flstandardbreds Chapter 352 Death Fight and Deception
Chapter 352 Death Fight and Deception
"Robin of the Night's Watch, ha, you are both talented and daring."
"As expected, the guys whose names I've heard of are not simple characters."
Ever since his identity was exposed.
This was the first time the fortune teller showed obvious emotion in his speech.
Looking at the white mist dissipating around him, the fortune teller's voice was filled with obvious and unusual anger.
Taking this opportunity, Zhi Geng seemed to recover a little and struggled to get up from the ground.
Blood dripped down her arm, but Zhigeng was completely unaware.
"If you were here in your true form, my plan wouldn't succeed. You are a fortune teller, after all," she whispered. "But you're only in a possessed form, and you only have a compass."
“That’s why I succeed.”
Upon hearing this, the fortune teller sneered, "Success? Do you really think you can make me fail?"
"Even if I only have [Xun Jin], even if I use this 'First Level' body...if you want to die, I can still grant your wish."
Zhigen nodded calmly: "Yes, but I said, you can't get the soul of the Lord of Kirishima."
"A demigod's complete half-soul, voluntarily shed... is extremely precious even to a being like you."
"And by some chance, the original Floyd trapped it here. Such a good thing will definitely be hard to come by again."
"People in the organization say you're arrogant, and they're absolutely right."
Robin's voice was still weak, but very firm: "I don't intend to kill you, I can't do it...but I will do what I can."
The fortune teller stared at Zhi Geng for a full five seconds: "It seems you really want to die."
Zhi Geng shook his head: "No, I will still try my best to survive... In your current state, it shouldn't be easy to kill me, right?"
"All I need to do next is 'leave the instance'."
The fortune teller looked at the determined Robin and shook his head slightly.
"As expected, the focus of you Night Watchmen is on the Psychology Society."
"If it were a third level of 'Order', they would never say such a thing."
"But no matter what...I'm really being looked down upon."
Robin looked at the fortune teller and asked, "What do you mean?"
The fortune teller said nothing, but threw the compass into the air.
"Shh-"
Around the fortune teller, white symbols dissipated like bursting bubbles.
Then the fortune teller spoke.
"I'm returning this girl's body to you—it's my appreciation and reward for your courage and wisdom!"
After saying this, the fortune teller closed his eyes.
Max's body lost all vitality, fell from mid-air, and landed in front of Zhigeng.
Robin picked up Max's body, and then suddenly heard the sound again.
"Next, it's the punishment for disobeying me..."
A male voice sounded from the end of the fog. The voice was very special, warm and gentle with a hint of clarity, like a broadcaster from the last century.
"Robin, you will die in despair."
The words rang out like a verdict, and a strong wind suddenly arose, temporarily dispersing all the fog that had swept across the island.
A fishing boat was floating above the island.
A man in a navy blue robe sat at the bow. He had short silver hair but looked extremely young.
Behind him stood a long banner, under which hung a string of copper bells and copper coins.
The banner was covered in cursive calligraphy, which evoked a dark humor: "Down with all monsters and demons."
The white-haired young man looked down and reached out to catch the compass that had just been thrown high into the air.
"The marshland is dense and the water is trapped."
The compass turns.
The whistling white mist that had originally dispersed in all directions and "escaped" from the wine cellar was pulled back upstream and finally gathered in the man's hands.
Zhi Geng looked at the man in the air with a bitter expression.
"You actually... came here in person!"
The man in mid-air was none other than the fortune teller—and he was the real one.
"You don't understand me at all," the fortune teller whispered, pinching the dancing mist in his hand. "Since I've calculated that there might be an accident, and this thing is so important to me, of course I can't help but come here as a final insurance policy."
"After all... as soon as 'Floyd' dies, the island's restrictions on me will be lifted."
"Although forcibly invading the [copy] requires some cost, it is worth it."
"It turns out that I was right again."
He said it lightly, then looked down at Robin.
"Very good, it seems that you have realized that you are doing useless work."
"Then... you can go die."
The fortune teller said it very easily.
Robin was indeed somewhat desperate.
Of course she didn't want to die, but... she knew very well that the current situation was a dead end.
Even though she is not weak among the third-level players, she is almost in the first tier.
But the man in front of him was the one standing at the top of all the players!
If he were to kill himself...
Robin exhaled.
"Then let's give it a try, Mr. Fortune Teller."
In the face of life and death, Zhigeng once again adjusted his mentality.
"I won't try to survive next, but I will try to hold you back... The price of invading the dungeon, the price of exposing myself here, may not kill you, but I will definitely make you very uncomfortable."
As Zhigeng spoke, he cut open his other palm with a utility knife.
The fortune teller looked up.
"Very courageous—it seems that he is indeed a worthy opponent."
He stood up from the bow and took down the string of copper coins hanging there.
"Robin of the Night's Watch, I will give you a glorious death worthy of you!"
The fortune teller spoke loudly, and Zhigeng opened his arms to prepare for the attack.
At this critical moment.
"Hey Hey hey!"
A voice sounded from behind Zhi Geng.
The fortune teller and Robin turned around and saw a somewhat unexpected figure.
The girl with dyed blonde hair put one hand on her hip and waved with the other.
"Boss, give me some face... I can use this woman!"
"Let's capture him alive, okay?"
The fortune teller looked at the girl below, stunned for a moment before sighing and saying, "Don't be ridiculous, Ah Yu... If we let her go now and leave the dungeon world, how can we capture her alive?"
The figure that appeared below was none other than the Yanjing deputy minister of the 'Predator', 'Ayu'!
But immediately, the fortune teller suddenly realized that something was wrong.
He pinched his fingers quickly, his face changed slightly, and he raised his hand and shouted.
"shock!"
"Crack!"
The lightning struck where A Yu was standing, but it missed.
"Illusion? I was fooled!"
The fortune teller's eyes widened in surprise as he watched the disappearing phantom.
He only saw a small octopus quickly rushing out from the crevice of the rock, and at a speed that was inconsistent with its body size, it rushed directly to the edge of the island and jumped into the sea!
When the fortune teller came to his senses again...
Even Zhigeng's figure disappeared!