The four bandits appeared again, with the same actions and the same words.
Chen Lin watched the four with interest, studying them carefully.
There was no difference from before.
People he had killed with his own hands had appeared again. It felt like a game scenario resetting, and it was deeply strange.
"What are you here to rob?"
Chen Lin asked, his expression blank.
"People! Huh? No, you're not the one!"
The short-haired bandit chief raised his Ghost Head Saber and was about to charge when confusion suddenly crossed his face. He stopped and looked the three of them up and down.
This change left Chen Lin looking thoughtful.
It seemed that this place was not entirely predetermined. These people possessed minds of their own and could alter the course of events to a certain extent.
With that in mind, he continued probing. "Since you've mistaken us for someone else, please step aside!"
"Step aside?"
The bandit chief glared and snapped, "No one has ever dared tell this Great King to step aside! Rob him! Drag him back to be my bandit bride!"
With that, he charged forward, howling.
Chen Lin sighed. He had wanted to tease out more information, but these fellows were so impulsive that they attacked at the slightest disagreement.
Left with no choice, he cast the Fire Dragon Spell, intending to burn the chief to death before seeing whether he could interrogate the other three bandits for anything useful.
Then shock crossed Chen Lin's face.
After the Fire Dragon Spell struck the bandit chief, the man charged on as if he felt nothing. In an instant, he was upon Chen Lin, bringing his saber down!
"You're courting death!"
Before Chen Lin could act, Grass sent out a streak of sword light from beside him, cleaving the