This card game is kind of weird

Chapter 242 Artifact Spirit
Fang Qingyan and Zhang Feiqi, who had serious expressions on their faces, were immediately amused by his words, and several inappropriate laughter sounded in the quiet office.

Chen Dasheng was not angry either, he casually put the wine glass on the armrest of the sofa, and smiled disdainfully at Wednesday: "When death is imminent, I will let you scream, otherwise there will be no chance in the future..."

After finishing speaking, the three heads on his shoulders spit out several strands of blood-red silk threads from his mouth at the same time, and then went straight to Wednesday's neck and wrapped them around it!

Wednesday squinted his eyes slightly, took a few steps back to avoid the attack, and slashed at the pile of red silk threads with the black gold battle ax in his hand.

These silk threads were much softer than he expected, and after being cut off, they fell on the blade of the battle axe, but they entangled the blade tightly like a dog's skin drug.

Now it's a little troublesome!

It looked like the blade of the battle ax was wrapped in a piece of red cloth...

Things started getting difficult on Wednesday, how could I kill someone?

Just when he was hesitant to use the short knife to cut off the pile of silk thread wrapped around the ax blade, a puff of red smoke rose from the ax blade. At first glance, it looked like a piece of meat in the shape of a human face Something from the blade of the axe!

This...is this a weapon spirit?
The flesh of the human face protruded from the dense red silk thread, followed by a strong bloody smell, and a cold feeling of unknown origin.

As the appearance of the weapon spirit became more and more obvious, the row of jagged ghost teeth behind the ax blade opened!
Wednesday clearly felt that the tomahawk in his hand began to vibrate slightly. The weapon spirit turned around and blinked curiously through the red silk threads covering his face: "What are you trying to tie me up with? Go away!"

The unsmooth speaking voice did not affect his effect. The ghost teeth all stood up as if they had awakened.

The sharp teeth were like sharp knives, instantly cutting off all the red threads wrapped around the ax blade, and the weapon spirit emerged directly from the ax blade!

He looked like a top-heavy big-headed doll, with no hair on his round head, floating above the ax blade like a balloon, looking at the shocked Chen Dasheng, he opened his mouth and laughed. : "This thing is fun!"

Suddenly, there was a very strong tugging sensation in the palm of Wednesday, as if the whole black gold battle ax was pulling him forward.

By the time he reacted, the battle ax blade was already standing in front of Chen Dasheng.

This big-headed son is really energetic... Zhou Zhou muttered something softly and quickly followed.

Qi Ling didn't seem to understand what he said, but instead seemed very interested in these three heads, staring at him with black eyes with almost no whites.

This expression is almost indistinguishable from that of a baby seeing a toy for the first time.

"Hee hee...it should be delicious, right? Hee hee..."

When the manifest Qi Ling faced a new toy, he didn't even bother to ask Wednesday's own wishes. He brought the whole battle ax...to the head in the middle of Chen Dasheng.

What is very strange is that, judging from the wound, the head was not chopped off at all, but was directly ripped off by something!The wounds are very jagged!

At this time, the weapon spirit has not yet evolved its own limbs, and Genmu cannot catch this new toy. He can only watch it fall to the ground, saying with some frustration: "No... this is a lie..."

Zhou Zhou tried to reach out and touch the bald head of Qi Ling. Feeling the icy chill coming from his fingertips, he said: "I said... the kid is really in his belly..."

Chen Dasheng, who had already lost a head, changed his expression, turned around and ran towards the door.

A gust of wind blew by, and the door of the office was immediately locked tightly. The countless ghost teeth on the blade of the ax were like a mouth, biting Chen Dasheng's arm fiercely.

"Don't run, play with me!"

The entire black gold tomahawk had almost escaped Wednesday's control. He tried to let go and found that the tomahawk had not fallen to the ground at all.Instead, it seemed as if it was controlled by the weapon spirit. The attack speed was very fast, and it only took a few hits to cut off Chen Dasheng's limbs.

Qi Ling was aiming back and forth at his abdomen.

The blade of the black gold battle ax slashed deeply into Chen Dasheng's stomach. After a burst of frenzied stirring, he soon found a frightened head in his stomach!

"Let me go! I admit defeat! Don't kill me!"

No matter how carefree he appears on the surface, once his own life is in danger, Chen Dasheng will only show the appearance of a villain who is greedy for life and afraid of death!
On Wednesday, I could only shake my head regretfully: "Should I say it or not, the game you set up is meaningless. Once this little guy becomes addicted to playing...it's not the kind of player who just hits it and leaves..."

Chen Dasheng glared at Wednesday with resentment, his whole face began to swell, and then suddenly sprayed a mouthful of black blood at him!

Qi Ling stood in front of Wednesday impartially, and was spattered with black blood, but instead of being hurt, he smiled even more happily.

"Delicious! Is there any more?"

Seeing that the countdown was less than 5 minutes away, Zhang Feiqi helped Fang Qingyan move the big bookshelf away, and found that there was indeed a deep hole there, and hurried behind Wednesday and said eagerly: "Don't fight with him... It's almost time! Use the golden mace to poke his eyebrows! Hurry up!"

On Wednesday, he pulled out the golden mace from behind, strode forward, and stabbed the golden mace into Chen Dasheng's eyebrows in two or three strokes!A black mist emanated from the wound... Chen Dasheng's head kept screaming, and he cursed bitterly at Zhang Feiqi: "You meddle in your own business, you trash! Die badly!"

His head was like a worn-out leather ball, which instantly turned gray and shriveled. ,

The black gold battle ax returned steadily to Wednesday's hands, and Qi Ling's round head burrowed into the axe blade while moaning a few times in tears. child.

The three of them walked along the deep hole behind the bookshelf.

This deep hole is like a passage dug out by humans. It can barely walk upright. It obviously doesn't have any lighting facilities, but it is not dark.

Zhou Zhou walked ahead to clear the way with his gold mace in hand. Suddenly, a bright light appeared in front of his eyes. After passing a corner, three people stood in a pure white room.

This should be the last place to leave the copy.

There was only one sofa in the pure white room, and a countdown was hung on the opposite wall. The clock showed that they had 2 minutes until they left the copy.

Wednesday weighed the mace in his hand and looked at Zhang Feiqi with a serious expression he had never seen before: "You seem to be very familiar with this mace."

(End of this chapter)