guile fairy

Chapter 83 Scarecrow

The sharp claw tips pounced on Fu Zhaozhao one after another, and the speed became faster and faster. After several rounds, she also had a lot of color on her body.

During the period of the opponent's attack, Fu Zhaozhao never made a move, but kept avoiding the opponent's attacks, as if he was looking for something.

The little gray wolf behind him was so anxious that he snarled twice to scare the other person, and then rushed over to bite the other person's leg.

It is precisely because of the little gray wolf's unconventional playing of cards that the opponent would sometimes slow down the attack in order to avoid the little gray wolf when making moves.

As time passed, there were fewer and fewer wounds left on Fu Zhaozhao's body. Although the little gray wolf bit his leg every time, he always bitten at the same place.

After the last bite, a large piece of the clan leader's skin was torn off. The pain instantly made his face turn pale, and he glared at the little gray wolf fiercely.

The next moment, he raised his leg and kicked hard in the direction of the little gray wolf, as if he wanted to kick it away.

This action of the clan leader instantly made Fu Zhaozhao notice something that he had not noticed just now.

Where the little gray wolf bit off a large piece of flesh, there was no blood. It looked like a set of clothes that looked like human skin had been torn off.

Thinking of this, Fu Zhaozhao shouted to Gong Ya, "Give me the hatchet in your hand!"

The hatchet in Gong Ya's hand was picked up in front of a house when he came back just now because he was worried that he would not be able to deal with any unexpected situation.

Hearing what she said, Gong Ya quickly called the hatchet and threw it over.

After Fu Zhaozhao took it over smoothly, he turned sideways and made a gash on his body with a hatchet when the other party wasn't paying attention.

There was no heavy bleeding as expected. Instead, only a few drops of blood came out of the huge wound. The blood looked like it had been there for a long time, and at the same time, the scene under the sebum was exposed.

Underneath the huge wound was another layer of wrinkled skin, as if ill-fitting skin had been put on his body.

This inevitably reminded Fu Zhaozhao of the way the monk died.

He was crushed bit by bit by the villagers using big stones, so he had no bones, no skin, and only some minced meat.

Realizing this, Fu Zhaozhao started to act particularly harshly.

The patriarch has not been in good condition since his skin was bitten. He is like a crazy person who rushes forward to continue fighting even after being scratched.

After several efforts, the clan leader had more and more wounds, and his movements became slower and slower. Until he raised his hand again, the skin on his arm fell loosely like an untied rope.

"Ah!" This scene stimulated the clan leader, and he raised his other hand and fiercely rushed towards Fu Zhaozhao.

With a little help, the little gray wolf jumped up and bit his arm, tearing off the skin on the other arm.

After a while, all the skin on the clan leader's body fell to the ground as if it had lost its vitality, revealing large tracts of human body composed of minced meat.

However, before he moved a step, some of the pieces of flesh on his body would fall down, making it look particularly oozing.

The patriarch opened and closed his mouth with only exposed gums: "It's all their fault. They made me become like this. They deserve to die..."

However, before he could finish saying the word "death", his body could no longer hold up and was ruthlessly scattered on the ground like falling stones.

Only his head was left, looking at his own flesh and blood, and he didn't know what he was thinking until his eyes fell down. Probably because he thought about his body being crushed by a big stone mill, and the pain brought him back from unconsciousness.

Even if there was only one head left, each family would pick up the flesh and blood they had randomly discarded bit by bit.

Probably when he saw them enjoying themselves, toasting to celebrate, and wantonly devouring their own flesh and blood, he survived with hatred in his heart.

It's just that the original villagers who toasted and celebrated have been buried by the years, and only their descendants remain.

So, what is he still holding on to now?
  At this time, the other eyeball fell out of its socket. His world returned to darkness, but his expression was relaxed.

After Fu Zhaozhao was sure that the other party was completely dead, he breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed the little gray wolf's head, and praised: "Well done."

The little gray wolf howled proudly and flicked its tail unnaturally.

At this moment, Gong Ya, who was not far away, shouted, "Boss, help me!"

Fu Zhaozhao looked over and saw that he dragged Alin Abu over again and put him in front of her.

"Help! The two of them were fine just now, but just now, for some unknown reason, their skin suddenly cracked."

In fact, what he said was not quite right. The skin on Alin Abu's body lying on the ground was like ceramic, with many cracks appearing on it, as if it would fall off with just a slight touch.

The two of them frowned, as if they were suffering unbearable pain, and they even couldn't help but stretch out their hands to scratch at the cracks, causing them to expand a lot.

Seeing this scene, Fu Zhaozhao could only sigh: "There is nothing we can do. He didn't curse at all in the first place. He used his life as a trigger. When he lives, they live, and when he dies, they die."

"I didn't find out until later. Now I can only try to make them less uncomfortable." After saying that, Fu Zhaozhao found a round brown thing in the pile of minced meat and fed each of them one. Put the grains in.

In just a moment, those cracks disappeared without a trace, as if the pain at that time no longer existed.

After a while, A Lin and Abu slowly woke up.

Then he reflexively reached out to touch his face, obviously the pain just now was still there.

Fu Zhaozhao looked at the two of them and said, "We may not be able to take you out of here. Do you still remember what happened just now?"

Arin nodded hesitantly. She remembered that there was a dry and cracking pain all over her body, like the pain of someone peeling off her skin layer by layer, so she remembered it very clearly.

Seeing that she still remembered, Fu Zhaozhao continued: "If I take you out of here forcibly, you will feel the pain all the time. If you don't want to feel the pain, you can only stay in this village."

She looked across the village.

Because of the clan leader, many people died in this village, and those who remain are probably those who were brave enough to hide early.

"So do you want to leave with us, or stay in this village until we find a solution?" Fu Zhaozhao gave a choice.

Alin fell silent, glanced at Abu, who still looked confused, and finally made a decision.

(End of this chapter)