There's a big problem with dreams in this world.

"almost."

Predicting the position between the chandelier at the top of the opera house and the black mist monster, Lu Qing threw out the Ripper Knife.

The throwing knife sliced ​​through the air, its tail thread wrapping around the metal rod in the center of the chandelier. Lu Qing pulled hard with her arm, and the sharp thread instantly cut the metal rod off.

Originally, she planned to cut the metal rod in half with a throwing knife, but after thinking about it, Lu Qing decided to use a silk thread to pull it apart, which was a safer method.

After all, she hadn't tested the power of throwing a knife with all her might. If it were a wooden stick, she wouldn't hesitate, but metal...

In Lu Qing's mind, metal is not a fragile object, and she was not very confident that she could break it with just a throwing knife.

"boom!"

After emitting a tooth-grinding wail, the metal rod was severed by the threads of the Ripper's throwing knife and fell from the sky.

The black mist monster, which was struggling to writhe below, was not able to react at all before being hit by the huge chandelier from the air. After letting out a scream, it was pressed under the metal chandelier.

"Little Rou!"

At this point, no reminder was needed; Fang Qingrou was already prepared the moment she saw the chandelier fall.

Seeing the black mist monster hit by the chandelier, he immediately raised his greatsword and charged forward.

"Leaping Slash!"

Fang Qingrou leaped into the air, wielding the cursed greatsword. The flat, wide blade struck the black mist monster's body solidly, instantly creating a huge wound.

Just as the cursed greatsword wounded the black mist monster, a dark gray light suddenly shone from the blade, indicating that the power of the curse had invaded the wound.

"Attack those masks!" Lu Qing shouted from the crossbeam.

The black mist monster was slashed by Fang Qingrou's sword. Although the wound looked gruesome, Lu Qing felt that the damage was not actually fatal.

If that's the case, why not try attacking the mask on the other person's face?

Isn't that how it usually is? Weaknesses are usually found in rather special locations.

Upon hearing Lu Qing's words, Fang Qingrou picked up the greatsword again and slashed at the nearest blood-red mask.

"Crack!"

The sharp greatsword slammed into the mask, and a violent tremor traveled from the sword to Fang Qingrou's palm. The mask actually deflected Fang Qingrou's greatsword!

Feeling her numb hands, Fang Qingrou became even more convinced that this was the black mist monster's weakness. She glanced at the tiny crack on the mask, gritted her teeth, and slashed at it with her sword again!

"Crack!"

The crack widened, and at the same time, an angry breathing sound reached Fang Qingrou's ears.

But she didn't pay attention, or rather, she didn't notice, and raised her greatsword to strike the mask again.

"boom!"

The mask shattered completely, and a twisted, blood-red face roared out from the wreckage before exploding in mid-air.

An angry feeling surged in Fang Qingrou's mind. She suddenly became extremely angry, so angry that she wanted to kill the person who had provoked her anger on the spot. And that person was... herself!

"Little Rou!"

When Lu Qing saw the blood-red face fly out of the mask, an ominous premonition rose in her heart. Almost at the same time as she thought this, a message came from the notice board.

Shanara's anger stemmed from her stubborn refusal to see the old man, which prevented her from learning of his illness until his death. Overwhelmed by rage, she was consumed by it all. At this moment, the mask of anger has been removed, but the monster residing within it will seek its next target...

Lu Qing finished reading the information on the notice board in almost an instant. She was shocked and looked down at Fang Qingrou, who was standing blankly on the black mist monster as if she had lost consciousness.

Only then did Lu Qing understand why this black mist monster wasn't very strong.

Because the opponent's strength lies not in its true form, which is like black mist, but in its mask!

"Damn it."

Lu Qing stamped her foot anxiously. Her position was too high. Not to mention that she had already used the Fiorentina Eagle card, even if she hadn't, there was nothing like hay below for her to use Leap of Faith.

At that moment, Fang Qingrou below moved. Her body stiffened as she reached for the short knife at her waist. After pulling out the knife, she slowly moved it toward her neck.

"Grass!"

She blurted out a curse, and in her haste, a bold idea popped into Lu Qing's mind.

She swiftly threw the Ripper Knives, which pierced the interiors of two stone pillars, with a transparent thread connecting the ends of the two knives.

"It has to succeed!"

Lu Qing muttered nervously, then threw two more throwing knives, until all six knives were placed on the stone pillar.

It wasn't that she didn't want to decorate more, it's just that she couldn't throw anything down there anymore, and time didn't allow her to continue decorating.

"Huff... Inhale... Huff..."

Her heart was pounding. Lu Qing glanced at the terrifying height below, pushed off with her feet, and lunged towards the silk thread.

