Game Invasion: A new term for each level

He didn't know if it was a game instance monster or a blatant pervert.

Just see if you get any experience points in a while.

If so, then he has done a service to the people and boosted Pei Fengyan and Yiming's performance.

If not, then it's either a cunning human disguised as a monster.

Those who harm the weak deserve to be killed.

The clown did not react to the [high-powered flashlight].

Even the spider demon emitted white smoke.

The clown jumped down from the trash can and placed the woman, who was still breathing, on top of the pile of corpses.

He flipped his hands over towards Yang Hui to prove that he had nothing in his hands.

He then quickly flipped his hand, and as if by magic, a dagger appeared in his hand.

The clown covered his mouth, feigning surprise, and pointed to the knife in his hand.

The dagger softened again, like rubber.

He looked at the other person expectantly.

Yang Hui watched the clown's performance with his hands in his pockets, his expression completely blank.

The clown made a mournful face, crumpled the dagger into a ball, and threw it at Yang Hui.

It floats lightly, like a crumpled piece of paper.

But while in the air, it suddenly transforms back into a sharp knife!

call out!

Yang Hui tilted his head slightly, and the dagger grazed his cheek.

It landed behind him, making a tinkling sound.

"The performance is over? That's it?"

Yang Hui swayed his body and then shot forward explosively.

The clown was clearly flustered. He swung his right hand, his five fingers digging into the wall like dough, and flung it forcefully!

The wall was thrown between the two of them like water.

He looked relieved.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Hui had arrived!

With practiced ease, cross your legs, step forward with your right foot, twist your waist and thrust your elbow!

This routine has been practiced countless times at Songfeng Martial Arts Club.

The concrete suddenly hardened, becoming half a meter thick, extending from the wall and blocking the two people.

But then there was a loud bang!

Dust flew up from the walls, and pieces exploded out.

A hole was forcibly blasted into a wall that was half a meter thick.

The clown's eyes widened, and he met Yang Hui's gaze through the opening.

Then I saw the other person blink once.

Did she wink at me?

boom!

The clown's head snapped back, and he was sent flying backward.

He straightened up from the ground, but fortunately, there was a wall between them.

Although it blew open a hole the size of a human head, it was the Joker's last line of psychological defense.

A golden light flashed by!

boom!

Then a loud crash came from the wall!

It was like a thunderclap.

The concrete walls crumbled inch by inch, like a fragile glass dome.

The debris from the explosion scattered all over the ground. Yang Hui walked out step by step, holding a flashlight in one hand.

The clown forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and said, "I made a mistake! Arrest me!"

Yang Hui said calmly, "There's no such thing as a free lunch. How many people have you killed?"

"Murder? I rarely kill! I only kill one a week!"

"It's all that woman's fault tonight! Every time I try to kill her, someone jumps out and stops me! If I just killed her, wouldn't everything be fine?!"

The clown's face contorted as he looked at the woman lying dying on the pile of corpses.

As if by magic, he produced another dagger.

He had already recognized the gap between himself and Yang Hui. In his worldview, the weak should submit to the strong.

The clown didn't dare to lay a hand on Yang Hui, so he pounced on the woman instead!

Yang Hui was even faster, and the scattered arcs of electricity beneath his feet flashed twice.

Its form transformed into black lines.

He was kicked flying.

The clown's back slammed into a hard wall, his flesh hitting it with a dull thud.

Yang Hui lunged forward and slammed his head against the wall.

Click!

That's the sound of a skull cracking slightly.

He coughed up blood, which made his red lipstick even more vibrant.

Yang Hui has roughly determined that this clown is probably not a monster from a game instance.

His physical strength is about the same as that of an average person.

His values ​​are distorted, he is mentally unstable, and he may have a job during the day that barely makes ends meet.

His life was traumatized, so he killed someone once a week to satisfy his perverse desires.

Yang Hui first checked the woman's injuries. Her trachea was ruptured, and she was only clinging to life by a strong will to survive.

Her eyes were filled with excitement and longing, her body convulsed, and blood gushed from her mouth.

"Help...help me."

Her limbs were broken, her wrists and Achilles tendons were slashed, and she even had a knife stabbed in the heart.

