my causal simulator

Chapter 43 The first wolf extermination in history
Da Da Da Da!

"Call law..."

With the sound of strong hooves, what stopped in front of him was a two-meter-tall steed with gold carvings on its head. Among the horses with a height of only 1.4m[-], it was exceptionally outstanding. .

Huan Ran on the horse is the dreaded jackal on the grassland.

He looked to be about forty years old, with a mustache on his chin, bushy eyebrows, a wide muzzle, and a rough appearance.

He was wearing a thick animal fur coat, but he opened his chest in this winter, revealing the thick chest hair, which was paired with the gray wolf head hat on his head, which added a bit of tyrannical wildness to him.

"Han people?" Jackal glanced at Lin Shuhang, and a smile appeared on his face: "It seems that we have found the right owner."

"Are you here for me?"

Lin Shuhang felt a little surprised. With Lin Muyuan's identity and background, how could he offend the biggest horse bandit on the pasture?He even did not hesitate to vent his anger on a tribe with hundreds of people, insisting on driving the entire tribe to extinction.

"Do dead people need to know so much?" Jackal smiled and pulled out his saber. He seemed in a good mood and wanted to do it himself.

The jackal was coming for the Han people, so it was obvious that he was coming for him. There was only one Han Chinese in the Tufang tribe, but from the tone of his voice, it didn't seem like he was looking for revenge.

Lin Muyuan is not qualified to have an enmity with a guy like the Jackal at all, this is just one of them, and if there is really a deep hatred of slaughtering the clan in order to kill him, then it is impossible for the other party to plan to give him such a clean and tidy pleasure.

Shouldn't those who seek revenge should get carried away at the last moment to let the other party die?If you don't tell the other party who killed him, what kind of revenge is it?

On the contrary, someone who kills an entire tribe without saying a word looks more like trying to cover up something.

Lin Shuhang smiled slightly, and lied to him, "I buried the things on the grassland. If you kill me, you won't get anything."

Jackal frowned slightly, as if he hadn't thought about it, he stopped the knife in his hand.

"Search him."

Immediately, several men dismounted from their horses. They not only searched Lin Shuhang's body, but also ran over to search for the horse, even Humir's body on the ground.

The search over there was in a hurry, but Lin Shuhang kept smiling and looked at the jackal lightly.

The jackal was waiting for news from his subordinates, but seeing the Han man's expression, he was a little amused.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

No one in this grassland is not afraid of him, and according to intelligence, this Han has been in the Tufang tribe for a long time, and the jackal's horse thief did not hide his banner when he attacked tonight, so it is impossible for him not to know who he is.

"Only I know where the thing you want is. Why should I be afraid of you?" Lin Shuhang laughed: "You should be more polite to me, maybe you can make a deal with me."

"Deal? Hahahaha!" Jackal laughed loudly: "You don't know the heights of heaven and earth at such a young age, what qualifications do you have to negotiate a deal with me? There are too many ways to make people open their mouths, and death is just the most..."

"Then what else?" Lin Shuhang said flatly, "Crack the car? Cut it in half? Burn it? Ling Chi? Or cut it into a pig?"

The jackal was taken aback for a moment, but he heard the other party continue to calmly say: "You should have heard of it, you must have heard of it. Among us Han people, a queen mother named Lu Zhi used this hand. You Huns and barbarians probably don't know much about these delicate tasks. Son, do you want to try it on me? Practice and practice can be regarded as letting you learn the ability to extract a confession. "

"Hey!"

The corner of Jackal's mouth curled up in a sinister way. Although the results of the search over there hadn't come out yet, he couldn't help but want to chop up the Han man into meat paste and feed it to the dogs.

In this grassland, there are still people who dare to threaten him?
"Pretend to be cruel to me?" Jackal said with an evil smile, "Okay, then I would like to see with my own eyes what kind of human pig you Han invented..."

Swish!
Before he finished speaking, he saw a flash of a knife in front of him, and the Han man cut off his own arm with the saber in his right hand.

The arm broke off at the shoulder and fell directly to the ground, and blood gushed out in an instant, but the young man didn't even frown, as if it wasn't his arm that was chopped off at all.

