BXBX NOVEL Chapter 42: Chapter 37 How are you?
But the content was completely indiscernible.
Or rather—
The language they used was not human.
Xiao Mengyu's expression changed, and she swung her sword toward the wall next to her.
The wall, as if made of tofu, split open to reveal a room crammed full of corpses.
Each corpse had its eyes closed, faces twisted in pain, as they rapidly and indistinctly chanted some spell.
Accompanying their chanting, streams of blood shadows emerged from the ground, ultimately converging beneath the man's feet.
"Now, it's time to get serious,"
the man said, gesturing lightly with his hand.
A dense mass of blood-colored threads appeared in the corridor, slicing towards Xiao Mengyu from all directions.
Xiao Mengyu's long sword struck continuously, blocking the blood-colored threads.
However, as the chanting from the corpses around them grew louder, the force of the blood-colored threads became stronger, and their speed was as fast as fleeting shadows.
Xiao Mengyu humphed softly, her long sword bursting forth with several sword shadows, instantly breaking through the dense blood threads and slashing toward the man at the other end of the corridor.
The man stood still.
An endless number of blood-colored threads suddenly converged into a wall, blocking all the sword shadows.
"Useless, with the continuous reinforcement of the Blood Curse, my strength keeps breaking through higher levels. I could kill you with any move, like so—"
"Bind,"
the man enunciated.
In an instant.
An endless number of blood-colored threads burst out from the surrounding walls, all rushing toward Xiao Mengyu.
—She was surrounded!
In this critical moment, Xiao Mengyu held her long sword close, vigorously swirling it to create seven Sword Blossoms.
The sword stopped.
And all the blood-colored threads were seen entwined around her long sword, while she remained unharmed.
"Good swordsmanship, but—your sword can't be used anymore,"
the man murmured, appearing behind her and thrusting a hand towards her pale neck like a knife.
From past experience, this move could directly kill the opponent.
The man had even smelled the sweet scent of the girl's fresh blood and felt her abundant Life Force withering in his own hands.
In the split second—
Xiao Mengyu grasped her sword's hilt with both hands and suddenly pulled it downwards.
She drew a Short Sword from within the long sword, thrusting it backwards towards the man.
Mother and Child Swords!
The man's face changed color.
This strike seemed perfectly calculated; as his hand pierced her neck, her sword would also pierce his heart with precise accuracy!
The man had no choice but to leap back.
"Stop struggling. I am invincible within the endless Blood Demon's Evil Curse," he said, shaking his head.
"That's not necessarily the case,"
Xiao Mengyu connected the short sword's hilt with the long sword's hilt and gave a light shake.
All the blood-colored threads were suddenly severed from the blade.
She held the hilt, readying herself in a stance as if about to lunge forward.
Gradually, a fiery sun phantom emerged behind her, and within this phantom, a crescent moon was also enclosed.
The man was about to attack immediately, but upon seeing this strange vision, as if recalling something, his face slowly became somber.
"Blade with Dual Edges, one long and one short on the left, controlled by Qi, this is known as the Luofu Sun and Moon Cloak,"
"Unbelievable that you, at such a young age, have understood this ultimate Swordsmanship. Fortunately, the Divine Sword is not in your hands; otherwise, I would have no choice but to turn and run,"
the man said, his hands clasped together, as he shouted out:
"Blood Demon Curse of Myriad Lives."
The chanting sound from the countless corpses around suddenly intensified.
In the void, threads of blood light entered the man's body, so that his aura continued to climb higher.
Beneath his feet, several shadows quietly emerged.
These shadows were so enormous that the floor couldn't contain them; they forced the entire corridor's walls to be completely enveloped by dark shadows.
"I shall summon them, and your fate is already sealed,"
the man declared leisurely.
Xiao Mengyu's gaze flashed, knowing that the man's strength all came from that spell.
She wanted to destroy all the corpses, but the opponent was keeping a tight watch on her, looking for any hint of vulnerability.
The forthcoming battle—
Would determine victory or defeat, as well as life or death!
She could only take a deep breath and shout:
"Come then, let me see just how powerful your Blood Sorcery really is!"
On the other side.
Shen Ye was wearing an Armor sponsored by The Skinner, holding a door as a Shield, and he had already made it to the first floor of the hotel building.
"We have to quickly escape to a safe place, right?" The Skinner asked.
"You must be joking," Shen Ye responded while sprinting, "We're so close to the truth now!"
"But you can't even participate in a battle of that level," The Skinner said with concern.
—This kid can't die; if he dies, I'm done for.
Thud!
Shen Ye kicked open an office door, looked at the disheveled corpses inside, shook his head, and then kicked the second door in the corridor.
"You're right, I would die the moment I join in that kind of battle—but we can help indirectly!"