"Little Rou!"

As she jumped, Lu Qing shouted, and Fang Qingrou below paused her hand that was moving toward her neck after hearing Lu Qing's voice.

She reached out her finger and hooked the silk thread. A resistance came, which slowed Lu Qing's descent in the air by a little.

But that was the limit of the thread. The next moment, the throwing knives stuck at both ends fell off the stone pillar because they could not support Lu Qing's weight.

Reaching out and grabbing the next thread, Lu Qing slowed her descent further before falling towards the third and final thread.

At this point, only about 6 meters of height remained between the bottom of the opera house and the very bottom.

"boom!"

As she landed, she quickly rolled to her feet, feeling a tightness in her internal organs.

"Cough cough."

Coughing twice, Lu Qing threw a throwing knife, knocking the short sword from Fang Qingrou's hand.

The signboard suddenly trembled, and a line of text appeared on the wooden signboard.

[Dagger throwing skill proficiency increased by 20%!]

[Current skill: Dagger Throw 100% (White)]

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Chapter 112: The Black Mist Dissipates

Lu Qing was slightly taken aback, not expecting that her dagger throwing skill would reach its maximum proficiency at this moment.

However, this kind of thing doesn't seem to be surprising, since even if the sign shows that her skill proficiency is full, she won't experience any special changes.

This isn't like skill upgrades in a novel, where the protagonist automatically upgrades along with the character's attributes after the skills on the panel are upgraded.

However, it's not that it doesn't help at all. Once the skills on the panel are fixed, even if Lu Qing doesn't use them for a long time, her proficiency won't decrease due to rustiness.

Lu Qing had noticed this before. You see, she hadn't used throwing knives and daggers for a long time, but her skill proficiency hadn't decreased at all.

The moment I touched the weapon again, my touch was still as skillful as ever.

Lu Qing quickly arrived in front of Fang Qingrou, cupped her face in her hands, and kneaded it forcefully twice.

"Xiaorou, wake up!"

Lu Qing noticed that Fang Qingrou had stiffened for a moment because of her words, so she wanted to try to wake her up with words.

A glint of light flashed in Fang Qingrou's eyes, but she didn't reply. Instead, she looked at the short sword that had been knocked away by the throwing knife.

"Is that not allowed?"

Lu Qing lowered her hands. Relying solely on words had some effect, but it was not significant and could not awaken Fang Qingrou at all.

Looking around, Lu Qing picked up a leather belt that someone had dropped and used it to tie Fang Qingrou up.

During this time, they observed the black mist monster's movements from time to time. However, because the chandelier was too heavy, the black mist monster wriggled many times but never managed to get up.

"Finally tied up."

Releasing her grip on the belt, Lu Qing looked at Fang Qingrou, whose pupils had lost focus, and felt a headache coming on.

I don't know if it will recover later.

Actually, she originally planned to knock Fang Qingrou unconscious, but unfortunately, she didn't have the skill to knock people out.

As a modern person who knows a little about everything, she still knows that the method of knocking someone unconscious by hitting their neck hard in the movie requires a certain skill.

After confirming that everything was alright, Lu Qing pulled out the mithril dagger and walked towards the remaining three masks on the black mist monster.

"Quack quack!"

Vein flapped its wings and flew over, landing on Lu Qing's shoulder, its vertical pupils fixed on the black mist monster on the ground.

“Gah, I want to devour this guy,” Wayne said.

"Ok?"

Lu Qing looked at Wei Yin with suspicion and asked, "You can devour this kind of thing?"

"Of course!"

Wayne puffed out his chest and said, "Negative emotions are such low-level energy; they're just sustenance for me."

"Then why didn't you come out before?" Lu Qing asked.

"Because I can't beat this guy, huh!" Wayne said shamelessly.

"This guy's skin is getting thicker and thicker," Lu Qing thought to herself, speechless.

After stopping, Lu Qing looked at Fang Qingrou and asked Wei Yin, "Is Xiaorou's problem serious?"

Wayne turned to look at Fang Qingrou and said casually:

"It's nothing serious, just some negative emotions that have escaped. It won't take long for me to recover."

"Is there any way I can avoid being disturbed?" Lu Qing asked.

She had already seen Fang Qingrou's condition. Although she knew that her mental strength was higher than Fang Qingrou's, she didn't know exactly how much higher.

Therefore, she lacked confidence in the face of the mental interference from the mask.

"If you can't avoid it, just tough it out," Wayne said, seemingly unconcerned about the mental interference.

"........"

Shutting her mouth, Lu Qing decided to temporarily stop talking to this stinky bird.