"Did you see? It should be cut like this. This is just the first step." Lin Shuhang's voice was still extremely calm. Although he was sweating profusely, he still looked at the jackal with a smile: "Then the right hand, legs, nose, eyes , the tongue... was soaked in the wine tank at the end, which is called a pig. By the way..."

He looked around and asked with a smile at the jackal: "Is there any medicine for golden sores? Apply it to me. If the blood loss is too much, it will die before it is cut into a human pig, and it will not be a complete human pig." .”

The jackal was really stunned.

Hissing law...

The unimaginable ruthlessness startled several trusted war horses beside the Jackal, neighing slightly, raising their front hooves, and they quickly reined in the horses.

Not only the jackal, but even the hundreds of horse thieves around who were making a fuss fell into dead silence in an instant.

Frankly speaking, cutting off an arm is really nothing to these horse thieves who have added blood to their swords.

But no matter how tough a tough guy is, there must be a reason and a purpose for cutting his own arm, right?

He hadn't even said a few words, and the conditions hadn't even started to be negotiated, so he chopped off his own arm first. Look at the understatement, as if he chopped off just a Chinese cabbage.

And this, just to teach you how to torture him?What the hell do you want to do?

This, this is no longer a question of whether a tough guy is not a tough guy, this is simply a perverted lunatic!

The fierce ones are afraid of the violent ones, and the violent ones are afraid of the desperate ones, but even if they are desperate, they have to be afraid of the perverted lunatics.

The jackal couldn't help but put away the joke on his face just now.

And at this moment, the horse thief who ran to search for the horse's corpse came back sweating profusely, and shouted on the horse's back: "Boss, no, then..."

Before he finished speaking, the horse thief obviously felt the strange atmosphere here.

Not only was the boss not chatting and joking like he usually played with his prey, but even the one or two hundred companions behind him were quiet... let alone people, not even a horse made a sound!
And all the people, at this time, their eyes were actually staying vigilantly on the Han man who they had originally regarded as an ant, as if they were sizing up a monster.

It's an evil door... The horse thief quickly shut his mouth knowingly.

"Give him the golden sore medicine." Jackal said slowly.

Immediately, a horse thief beside Jackal took out a bottle of golden sore medicine from his pocket, and threw it on Lin Shuhang's body.

bang...

The medicine bottle fell on the ground, but Lin Shuhang didn't intend to bend down to pick it up at all. Instead, he turned his eyes with a piercing smile to the face of the horse thief who threw the bottle at him.

The Han people don't speak, and neither do the horse thieves.

1 minute, 2 minutes...

Everyone can hear the sound of blood flowing from the wound of the broken arm of the Han Chinese—tick, tick.

Stop the bleeding?It doesn't exist, this Han man didn't take his life seriously at all, if he died here in a fit of anger today, the jackal would have to tear him apart first.

After a stalemate for a while, a drop of cold sweat began to appear on the forehead of the horse thief who threw the bottle, and soon, even the jackal turned his head and looked at him coldly...

Crazy, lunatic, I'll fuck the [-]th generation lunatic of your ancestors!You don't want to kill him, I still want it!
The horse thief was furious in his heart, but he had to turn over and get off the horse, then picked up the golden sore medicine from the ground, and finally had to hold it in front of Lin Shuhang with both hands.

Lin Shuhang took the medicine and kicked him away fiercely.

It's not that he wants to go crazy, but if he wants to calm down these outlaws who are used to seeing blood first, and get a qualification to talk, then Lin Shuhang has no other choice but to go crazy.

Now at least it looks good at first.

In fact, he has always held his own, and the blood loss is not as serious as it seems on the surface.

After all, there is the existence of Lingyuan, except for the moment when the arm is broken, after the wave of blood spurted out by him with Lingyuan, Lingyuan has blocked the main venous arteries, so the blood that flows out is all small blood vessels, although the same Can't afford to hurt, but not fatal yet.

This makes his mental state at this time actually better.

He calmly applied the medicine to his left arm, which was actually a matter of pouring the golden sore medicine on it, and the jackal on the opposite side finally spoke at this time.

"You are the first Han Chinese who dares to make a deal with me." Jackal looked at him coldly: "Tell me, what do you want?"

(End of this chapter)