Flames burst from the Double-barreled Shotgun's muzzle. Before the steel pellets inside could spread through the air, they had already struck the old man carrying the bones.
Bang!
The bullets passed straight through his body, leaving a fist-sized bullet mark on the Dungeon wall.
"Physical Immunity?"
Demon Fox was a little surprised, but it made sense after thinking it over.
This old man might have been some kind of ghostly creature too.
The old man was quite embarrassed when several young people suddenly barged into the Dungeon. He had been trying to prepare some defenses. Normally, he came and went without a trace; people would wake up and suddenly find a pile of skeletons in their rooms, scaring them senseless.
In truth, he had carried them over one by one from the burial pit outside the Raiders' camp while everyone was asleep. Once people discovered the process... it was no longer scary.
There was no atmosphere at all.
He snapped, "You young comrades, coming here to deceive and ambush an old comrade like me—is that right? It isn't right! If there's something you want, we can talk it over. Don't just start shooting!"
Bang!
Another Double-barreled Shotgun blast struck the wall.
Lin Tang said regretfully, "So you're physically immune even while talking. Then there's nothing I can do."
Their entire party dealt Physical Damage, so there was nothing they could do to the old man.
Old man:?
"No, it's already merciful enough that I haven't attacked you, and you keep attacking me? I've long abandoned my flesh. This is useless!"
Pfft!
A 4-point Radiation Damage number floated above the old man's head.
Demon Fox's spear stabbed into the old man's body, sending ripples of energy spreading outward.
Demon Fox pulled it out and stabbed him again.
Another 4 points.
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