Before traveling through time, Han Dong was a firm materialist and never believed in ghosts and evil spirits. But now, a living skeleton appeared in front of him, and it was still moving, causing his worldview that had been established for more than 30 years to collapse instantly.

"Even if I traveled through time, I don't believe there are ghosts in this world. Damn it. Even if I am in a dream now, how could I dream of such a monster?" Han Dong's face became ugly.

Han Dong always thought that the nightmare world he experienced was actually just a nightmare he had.

The skeleton in front of me was wearing a black robe, which looked very similar to the one Han Dong had taken out of the closet.

"Is it his clothes I'm holding?" Han Dong thought to himself.

Seeing Han Dong, the skeleton actually picked up a wooden stick more than one foot long on the desk and waved it forward. A flame the size of a palm appeared out of thin air on its chest. After the flame appeared, it began to rotate continuously, making a low "whip" sound.

As the rotation was made, the flame, which was originally the size of a palm, quickly turned into a fireball the size of a human head, and flew towards Han Dong.

"Skeleton Mage?" The name flashed through Han Dong's mind. Facing the flying fireball, Han Dong hurriedly hid to the side.

The fireball was not fast, and it flew backwards against Han Dong's shoulders, and a "boom" hit the floor. The energy generated by the explosion hit Han Dong's back, as if a heavy hammer hit it.

"This power can catch up with an RPG rocket, right?" Han Dong looked at the big hole that the fireball exploded, and was shocked. His eyes looked at the skeleton mage, and he also showed a serious look.

"I am now equivalent to a melee profession, and the other party is a long-range profession in the law system. I have to narrow the distance between the two to have a chance to win." Han Dong said in his heart.

With a sudden step under his feet, Han Dong rushed towards the Skeleton Mage, waved the spiritual weapon in his hand, and smashed it to the Skeleton Mage's head with all his strength.

Han Dong discovered that when the skeleton mage casts the fireball magic just now, it takes at least three seconds to cast the spell from the beginning to the final formation of the fireball. If he entangles it in close combat and does not give it time to release the spell, then he still has a great chance of winning.

Bang!

With a sudden sound, the "Meteor Hammer" was swept away by a force. Han Dong's right hand involuntarily raised his back and forth. If it weren't for the mental thread being connected to his palm, his spiritual weapon would have been beaten and flew out directly.

"Hiss, is this guy so fierce in melee?" Han Dong saw clearly that the skeleton mage just now waved the wooden stick in his hand with one hand and smashed it at his spiritual weapon. Under the violent collision, the spiritual weapon was swept away, but the wooden stick in the other party's hand did not tremble for a moment.

At this time, Han Dong's chest was wide open, and the skeleton mage waved the wooden stick in his hand and stabbed forward. An explosion suddenly broke out in the air. The attack was extremely fast, and Han Dong did not react at all. He was stabbed hard in the chest by the wooden stick. A severe pain surged into his heart. Han Dong staggered back a few steps and looked at the skeleton mage in front of him with surprise.

"Who said that there will be no close combat in the long-range profession? Empiricism kills people!" Han Dong covered his chest and took several steps to stabilize his body. His chest felt a little bored, and he couldn't help but spit out blood: "It seems that two sternums have broken..."

Han Dong took a deep breath and suddenly felt a needle-like pain coming from his chest. At this time, he suddenly thought of something, his face changed drastically, and he raised his head and looked at the Skeleton Mage.

At this time, the skeleton mage was waving the wooden stick in his hand. A shaped fireball paused slightly in front of its chest and flew towards him with a whistling sound.

"Damn it, is the connection so smooth?"

This was Han Dong's last thought before his death. He was seriously injured in his chest. If he moved a little, he would feel severe pain. He could not avoid the fireball at all. In an instant, the fireball hit his body hard.

After a burning and severe pain, Han Dong's eyes turned dark and he suddenly lost consciousness.

I don’t know how long it took, but in the hazy state, Han Dong slowly opened his eyes. He was still lying on his bed on his house. It was pitch black outside the window, and it was already late at night.

"Die again..."

Han Dong touched his chest, and there was still a trace of pain like a split bone, and his whole body seemed to be burning. When he was hit by the fireball, there were bursts of tingling pain on his skin.

The head buzzed, as if it was split by a sharp axe, and the temple was beating violently.

Han Dong struggled to sit up from the bed, wrapped his body tightly in a quilt, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to enter a state of meditation.

Every time he dies in the Nightmare World, Han Dong's mental power will be severely damaged, either lasting for a few days to recover naturally, or using meditation. At present, meditation is the only way Han Dong can quickly recover his traumatized mental power.

A few hours later, the sky began to turn white outside the window, and the sound of a bicycle ringing vaguely heard on the road, and the sound of fried dough sticks came from the breakfast stalls on both sides of the alley.

Han Dong slowly breathed and recovered from his meditation state. A trace of brilliance appeared in his eyes. His mental power had been completely restored. The remaining pain on his body disappeared, but Han Dong was still in a heavy mood.

"I was stabbed to death by a mage with a staff..." Han Dong thought speechlessly: "Maybe it is not a mage at all, but a swordsman, a swordsman who knows fireball skills!"

Whether it is a swordsman who knows fireball skills or a mage who knows sword skills, the monster on the second floor of the Trial Tower is obviously much stronger than Han Dong. Han Dong, who can only wave his spiritual weapons randomly, is no match for it at all, just like a strong adult and a fighting master.

"That guy is so amazing. I can't kill him at all. I have to think of a way." Han Dong sat on the bed and thought about it.

After thinking for more than half an hour, Han Dong didn't come up with any good idea, so he sighed and started getting out of bed to change clothes, washing and eating, and then going to school.

I don’t need to bring a schoolbag today because today is a mock exam for the whole grade. The mock exam lasts for three days, two exams a day, one in the morning and afternoon, strictly follow the order of the formal college entrance examination. However, the real college entrance examination will have an exam to assess physical fitness on the fourth day. Because the content of the exam is different every year, the usual mock exam can only test theory and not practical applications.

Sitting in the classroom, the students who were usually noisy were sitting upright at this time, and some even muttered words while flirting with books, as if they were attacking some knowledge points in the face of the battle.

Song Yu touched Han Dong with his elbow and said softly: "I'll finish it then, copy it for me."

Because it was just a mock exam, the process was not as strict as the real college entrance examination, and there was no one person at a time. If Han Dong's grades were average in the class, then Song Yu's grades were completely ranked behind 30, and he was one of the last dozen.

"I don't guarantee it's right!" Han Dong said casually. During the exam, Song Yu mostly passes by copying Han Dong's papers, and he never dreams of getting into college.

Han Dong knew that Song Yu's father was a small leader in a factory, so he had already arranged a job for him. After graduating from high school, he only needed to go to a college and technical school and could go to the factory to work in a few years. With the care of his father, his life will be much easier in the future.

"Hey, I'll wait for you to say this." Song Yu lowered his voice excitedly, "After the exam, please go and play the game console. I'll tell you, that boxing bully Wushuang thief is fun. I have learned a lot of combo skills. I will teach you then..."

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