Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Fan Lei climbed on the back of the Yashan Killer, and when he heard his blabbering words, he whispered in his ear:

Can you beat me?

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

The Yashan Killer is full of confidence:

His knife is too long.

Isn't it true that every inch you grow is stronger?

But as long as I get close to him, he won't be able to use it. Yashan Killer said, After he gets close to me, there will be all the space for me to use. I have already heard the sound of the death knell.

Fan Lei nodded: Should I go down first? Otherwise, it will hinder your fight.

If you can also contribute, then it won't hinder it.

Fan Lei hooked a leg around the Yashan killer's waist, took out the holy mark with one hand, and countless blood flies flew towards Yura with their cries.

Very good. Crow Mountain Killer said, There are two of us, and he is dead alone. Black feathers have enveloped him——

The Yashan killer suddenly stopped talking.

Another person walked out of the grass.

Tall, heavy, carrying a military flag.

A man walked out of the trees with a loose cloak. The animal skin cloak fluttered in the wind and patted Yura.

Veteran O'Neill, with the military flag flying, hunting sounds, and roaring, a powerful buff effect enveloped himself and Yura.

The military flag was waving, and the blood flies in the air turned into dirty blood and shattered around them.

Looking at the tall figure, the heavy armor was so thick that even his stabbing sword might not touch his body when he penetrated it, Fan Lei's cold sweat flowed from his mask:

Now it's two against two, can we still win?

The Crow Mountain Killer was silent for a moment:

Remember the story about the legless bird?

You have to tell stories when the enemy is facing you? Fan Lei glared.

The Yashan killer said: There is another story about two people encountering a tiger. One person turned around and ran away, while the other person squatted down to tie his shoelaces. Do you know why?

Fan Lei's cold sweat flowed more and more in the mask:

Because all it takes is running faster than the other guy?

The Yashan killer turned his face sideways, looked at Fan Lei and nodded.

The two of them were close to each other, very close to each other. The white mask and the dead bone mask looked at each other, with swords and swords in their sights.

Fan Lei suddenly stopped his hand, put the holy mark on his waist, and prepared to take out the dagger from his waist.

But one hand finally took a step slower. Fan Lei let go of one hand, leaving only one leg to hook the Yashan Killer. His focus became less and less, and he was thrown away by the Yashan Killer with a twist of the waist.

Twisting around and leaving Fan Lei behind, the Yashan Killer took advantage of the situation and ran away.

He waved the hook:

Goodbye, footless bird, it's time for you to land!

This bastard, no wonder he had to give me a cane!

Fan Lei lay on the ground and roared in anger.

Fan Lei struggled to crawl to the edge of the bridge, tried to climb over the fence, and then resigned to his fate.

But after climbing a few steps, a dark shadow enveloped him.

Fan Lei turned over and saw that Yura had already gone after the Crow Mountain killer, and the veteran stood in front of him with a terrifying expression. The black shadow of his robe shrouded his body, like the black feathers of the god of death.

Fan Lei smiled bitterly.

The death knell the birdman heard and the black feathers he saw were all prepared for him.

But I haven't met the Blood King yet, and I haven't told him about the crisis yet. How could I die!

Fan Lei shouted and sprinkled a piece of blood flies.

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

O'Neill snorted coldly and waved the military flag again. The unfolded military flag swatted down a large number of blood flies.

But Fan Lei used this little time to finally climb up to the edge of the bridge, use one foot to climb over the guardrail and jump off.

The bridge of the college is quite tall, and Fan Lei is like a bird with broken wings, falling in mid-air.

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

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

The cursed blood controlled his body, driving his twisted broken legs to crawl toward the dense woods under the bridge.

Fan Lei stuffed the stabbing sword in his mouth, gritted his teeth, and prevented himself from making any sound as he crawled through the hidden bushes.

I must return to the Blood Dynasty...I want to see that great and beautiful dynasty again...I want to kill Full Moon and not let Latan disturb the dynasty's sleep and the Blood King's good night...

The veteran stood on the fence beside the bridge, shrugged and tried the heavy armor on his body. He still didn't jump off, but just watched indifferently.

After a while, Yura came back.

He was covered in blood and breathing heavily.

Let him run away, Yura said.

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

The implication is that the Crow Mountain Killer can kill Yura.

Yura smiled bitterly and sat next to the railing of the bridge:

We old guys are not in good health anymore. Didn't you 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'Neill picked up the railing and looked at the blood stains gradually spreading on the lake.

You are a Blood Finger hunter, I am not. Killing the Blood Finger is just a way to kill the Blood Finger. What is more important is to get the way to the Blood Dynasty from the Blood Finger.

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

The Blood Fingers have medals and can directly teleport those who run away. Yura said, Can't you arrest them and interrogate them?

O'Neill shook his head:

That guy doesn't look like someone who has a teleportation array. If he had one, he should have used it as soon as he jumped off the bridge. Maybe he can't use it, maybe his medal is gone, but in short, he can't teleport now.

O'Neill shook off the blood fly corpse on the military flag, rolled it into a gun again, and said:

As for the interrogation, do you know what he shouted when he jumped? That guy is a fanatical believer. We can't get the answer through interrogation.

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

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

Yura's beard and hair trembled, he clenched his teeth, and his eyes covered by a bamboo hat flashed with twisted yellow light.

Damn parasite... Yura's voice trembled with pain.

Parasite? O'Neill looked at Yura, Are you parasitized by a parasite?

Yura calmed down for a while, returned to normal, and took a long breath:

I guess so. I feel like something is moving inside my body.

O'Neill stretched out his hand to Yura and pulled him to his feet:

Don't worry, you will be fine once we find the Blood Dynasty and rescue the master. My master is a genius. Not to mention parasites, even if a god is parasitic in your body, he can drive it out for you.