Shen Ye said.
The second door was kicked open to reveal nothing but corpses and a few firefighting tools.
"What kind of indirect help?" The Skinner didn't understand.
Shen Ye lifted his foot to kick the door of the third office while saying:
"That guy relies on countless Blood Demon Incantations to continually increase his strength, right?"
"Right—if the strength of the incantations continues to rise, his aura also keeps climbing," The Skinner confirmed.
Only corpses were in the third office.
Shen Ye glanced over and turned to leave, muttering, "Such a grand and splendid hotel should hold banquets or events, there definitely must be something for an MC; that's why I've been searching—"
He kicked open the door to the fourth office.
There it was!
He rushed into the door, slung the equipment around his neck, turned on the switch, and tested the volume.
"What on earth are you up to?" the giant Skeleton couldn't help but ask.
It was truly galling.
After all, it had seen numerous battles, yet now it couldn't even figure out what this kid was trying to do.
"The time has come to test the strength of your world, brother," Shen Ye said.
The giant Skeleton asked, "What do you mean?"
"Of course, I'm talking about the Necromantic Talent. Now we're going to use it to step on 'The Skinner's' abilities and see who's stronger!" Shen Ye said.
"Nonsense! The origin of that talent is no simple matter; you have no idea how big of an advantage you've seized!" the giant Skeleton immediately retorted.
"Is that so?" Shen Ye said skeptically.
"I'd chop my head off if I were lying to you," the giant Skeleton swore an oath.
"You're already down to a head—but since you're so adamant, I'll trust you this one time."
Shen Ye strode out into the grand lobby on the first floor of the hotel, took a deep breath, and raised the microphone in his hand.
The volume was already at its maximum.
He bellowed:
"Friends from Hell, how are you doing?"
The colossal sound wave swept across the entire hotel.
"Whispers of the Dark" were activated in the moment he began speaking.
Since Shen Ye's sentence was a question, any Undead who heard it were compelled to respond to his inquiry.
So—
Was the Blood Demon Technique stronger, capable of controlling the corpses to continue chanting the Spell, or—
Could "Whispers of the Dark" break it, forcing the Undead to speak up in response?
Utter silence.
—The ceaseless, omnipresent, sinister, and magical chanting of the Spell that enveloped the entire hotel stopped abruptly.
All the corpses had to cease.
The next instant—
"Good."
"Not good."
"Painful."
"Despair."
"I can't believe I'm already dead."
"Save me!"
The corpses uttered a cacophony of responses.
—The Skinner's Blood Demon Magic was interrupted!
Upstairs.
Xiao Mengyu leaned forward, exploding into action, sprinting towards 'The Skinner'.
The man known as 'The Skinner' had a tranquil expression, chanting in a fluid, triumphant voice:
"Great Bloodthirsty Two-headed Serpent Demon, you've destroyed countless lives, please allow me to summon you—"
"To defeat the enemy before me!"
Beneath his feet, a series of complex, blood-red Runes appeared, radiating a blood light that pierced through the entire corridor.
Just in time.
At the precise moment Xiao Mengyu reached him, the Bloodthirsty Two-headed Serpent Demon would appear!
He could strike together with the Serpent Demon.
This tactic had been executed countless times, never failing.
This time would be no exception!
The man held his breath in silence, ready to confront his enemy.
Suddenly, an unexpected change took place—
A voice traveled from the hotel's main lobby:
"Friends from Hell, how are you doing?"
In that instant.
All the Undead ceased their chant of the Blessing Curse.
The man's face twisted abruptly.
This was bad!
The timing from the other side was too precise.
At the very moment he was to decide victory or defeat with the Swordsman, the other party had suddenly withdrawn all of the Blessing Curses upon him.
The effectiveness of the summoning would be significantly weakened.
Such a ruthless move, such a venomous scheme!
"Go—to—hell—" Xiao Mengyu roared as she charged, the Long Sword in her hands casting layers upon layers of Sword Blossoms.
It was too late!
The man gritted his teeth and shouted, "Come forth, Two-headed Serpent Demon, I will make it up to you afterwards!"
He pressed his hand against the void.
Boom!
The blood light exploded, and a figure appeared before him.
Both the man and Xiao Mengyu shifted their gaze downward, looking at the small, blood-colored dog on the floor that was no taller than thirty centimeters.
Was this—
A Chihuahua?
The blood-colored Chihuahua looked back at the man, then at Xiao Mengyu in front of it, sword in hand.
"Woof—whimper—"
Bang!
It disappeared with its tail between its legs.
The man felt his heart sink.
The ritual had been interrupted, so the summoning of the Two-headed Serpent Demon was unsuccessful; only a blood-colored Chihuahua had been called forth.
—This was trouble!