The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 117 The Bird That Landed

Fan Lei climbed on the back of Crow Mountain Killer, and when he heard his babble, he whispered in his ear:

"Can you beat it?"

"Don't worry." The Crow Mountain Killer crossed his hands, and the two slender and sharp blades on the claws sharpened sparks. "Judging from his posture and age, he can't win."

Raven Hill Killer is full of confidence:
"His knife is too long."

"Isn't one inch long and one inch strong?"

"But as long as I'm close to him, he won't be able to use it." Crow Mountain Killer said, "After close to him, there is all room for me to perform. I have already heard the sound of the death knell."

Fan Lei nodded: "Should I go down first? Otherwise, it will prevent you from fighting."

"If you can also contribute, then there is no hindrance."

Fan Lei hooked one leg to the waist of the Crow Mountain Killer, took out the holy seal with one hand, and countless blood flies flew towards Yula.

"Very well," said Ravenhill Killer. "There are two of us, and he will die alone. The black feather has enveloped him—"

Raven Hill Killer suddenly stopped talking.

In the grass, another person came out.

Tall, heavy, carrying a military flag.

A man walked out of the bushes with a cloak on, and the animal skin cloak fluttered in the wind, hitting Yula's body.

Veteran O'Neill, with the military flag fluttering, hunting and roaring, a powerful buff effect shrouded himself and Yula.

The military flag was waved, and the blood flies in mid-air turned into dirty blood and shattered around.

Looking at the tall figure, the heavy armor so thick that his rapier might not touch his body, Fan Lei's cold sweat flowed from the mask:
"Now two-on-two, can you still fight?"

Crow Mountain Killer was silent for a moment:
"Remember the story about the footless bird?"

"You can't help but tell stories when the enemy is in front of you?" Fan Lei stared.

The Raven Hill Killer said: "There is another story about two people encountering a tiger. One turned and ran, while the other squatted down to tie his shoelaces. Do you know why?"

Fan Lei's cold sweat flowed more and more in the mask:
"Because it's all about running faster than the other guy?"

The Crow Mountain Killer turned his face sideways, looked at Fan Lei, and nodded.

The two were close to each other, and the distance was extremely close. The white mask and the death bone mask looked at each other, with swords and swords in their sight.

Fan Lei suddenly withdrew his hand, put the holy seal on his waist, and was about to take out the dagger at his waist.

But one hand was a step slower after all, and Fan Lei let go of one hand, leaving only one leg to hook Killer Yashan, with less and less effort, and Killer Yashan twisted his waist and threw him off.

Twisting his waist and turning around, throwing Fan Lei off, the Crow Mountain Killer took advantage of the situation and ran away directly.

He waved the claw:
"Goodbye, bird without feet, it's time for you to land!"

This bastard, it's no wonder he had to give me a walking stick!

Fan Lei lay on the ground, yelling in fright.

Van Ley scrambled to the edge of the bridge, tried to climb over the fence, and resigned himself to fate.

But after climbing a few steps, the shadow had already enveloped him.

Fan Lei turned over and saw that Yula had already gone to chase the Crow Mountain Killer, while the veteran stood in front of him with a terrifying expression, and the black shadow of his robe shrouded him, like the black feather of the god of death.

Fanlei smiled bitterly.

The death knell that the bird man heard and the black feather he saw were all prepared for himself.

"But I haven't met the Blood King, and I haven't told him about the crisis, how can I die!"

Fan Lei yelled, spilling a blood fly.

At close range, blood flies filled the entire space, and even because of the close distance, some blood flies landed on Fan Lei himself, biting frantically.

O'Neil snorted coldly, waved the military flag again, and the unfolded military flag knocked down a large number of blood flies.

However, Fan Lei took advantage of this little time to finally climb up to the side of the bridge, forcefully with one foot, climbed over the guardrail and jumped down.

The bridge of the college was quite tall, and Fanlei fell in mid-air like a bird with its wings broken.

He hit a tree, bounced off a bridge pillar and fell into muddy water.

The strong impact twisted his only remaining leg strangely, and Fan Lei let out a muffled sound.

The cursed blood controlled his body, driving his twisted broken leg, and crawled towards the dense forest under the bridge.

With the stabbing sword in his mouth, Fan Lei clenched his teeth, not letting himself make a sound, and crawled in the hidden bushes.

"I must go back to the blood dynasty...I want to see that great and beautiful dynasty again...I want to kill the full moon, so that Lataen will not disturb the sleep of the dynasty and the good night of the blood king..."

The veteran stood on the railing beside the bridge, shrugging his shoulders to try the heavy armor on his body, but he still didn't jump off, just watching with cold eyes.

Moments later, Yura returned.

He was covered in paint and was panting heavily.

"Let him go," Yura said.

"You can't beat him alone, and it's normal to run away." O'Neill said, "If it weren't for me, he might not even choose to run away."

By implication, the Ravenhill Killer could kill Yura.

Yura sat down by the railing of the bridge with a wry smile:
"We old fellows are not in good health. Didn't yours run away too?"

"I did it on purpose. The place I stayed before was full of mosquitoes. How could I be blocked by some blood flies?" O'Neil grabbed the railing and looked at the blood that was gradually fading on the lake.
"You are a bloodfinger hunter, but I am not. Killing the bloodfinger is just a way, and more importantly, to get the way to the blood dynasty from the bloodfinger."

O'Neill said: "The white mask should be a senior member of the Blood Dynasty. Follow him, maybe I can find my way to the Blood Dynasty."

"Bloodfingers have medals, and they can be sent directly to those who run away." Yula said, "Can't you be arrested and interrogated?"

O'Neill shook his head:
"That guy is not like someone with a teleportation array. If he had one, he should use it as soon as he jumped off the bridge. Maybe he can't use it, maybe his medal is gone, but anyway, he can't teleport now."

O'Neill shook off the corpse of the blood fly on the military flag, rolled it back into a gun, and said:
"As for the interrogation, do you know what he yelled when he jumped? That guy is a fanatic. We can't get answers by interrogation."

Yula smiled: "That's fine, I'll go with you. We two old guys take good care of each other. Maybe the guy I'm looking for is in Blood Dynasty."

Yura's smile froze suddenly, he curled up, his muscles tensed, as if he was enduring something.

Yura's beard and hair trembled, his teeth were clenched, and the eyes covered by the bamboo hat shone with distorted yellow light.

"Damn parasite..." Yura's voice trembled in pain.

"Parasite?" O'Neil looked at Yura, "Are you parasitized by bugs?"

Yura slowed down for a while, returned to normal, and let out a long breath:

"It should be, it feels like something is squirming in the body."

O'Neill shot Yula and pulled him up:

"Don't worry, when we find the Blood Dynasty and rescue the master, you will be fine. My master is a genius. Don't talk about parasites, even if the gods are parasitic in your body, he can drive you out."

(End of this chapter)