Online Game: Crazy Skeleton

"Don’t worry, we’re all law-abiding citizens; we have no intention of hurting you and your daughter. As long as you cooperate, everything will be fine."

After dropping those words, the man in the duckbill cap led his men into the living room, heading straight for Su Ran’s bedroom.

"Whoosh—"

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed by. Before the man in the duckbill cap could react, he was hit hard, sent flying, and crashed violently against the wall. He grunted and promptly fainted.

"Big brother!"

"What the hell was that?"

"Not good, big brother’s fainted!"

The brawny men were dumbfounded by the scene and completely stunned. Meanwhile, Su Ran’s mother watched the familiar black shadow with a mix of surprise and disbelief. She was excited and covered her mouth tightly, fearful of causing any more unnecessary trouble.

However, before they could process what had just happened, the dark whirlwind flashed again. The men didn’t even have time to dodge, successively being hit and thumping onto the ground, clutching their stomachs and convulsing in pain, their faces twisted out of shape. One was even worse off, spewing a mouthful of blood.

"This is cursed..."

The two sturdy men guarding Su Ran’s mother turned as white as sheets, their eyes wide with horror and the iron rods in their hands started trembling slightly as panic set in. They had never seen anything this eerie in their lives!

As for Su Ran’s mother, she seized the opportunity while the two men were distracted, quietly retreating a few steps and slipping toward the kitchen.

But those two men had no time to pay attention to this woman, their eyes fixated ahead, afraid of being implicated. If it weren’t for the fact that their boss was still unconscious inside, they would have already fled.

Suddenly.

"You bastards, get out of my house this instant!"

Su Ran’s mother, clutching a gleaming kitchen knife, ran out and started slashing, her movements as wild as a madwoman’s.

"Damn!"

"When did this shrew manage to escape!"

The two strong men were filled with regret. Having a hostage might have provided some safety, but now, faced with the woman’s desperate manner of attack, even they felt threatened.

"Crazy woman, are you looking for death?"

The man closest to Su Ran’s mother swung his iron rod with full force. The rod, much longer than the kitchen knife, would have caused serious harm had it connected; Su Ran’s mother was in grave danger!

But at that critical moment, the black shadow suddenly lunged out, striking his arm and producing a ’crack’—his arm broke on the spot. Unable to hold the iron rod, it fell to the ground, nearly hitting his hand with Su Ran’s mother’s wildly swung knife.

The brawny man groaned in pain, cradling his severely twisted arm and stumbling back several steps. Terrified by the frenzied slashing of the kitchen knife, he no longer cared who his boss was, and began to run, enduring the agony, leaving everyone behind.

"Whoosh!"

The black shadow struck once more, exhibiting terrifying speed that the eyes couldn’t even catch. The remaining strong man wisely dropped his iron rod to the ground, thus sparing himself the impending pain. The black shadow circled around him several times until his hair stood on end, and then it darted back to the bedroom.

Once the harrowing sound of wind dissipated, the man’s legs gave out, and he fell to the ground, gasping for air, his clothes soaked through.

"Get lost, all of you, get out of here!"

Seeing that the thugs had been dealt with, Su Ran’s mother’s anger subsided substantially. She brandished the bright knife, her confidence bolstered by the weapon at her side, but unwilling to strike a person when they’re down, she issued an order to leave.

"Alright, alright, we’re leaving. Today, we admit defeat. Brothers, let’s go!"

The man in the duckbill cap was awakened by his subordinates, clutching his agonizing abdomen as he struggled to his feet and fled with his few men in a despondent retreat.

As for those iron rods, they all became the spoils of this battle, which would later serve well as door props.

"Phew!"

Su Ran’s mother closed the door tightly, secured the anti-theft lock, and then heaved a deep sigh of relief, not even noticing the kitchen knife slipping from her hand.

After a while, Su Ran’s mother finally came to her senses, picked up the kitchen knife, and cleaned up the pool of blood with a mop, casting a complicated look at the firmly shut bedroom door. She sighed, then turned back to the kitchen.

However,

Su Ran was blissfully unaware of all this, having narrowly avoided disaster in his confusion. His focus was entirely on the players’ corpses. Ahem, correction, the corpses scattered all around like strewn gold, delighting in the unbridled collection of souls.

Facing the relentless onslaught of players, both Yin Si and the Drought Fiend had long since tired of the slaughter, and even their magical energy was depleted. As for the Crimson King Snake, being a soul entity, it drew energy directly from the Demon-sealing Platform, not feeling the slightest bit fatigued, its frenzy intensifying with each kill.

"Old Dragon, if you don’t show up soon, I’m not serving anymore!"

Seeing the endless horde of humans that refused to die, Yin Si’s patience was thoroughly worn thin. Annoyed, he shouted at the coffin above, yet his attacks became even sharper.

"Crack."

As if responding to Yin Si’s call, the ancient Beast King’s Coffin cracked open ever so slightly, large streams of black mist spilling out and condensing into shape. The spectral Five-clawed Bone Dragon King manifested once more.

"Awoo~!"

The Bone Dragon King had just made its entrance, letting out an enormous howl. The shockwave blasted through the crowd of players, hurling several bodies through the air.

"Damn it!"

"Fuck, the Undead Bone Dragon has woken up again!"

"Screw this, whoever wants to die, go ahead. I quit!"

The appearance of the Bone Dragon King acted as the final straw, precipitating a complete meltdown among the players. Countless beams of white light appeared as the majority of players hesitated not a moment before teleporting back to the city. In an instant, the vastness of Demonic Treasure Mountain became significantly emptier.

Caught off guard by such a swift turn of events, Shuxin had no chance to intervene, and the swarm of players vanished from her sight. She was left with only about a hundred players by her side, standing awkwardly as they exchanged uncomfortable glances.

"Damn it!"

Shuxin’s face was ashen, she gnashed her teeth in silent rage, slamming her Lava Greatsword into the ground. It carved a fissure on the surface, venting her fury before she hatefully declared, "Since you’ve chosen not to be righteous, don’t blame me for being unjust. Deserting in the face of the enemy is a breach of contract; bear the consequences yourselves!"

"Boss Shu, what should we do now? The tide has turned; I advise you to accept it and just give up," said a guild leader of a small community, clearly having lost any desire to continue the siege.

"Heh."

Shuxin hefted the Lava Greatsword onto her shoulder, her pretty face ice-cold and exuding lethal intent. She retorted with a cold laugh, "Give up? It’s good that you’re leaving. Cough up all the money you’ve taken from me. Did you think the system contract was signed for nothing?"

"Boss Shu, that’s hardly fair. I’m only trying to help. You can’t just leave me in the lurch after crossing the river, can you?"

The guild leader appeared offended, seemingly riled by Shuxin’s words. However, contemplating the value of money, he chose not to quarrel further with her and tactfully stopped discussing withdrawal.

"Good to know you’re sensible!"

Shuxin glanced expressionlessly at the man, then shifted her gaze onto the Undead skeleton, murmuring, "Don’t celebrate too soon. We’ll see who gets the last laugh in this final gamble. Just wait and watch!"