One Piece: My Villain Identity Has Been Exposed

Sherlock followed the sound source and noticed the screaming prisoner.

"Singled, what's wrong with you?"

Another prisoner called his name. He was tall and burly, Singhlie, who had half-giant blood, fell to the ground in pain, and his HP continued to drop.

"Someone, someone is stealing my life!"

As he spoke, he began to hammer the ground in pain.

Sherlock was stunned.

I found that the white flowers on Feima's body were scattered with the wind and fell on him. This is a kind of parasitic flower.

If it touches the skin, it will root and sprout immediately, and the stolen vitality will be transmitted to the Host, which is Fermat.

This is the highest state of Feima's healing technique, stealing other people's lives.

Sherlock pulled the parasitic flower from his hand, and the white petals instantly withered.

These prisoners were all his enemies, there was no need to tell them this information, but Sherlock couldn't watch Fermat come alive.

He walked to Feima and punched Feima in the abdomen.

Feima's body disintegrated with the white petals, turned into a blood mist, and filled the air.

Fermat HP=2000.

Sherlock raised his brow slightly, knowing that he was not hitting the body.

But in the field of vision of the game, Feima has nowhere to escape.

Feima seemed to be aware of her situation. She didn't choose to hide, but took the initiative to attack.

The strongest attack is the most powerful defense.

Black thorns suddenly appeared on the ground, piercing Sherlock's body.

"Woodcraft Strangulation!"

Fermat's final blow was also the most deadly blow.

The thorns grew crazily in an instant, locking Sherlock firmly, even if he used Paper Arts to turn his body into thin slices, he could not escape the thorns strangulation.

Every thorn is like a steel thorn, piercing Sherlock's body.

And they appeared without warning, without any sound, and escaped Sherlock's Observation Haki. This feeling was like a curse!

"why?"

Sherlock's mouth overflowed with blood.

He didn't know how Fermat did it.

"Because I used the method of burning my life, strangling sacrifices, you can't escape, you will definitely die."

Feima covered her chest, vomiting blood, a bright red flower bloomed on her chest, and her HP continued to drop.

"It turned out to be the way to die together..."

Sherlock's consciousness gradually blurred, and he regretted not using his hole cards in time, so Pipicia dragged him into the abyss in time.

Escaped the strangulation of the black thorns.

The strangulation of the black thorns is never allowed to return empty-handed, once the opponent loses, they will back the master.

Thorns rushed to Feima's side, surrounded her, pierced all over.

Feima died completely.

Singhlie's pain ceased, and his HP stayed at 8000.

"What happened just now?"

He stood up and asked.

But no one answered him.

In the deep soil.

Sherlock sat slumped on the ground, breathing heavily.

Feima's last trick made him feel scared, and among the remaining 75 people, there must be more pervert than Feima.

How can you win the fight by himself?

"Detecting Host’s negative emotions, does Host want to give up?"

Pipicia stood opposite Sherlock and said solemnly.

"Am I the kind of person who gives up easily?"

Sherlock lay directly on the ground, the pain spread all over his body, strangling by thorns and Ling Chi's execution.

He looked down at the large and small blood holes on his body, and sighed that longer time, it is estimated that the bones will be pierced by thorns.

"It hurts so much, let me rest."

His consciousness became blurred again, but he was awakened by Pipicia's relentless pats.

"Look at this."

Pipicia lifted up a mirror.

Sherlock opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at himself in the mirror.

HP: 500- (continuously declining)

Attacked: Woodcraft·Strangulation, Spirit Poison, Cursing Technique, Restraint Technique, Forgetting Technique, Slow Technique,...

His pupils were dilated, and besides strangling, he didn't even know when he suffered other attacks!

This group of people can accurately attack themselves even when they are completely invisible.

"Calling someone else, you should have died long ago, but you can still be saved, eat it!"

Pipicia was holding a bright red heart, which was still beating, as if it had just left the body.

That's right, it's Feima's heart.

"Isn't it... useful after being contaminated...?"

Sherlock HP has fallen by 300, but his heart still resists doing so.

In this way, what is the difference between him and the monster?

"If you have enough time, it can indeed be made into artifacts and have the ability to heal, but now you have no time. If you don't eat it, you will die."

Pipicia frowned, "Are you willing to die?"

"Of course not!"

Sherlock swallowed his hands against the beating heart.

"You don’t have to have a psychological burden. There is no difference between human heart and animal heart. Cannibals’ favorite food is human heart, and witches and witches all like to eat human heart. Many sacrifices will also use it, really. Must care so much."

Pipicia's comfort did not move Sherlock at all.

"You are not human..."

"After eating it, you can complete self-healing, restore physical strength, continue fighting, gain experience, and brush treasures."

Pipicia reminded himself,

"The talent value is equal to your experience value, which allows you to quickly increase the level of the abyss system. This island also hides a greater threat. Before that, you must become stronger."

It means that these 80 people are just appetizers, and there are even more terrifying monsters waiting for me... Countless terrifying monsters popped up in Sherlock's mind.

Pipicia nodded kissed:

"Because you have taken over the task of the favored one."

"I remember what I said was that I would think about it, but I didn't say that I would definitely pick it up."

Sherlock looked helpless.

"It's okay if you don't answer, you can kill Laubran."

Pipicia pro-analyzed and said,

"Although you won't get any rewards, but you won't encounter unknowable dangers. After killing Laurent, abandon those companions who have done the wishing ceremony and move on, if you can do it."

Sherlock was stunned, he realized the seriousness of the problem.

If he does not take on the task of the beloved and does not lift the curse of the Phoenix City, his companions will not be able to leave here, and the group of monsters created by Laurent, even if killed by himself, will be infinitely reborn.

This city will become a real hell.

Sherlock can kill outsiders and take away a wave of clones through the death of outsiders.

But there is no way to break the curse directly, only the way to explore the mausoleum.

Sherlock took a bite, and the bright red liquid splashed all over his face.

The smell is terrible.

It's terrible!

The smell of blood filled the mouth, and the gastric juice began to roll.

Sherlock almost vomited several times, but forcibly suppressed this nausea urge.

He must live, he cherishes his life more than anyone else.

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