Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Where is this?"

"Am I not under a control spell?"

Singo woke up suddenly. He first looked down at his body and found that he was completely unscathed. Then he looked around.

What came into view was a messy testing ground, with pieces of flesh and broken bodies everywhere, and the ground was covered in thick blood, which even reached his ankles.

In front of him was a heavy metal bed with mottled blood stains on it, and the innate warrior was firmly fixed on it.

He looked to his side again warily.

And the body belonging to Steamed Bun had fallen into a pool of blood, as silently as a dead corpse.

Singo felt a little confused again. The mage possessing the steamed bun easily killed the three of them. He was in his own lair and had no foreign enemies. How could he disappear for no reason?

"Did that 'Wagnerd' disappear?"

"Did the spell end? Or is there some other reason?"

There seemed to be a vague figure floating out of the demon soul pot and pouring into this body.

Singo exclaimed:

"Steamed bun?"

The body of the steamed bun first trembled slightly with its fingers, then opened its eyes, supported it with both arms, and sat up with difficulty in the pool of blood.

"This place is so disgusting. It's so slimy."

Steamed Bun complained with disgust on his face.

However, when he raised his head slightly, he saw Singo drawing the bowstring fully, aiming an armor-piercing arrow at his forehead.

“I’m such a steamed bun——”

Singo was unmoved and said in an indifferent tone:

"How can I be sure that you are a steamed bun and not something else? You must pass my test first, otherwise, I will kill you with one arrow."

Steamed Bun cursed angrily: "Xin Gouzhen must be really sick. Which NPC can have such a cool and unrestrained temperament like mine?"

However, the sharp arrow hit the center of his eyebrows without hesitation, making Mantou break out in a cold sweat.

Steamed Bun raised his hands and performed a French military salute, almost crying but without tears.

"Okay, okay, I'll just answer."

Singo looked at him condescendingly and said coldly: "What is the most viewed video of Steamed Buns?"

"The unspeakable thirty seconds between Langli Baitiao and the old vampire."

"How many times have you failed in online dating?"

"Three fucking times."

"What's the name of Mantou's mount?"

"Noodle."

"How many gold coins has Mantou stolen from me?"

"Fifteen pieces, while he is sleeping - wait, my god, Xin Gou, you are lying to me!"

Mantou jumped up in shock, and instantly realized that this so-called "test" was just a cover for Singo to trick him.

"Good, you passed the test, Mantou."

"But you stole my gold coins."

Singo's voice was serious and slow, with a sneer on his face. He still hadn't put down the bow and arrow in his hand, still aiming clearly at the center of Mantou's eyebrows.

"Also, isn't it okay for me to work and sell myself to you? Stop doing this."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mantou begged for mercy.

Singo then put away his weapon and said seriously: "How does it feel for you to be in the pot? Do you know what just happened?"

Mantou thought about it for a moment and then said: "It's a very strange feeling. I can sense the environment from the container, but I can't move at all. I can only watch helplessly as he uses my body to control you, a loser, but it looks pretty good." It’s so cool, it’s like I’m torturing you myself, hehe.”

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Singo didn't care about his private goods and continued to ask: "Then what did he say? And why did he disappear?"

Steamed Bun was immediately filled with indignation: "This guy is a beast. Not only did he use Miss Valena as a test subject, he also wanted to use us all as his samples. Fortunately, in the end, he suddenly disappeared."

Singo rubbed his chin, a little confused.

"You mean - he suddenly disappeared?"

"Didn't he say anything before he left?"

Steamed Bun scratched his head, pondered for a moment, and then said hesitantly: "In the pot, I didn't have a clear perception of the outside world, and I was busy verbally speaking at that time, but I seemed to hear him say the name of the boss of our camp."

"Cassius."

Singo's eyes were a little excited: "This Wagner is indeed the boss related to the main mission. The missions related to the red dragon are very important. I'm afraid we are in luck again this time."

"Xin Gou, you should save Brother Zhan Kuang first."

"If Brother Zhan Kuang sends it, you will be fully responsible, okay?"

Only then did Singo remember that the natural warrior was still tied to the metal bed. He quickly stepped forward, used thieves' tools to pry open the metal shackles on his hands, and injected a sobering agent into the neck of the natural warrior.

"Well--"

"Where is this? Am I not fighting?"

The naturally war-mad man opened his eyes and struggled to get up from the metal bed. He looked confused and subconsciously tried to touch the battle ax at his waist, but in vain.

When Steamed Bun saw him waking up, he quickly stepped forward to help him.

The born warrior looked at Steamed Bun's familiar face, and anger instantly appeared on his face. He was obviously still immersed in the battle just now.

Veins popped up in his arm, he punched hard and shouted angrily:

"Monster! Get off the steamed bun!"

The barbarian, who had a strength of 18 points, used all his strength and hit Mantou's face with his fist as big as a sandbag.

"boom!"

Only a dull sound was heard, and the steamed bun's face suddenly deformed sharply, as if a dyeing workshop had been opened on his face, with red, purple and blue mixed together.

"Ouch"

Steamed Bun couldn't help but scream.

He was beaten so hard that stars appeared in his eyes, and his soul was about to fly out again.

The naturally war-mad man wanted to step forward and use a deliberate punch, but Singo quickly stopped him.

"Singo, why are you stopping me? I'm going to kill this beast!"

"Fighting is fun!"

"Drink——"

Only then did Mantou come back to his senses. He touched his face that was swelling rapidly, but he opened and closed his mouth rapidly and shouted loudly: "Brother Zhan Kuang, please show mercy!"

"It's me! I'm such a steamed bun!"

he cried, pointing to his face.

Singo also explained beside him: "The boss just possessed Mantou's body, and you fell asleep due to a spell. You have to take it easy and don't accidentally beat Mantou to death."

"ah?"

The naturally war-mad man quickly put down his fists and touched his shiny bald head, his face turned slightly red.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Mantou, I, I just thought you were the boss, and I didn't know it was you. Well, don't worry, I'll compensate you with the healing potion in the city later."

"Okay, I'm fine."

The steamed bun was about to cry but had no tears, and his face was swollen like a doughy steamed bun.

Singo said with some schadenfreude beside him: "Zhan Kuang, don't worry about the steamed bun, as long as he is not dead. We entered the hidden dungeon by chance, so we have to explore it carefully."

"Oh? Hidden copy?"

"Then there must be a very powerful enemy."

The eyes of the naturally war-mad man were filled with fighting intent, and his face was filled with the excitement of a professional player. He was a man who had once challenged a giant star beast!

Only Steamed Bun was still rubbing the wound on his face and let out a miserable cry:

"My handsome face -"