I did this to protect this family!
To build my courage!
Definitely not because I was afraid of Lin Bai!
Song Jinnan fell silent for a moment, then resolutely took his place in the doorway. Wu Xiuxiu stood beside him, holding a stack of iron bowls.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Seeing someone in the doorway, the players reflexively fired their crossbows. Dozens of bolts struck Song Jinnan and passed straight through him.
He was completely unharmed.
A ghost's constitution left him immune to all physical damage.
Glancing at the densely packed bolts embedded in the ground, Lin Bai sighed inwardly. Only after becoming a Boss had he realized just how troublesome players were.
They stopped at nothing, swarmed him en masse, and couldn't even be killed for good!
If there was anything they feared, it was probably losing levels, dropping equipment, and being imprisoned.
Worst of all, in this game that pursued realism, groups of level-one alts armed with sharp weapons could still hurt high-level NPCs.
What a fucking dog's breakfast!
Life as an NPC was too fucking hard.
Lin Bai reminded him, "Old Song, protection. Justice."
Whoosh!
The bolts passing through his body hadn't hurt him, but they had still infuriated Song Jinnan. Had he been alive, he would have died a second time already. Clearly, he couldn't treat the chosen ones as human beings.
Old Song swept his hand out, sending an iron bowl flying with a whistle through the air.
Bang!
A sharp crack rang out.
A name vanished into the night.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Another volley of bolts.
One bowl!
One volley!
Neither side feared death. They fired at each other face-to-face.
Old Song struck ruthlessly. If he landed a hit, one bowl was enough to take out a fragile level-one player.
Wu Xiuxiu passed him bowls,