Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland.

Chapter 554 Not Human

Lin Er glanced at the crumbs on the ground, and a look of annoyance appeared on his face: "I can never learn to swallow well."

"I should be scratching my head now..."

As he spoke, he leaned over, picked up the crumbs on the ground, and put them back into his mouth, ignoring the dust on them.

But this time, Lin Er drank another sip of milk.

Rinse the food in with it.

"That's good."

He nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he looked at another ox horn cup on the table: it was filled with clear green liquor, which was so pure that it could even be ignited directly. If you could smell it, you could also smell a hint of grass, like a field after rain.

After all, it was Lin Er’s first active request, so the Baimei Clan still met his request and regarded it as a possible breakthrough.

He picked up the cup.

Drink it in one gulp.

……

……

"Do you smell anything strange?" asked the bee-man crossbowman on guard. "Like... a dead body?"

The horn-broken warrior on the side shrugged his nose and said, "It's the beaked beasts that were not cleaned up. There is still a lot of rotten meat on them."

"maybe."

The crossbowman nodded and suppressed his doubts.

As the prince of the beehive, he is a little bit of a germaphobe in his daily life and is quite sensitive to the faint stench lingering at his nose.

Also a little uncomfortable.

But the place where they are was a battlefield not long ago, and it will take time to clean it up, so they can't be too demanding.

However, the crossbowman frowned.

This smell... seems to be getting stronger...

Suddenly, a heavy muffled sound was heard beside him, and the warrior from the Skeleton Corps fell to the ground.

His eyes rolled up, revealing the whites of his eyes.

He was knocked unconscious.

But there was no one around.

"!"

Alarm bells rang in the bee man's heart. He pointed the crossbow at the darkness. The torches beside him crackled, and from time to time a star of oil exploded and spread all around.

But where the firelight cannot reach.

There was no sound at all.

Just a gentle breeze.

The faint stench of decay appeared in the bee man's nose again, and he suddenly became alert.

"Whoosh!"

Following his instinct, he fired an arrow.

The arrow pierced into flesh.

The bee crossbowman caught sight of the figure in front of him. With a snap, a piece of bluestone fell from the figure's hand and hit the ground, with blood stains on it.

Obviously, the other party had just used this stone to knock out the horn-broken warrior who was on duty with him.

This man’s strength should not be underestimated as he was able to knock out a strong Shek with just one blow.

But at this moment, he stared blankly at his chest - there was a long arrow stuck on it that was still trembling slightly. He took a few steps back, as if he couldn't believe it.

"Who are you..." the crossbowman was about to ask.

He felt a little relieved - at this distance, the attacker had been hit by his crossbow and had basically no chance of survival or resistance.

The man looked up.

After seeing his face clearly, the crossbowman was stunned, and then the figure in front of him suddenly disappeared!
Immediately afterwards, the world started spinning.

The bee man felt a heavy blow to his head, then a pain in his neck, and then he was thrown to the ground.

The torch went out.

All you can see when you look up at the sky are the stars twinkling at intervals.

Then, a face blocked his view.

The other person's eyes.

"You, you... uh." The bee man was about to speak when his throat was tightly grasped. The other party's hand was as hard and strong as steel.

He suspected that this man didn't even need to pick up any stones...he could smash the stones with just his hands.

"You, you..." The other person also spoke, as if repeating what he said, and then suddenly changed the subject, "You broke my skin!"

There was anger in his tone.

The bee man followed the other person's line of sight and saw only the place where the arrow had just hit him... If he had not been strangled, he would have gasped.

The wound was clearly cut open by an arrow.

But not a drop of blood came out!

Lin Er was so angry that his mouth tilted to one side.

"Although, although it was about to break down...but I don't care..."

After being soaked in potion, this piece of human skin can last for a month... but after completing the continuous "eating" ritual, its shelf life will be shortened.

As the body heats up... no, as the body temperature rises, the rotten smell emanates uncontrollably.

It's not a big deal.

The doctor also said that decay itself is a symbol of life - decay also means that we are alive.

That’s the distance to becoming a “human”…

one step closer.

The ritual cannot be interrupted either - take eating as an example. The doctor said that to become as good as him, he needs to eat 987654321 times in total, and he has already done it 3564 times... He just needs to change it diligently...

"So, you have to compensate me for one."

Lin Er picked up the bee-man crossbowman without saying a word, letting the other party struggle in his hands, and walked straight to the fallen horn-broken warrior.

Pull out the dagger tied to the soldier's military boots.

Looked at it carefully.

The crossbowman watched helplessly as the strange man, holding a dagger, was about to approach his face.

His terrified expression could be reflected on the blade.

"Where should I start the cut..."

The other party hesitated.

Suddenly, fire exploded in the distance.

In the Land of Revenge, fire from the sky would fall randomly on ordinary days. To the people at the border, it looked as natural as thunder in dark clouds.

The fire from the sky is indeed like lightning.

Illuminating everything around.

It can be seen that all along the way leading to this sentry post, all kinds of guards are lying around, and it is unknown whether they are dead or alive... It is obvious that they were all defeated by this one person who sneaked in.

This made the bee crossbowmen even more terrified.

The sudden flash of light from the heavenly fire also allowed Lin Er to clearly see what was in front of him and what he was holding in his hand.

He was stunned: "What are you?"

Yellow-green skin, pointed head, slender waist and abdomen, dry limbs...

Hive people... the crossbowman wanted to speak.

But when the other party got excited, he tightened his grip even more, completely blocking his breathing passage and causing his blood vessels to bulge.

Just when he was about to be strangled to death, Lin Er suddenly loosened his hand, grabbed the unconscious horn-broken man on the other side, and put his head close to him.

At first glance there is no difference, but if you look closely... the purple skin, the protruding scales and bones, and the broken part on the head... were they originally horns?

“Oh my God,” Lin Er’s voice trembled, “You are not human?”

"Then what are you?"

The strange man seemed to have suffered a great shock. He hugged his head and scratched it frantically.

How fresh...

The bee-man crossbowman who regained his freedom lay on the ground, trembling as he touched his waist... Even though he was pinned down by the opponent, his other hand still did not let go of the crossbow.

Suddenly, Lin Er rushed out without looking back.

Like running away.

The ground was covered with the scraps of meat that had been cut off from the head.

And there was a sharp "whoosh" sound.

At the last moment before the crossbowman passed out from lack of oxygen, he still shot a whistle arrow into the sky to signal an alarm.

(End of this chapter)