She was already beyond saving; her injuries were only held together by her willpower. If she relaxed even for a moment, she would instantly pass away.

Yang Hui had no recovery items on him and could not delay the situation for even a moment.

He tried contacting Xu Qinglan, but received no reply.

But Yang Hui knew this was almost a futile effort.

"Sorry I'm late."

Yang Hui turned his head to the side, and the woman noticed the sorrow in his eyes.

She was like a drowning survivor, agitated and panicked, coughing out a few syllables:

"Why...why didn't you save...save me?"

----

The woman's name was Ye Qing.

Earlier tonight.

She led the little boy with his schoolbag along the dimly lit road.

She was dressed provocatively with a low neckline, heavy makeup, cheap high heels, and black stockings from a convenience store.

Ye Qing was a little tired from walking, so she took the little boy's hand and leaned against the alleyway, lighting a cigarette.

The little boy said, "My mom says smoking is bad."

Ye Qing scoffed, "Then your mother must have lived a very good life and never experienced anything unpleasant."

"This doesn't seem to be my home," the little boy said, bewildered.

Upon hearing this, Ye Qing gently wrapped her arms around his neck and placed him against her legs to prevent him from running away.

She kidnapped this from somewhere else.

Her experiences are just the same old story.

She was picked up by an old man in a toilet shortly after she was born and taken home.

The old man went to school for a few years and named her Ye Qing.

He raised her to the age of 9 through a scrap yard, the year the old man suddenly died of a heart attack.

"You must live well..." These were the old man's last words.

She has no home.

He wandered around, scavenging for food in the trash.

One day, a middle-aged man led her home from the roadside, and she thought it was her new home.

However, a week later, because of his good looks, the middle-aged man couldn't resist.

Ye Qing knew nothing at the time, living in a dark and gloomy basement, leading a hellish life.

Her only thought at the time was to stay alive.

That year she was 18 years old. A middle-aged man brought home a woman and discovered Ye Qing.

She wanted Ye Qing to leave, but they saw her. In the ensuing scuffle, Ye Qing accidentally hit the back of her head on the corner of a table and died.

The middle-aged man also wanted Ye Qing dead, but he failed.

When she plunged the scissors into his chest, she lost her home once again.

From then on, she frequented the red-light district, resorting to any means necessary to survive.

Ye Qing saved up a lot of money and tried to unlock the entries.

It's just a white entry; its effect is to slightly confuse other people's senses.

The distance was short, the intensity was average, and it had almost no effect; she also didn't have any way to make it work.

She heard about child trafficking from someone else.

She succeeded after a few tries.

Selling the little boy might allow me to sleep soundly for three days.

Smoke swirled around, and crimson lights flickered on and off.

suddenly!

The little boy pointed deep into the alley and said, "The circus clown!"

Ye Qing followed her gaze and saw a red nose faintly visible in the darkness.

The clown slowly emerged from the darkness, grinning quietly.

A silent fear spread through Ye Qing's heart.

She suddenly pushed the little boy in her arms and turned to run away.

She used the little boy as bait, hoping to slow down the clown.

As long as I can survive, anything is fine.

A throwing knife slit her throat.

Ye Qing staggered as another throwing knife pierced her heart from behind.

She fell, and the clown, dragging the little boy with one hand and her ankle with the other, walked to the end of the alley.

Ye Qing struggled frantically. Her strong will to survive prevented her from sitting idly by and waiting to die. Her fingernails dug into the ground, leaving bloody marks.

The clown, finding it too troublesome, broke her wrists and ankles.

They then dealt with the little boy first.

Ye Qing lay face up, head tilted back, blood flowing from her mouth to her forehead. Her eyes stared blankly out of the alley, desperately hoping someone would come to save her.

Whenever she saw someone passing by outside the alley, her will to live would bring that person back.

Driven by the instinct for survival, her entries, in terms of both distance and intensity, far exceeded the norm.

In their view, it was like being trapped in a maze, always ending up back at this alleyway.

But no one can defeat the Joker.

They were dragged back one by one, and various deaths unfolded before Ye Qing's eyes.

The desire to live grew stronger in my heart.

So many people died!

She absolutely cannot die!

Her vision blurred, and she seemed to hear an old man whispering softly in her ear.

"You must live well..."