

Flesh and blood were flying everywhere, and everything above the chest had disappeared. He loved to be a human potted plant, but was smashed into an ink painting by Yuki's hammer.

[Player Clown died and became a cultist]

Along with the "heavy ink and heavy colors", the murmur sounded in Yuki's ears. He did not relax, nor did he summarize. He just took a deep look at the large lump of "ketchup" on the ground, wiped the flesh and blood on his face, and looked at his player panel.

[Devil's Heart (Weak → Normal)]

The status was finally upgraded, giving Jiecheng a sense of fulfillment, and he even forgot the horrific consumption just now.

Thanks, we have a great compatibility, and you can take on several players by yourself.

Yuki grinned, revealing his white teeth. Not only did he not lose anything in this battle, he actually gained a lot.

He was not intoxicated by the power. The clown's body was blown to pieces, leaving only two legs. There was no need to search the body. He just frowned slightly.

When I finally dealt with him just now, I had a strange feeling, as if his soul was not pure and contained impurities.

"It looks like the souls of two players. Is this some special ability or is there someone behind this?"

Yuki looked at the minced meat on the ground and didn't think much about it. The dead wouldn't tell him the answer, and it's impossible for him to let the clown go just because he was a little weird.

It was determined when the plan was drawn up that this dangerous player must die.

The fog dissipated, he put away the claw hammer, picked up the chainsaw sword that was stuck in the ground, then swung his left hand and grabbed the shotgun.

If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of "da da da" footsteps. In just ten minutes, the clown's reinforcements have arrived.

The reaction was quick, but you were still a step late.

Yuki raised the muzzle of his gun, tilted his head to listen to the sound and determine the location through the thick fog in the cemetery, and at the same time generated bullets with soul energy.

buzzing.

A sound of steel trembling was heard. After the Demon's Heart entered its normal state, both the quality and quantity were greatly improved. Even the shotgun, which had been forged once, could not withstand it.

Yuki ignored it and after a few seconds, when the two bullets were loaded, he immediately pulled the trigger.

Soul shotgun. Double shot.

boom!boom!

Gunfire roared through the cemetery, and hundreds of bullets poured out, blasting everything in their path into powder.

The energy of the bullet begins to decay rapidly from the moment it leaves the barrel. The range of a shotgun is less than fifty meters, but within this range, it is definitely a storm.

Amid the howling of the fierce dogs, the thick fog was swept away and the sun finally shone in unscrupulously. Yuki raised his gun and head, ignoring the fierce dogs with missing limbs, and focused his eyes on the distance.

A middle-aged man in a neat black suit, with a square face and wearing sunglasses, looking quite cold, stood at the entrance of the cemetery. He held a black sword in front of him, releasing a black light curtain, and the projectiles were bounced off when they hit it.

It was him.

Yuki has solved another mystery. Isn’t this middle-aged man who looks like a gangster the Black Sword?

He doesn't use soul-related energy, so it seems that I don't get the upper hand every time.

The devil's eyes showed nothing unusual, Yuki became much more serious, and he could feel the oppression coming from the other party.

Strong enemy.

The same word echoed in both of their minds.

Yuki put down his gun, picked up the chainsaw sword and began to slowly retreat. The thick fog that had been cleared away began to gather again, making his body gradually blurred.

That knife-like gaze was always focused on his face. Yuki's true appearance had been exposed, but he just raised his hand, smiled and gently scratched his neck.

Come and chase me if you dare.

As he spoke, his body melted into the thick fog.

The corner of Hei Jian's eyes twitched, not to mention being angry, he remained motionless from beginning to end.

Half a minute later, a burst of dense footsteps was heard, and a black-backed sheepdog rushed over quickly.

"Why don't you chase after him!?" He was a little exasperated, and the little cutie who led the way for him gave him a lot of gifts again.

"The enemy's situation is unclear. He didn't even use up his remaining energy to kill the clown. Chasing him now will only lead to death." Black Sword was frugal with his words and turned his head slightly. "And you, the intelligence is wrong, so I dare not act."

"Pinto didn't lie, and he did destroy Gouzi's soul. Li Dan was the assassin last night!"

"But you said he used a knife, and the attack was accompanied by thick fog." Black Sword glanced at him.

"Is it not possible to change weapons?"

"No, with the strength of the attack, you wouldn't have survived last night, and there's no reason for him to let you go."

The sheepdog opened its mouth slightly, but when it saw the cemetery full of pits, it was completely unable to make a sound.

His intuition told him that the enemy was Li Dan, but he had no way to answer his companions' questions.

The chainsword and shotgun, especially the latter, are very powerful. The combination of these two things would have destroyed the defensive props last night.

Are you letting me off? Impossible. I definitely tried my best last night, and there is no reason for me to let you off.

"Mad, let me sort this out. If this isn't Li Dan, then who else could it be?"

Because of the accident, Pinto had vomited it all out.

Rick and Yue Gong are undercover agents, Li Dan is suspected to be the judge, and these three are a group. This information made him ecstatic. He thought he had solved the biggest mystery of the copy, but he never expected that there was another mystery behind the mystery.