Trickster Hunter

Chapter 278 Divide

"Then you are really a clever little ghost." Sun Hang gave it a thumbs up.

"Don't try to change the subject! I'm asking you a question!" The inverted man's tone was very dissatisfied, "Where did you come from, kid? Why do you have a smell that makes me feel uncomfortable?"

"Smell?" Sun Hang raised his arm and sniffed, "Are you talking about the smell of sweat? Tsk, I think it won't stink if you don't take a shower for a day or two in this temperature?"

Sun Hang seemed to remember something, and untied the bandage on his wrist in a few seconds - the wound that was strangled by the Zhou family's female ghost with hair has not healed yet. As the bandage was removed, the bright red blood beads immediately seeped out of the flesh, and a faint smell of blood immediately spread.

The face of the inverted man suddenly changed drastically, and the female ghost floated away without a trace. Even the nearby townspeople turned their heads and looked at Sun Hang.

"You... you you you... who are you?!" The arms supporting the body of the inverted man suddenly softened, and he fell to the ground with a bang. Even the piece of rotten meat covered with maggots stuck in his throat fell out, and the plump and tender maggot babies were scattered all over the ground.

It rolled and crawled away from Sun Hang, and the whole person shrank into a ball - maybe it was used to the feeling of exchanging hands and feet. Even if the body turned right, it still supported the ground with both hands, raised its feet high, and protected its head.

Between its toes, there was a small knife with a blade less than half a palm long, and the rusty blade was facing Sun Hang directly.

"You are not a human! You are definitely not a human!" The inverted man shouted hysterically.

"You said this as if you were a human yourself?" Sun Hang picked his nose and subconsciously wanted to pull the female ghost behind him over, but when he turned around, he found that the other party had floated nearly 20 meters away and had shrunk under a dead old jujube tree.

"Why are you hiding again?" Sun Hang looked at the timid female ghost in silence.

I thought it was a fierce ghost, but I didn't expect it to be a shy little widow.

Faintly, Sun Hang felt that something seemed to be wrong - he soon found out that something was wrong: the sacrificial ceremony on the stage had stopped, and everyone in the audience, including the host in a Taoist robe with a scar on his face, was staring at him.

There were different expressions in their eyes, but there were only two emotions that accounted for the largest proportion.

Fear, and greed.

"No! No, no, no! You must be pretending! You must have something good hidden in you!" The inverted man screamed, "Take it out! Take it out for me!"

"Good stuff?" Sun Hang thought for a moment, "Are you talking about this?"

He took out the hunting pistol that had been emptied of bullets, pulled the slide, and the alloy components inside the bolt made a pleasant collision sound.

"How dare you tease me?!"

The inverted man stared at him with his bloodshot eyes. The edges of his eye sockets were full of pus-like secretions, and his eyeballs were swollen and bulging, as if they were about to pop out at any time.

"Isn't this gun a good thing? I spent half a month's allowance to buy it. This money is enough to book a river view room in the top hotel in Tianfu City." Sun Hang hooked the trigger guard with his fingers and turned the pistol weighing nearly three pounds.

"If you don't want to take it out honestly, don't blame me for being rude!" The inverted man screamed, supported his body with his hands and crawled quickly. In a blink of an eye, he had forced himself in front of Sun Hang, and the tetanus blade between his toes slashed directly towards Sun Hang's throat!

Sun Hang was too lazy to talk nonsense, and dodged away with a flash. Although the opponent's movements were fast, they were still within the range that ordinary people could react to. Although Sun Hang had lost those special abilities, the series of experiences since he woke up made his combat experience no less than that of the elite operators in the field department.

The next second, Sun Hang quickly grabbed the opponent's ankle and swung the inverted man up!

The inverted man was very short. Although it was difficult to judge his exact height from his hunched posture, according to Sun Hang's estimation, even if this guy stood up straight, he would probably be less than 1.6 meters... This height is definitely considered a third-class disability for modern men, but in that era of scarce resources, people as short as him were not uncommon.

Coupled with the opponent's skinny figure, the weight of the inverted man was even less than 30 kilograms. You must know that according to the training standards of the Xiazhou Federation, the weight of regular soldiers in full cross-country riding is 55 kilograms, which is almost like carrying two inverted men on their backs.

"Bang!!!"

The handstander was thrown to the ground heavily, but Sun Hang did not stop.

He knew very well that since he had started, there was no reason to stop.

The opponent's attack was aimed at his life, so it was reasonable for him to kill the opponent in self-defense, right?

Besides, the townspeople of Maoyun Town were all immortal. Even if he cut the opponent into eight pieces, he could just find a tailor to sew the eight pieces of rotten meat together, and the guy would be alive and well and run to the door of the young widow's house to tell dirty jokes the next day.

Since leaving Tianfu City and coming to this strange place, Sun Hang has been holding back an inexplicable anger in his heart and had nowhere to vent. Originally, the female ghost of the Zhou family was a good opportunity, but he couldn't hit a smiling person, and she cried and admitted her fear. Sun Hang couldn't bully a young widow who had lost her husband and children, right?

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being blind and asking for trouble."

The heavy hunting pistol turned in Sun Hang's palm, and then hit the handstander's chin firmly.

Who said that hunting pistols are useless when they are out of bullets? Even without bullets, it is still a powerful weapon.

Especially the handle with a special weight.

Sun Hang held the gun body and used the metal rubber-coated handle as a clever war hammer, swinging it at the handstander again and again. After a while, the piercing screams disappeared, leaving only intermittent gasps.

"Tsk, it's so dirty."

Sun Hang looked at the gun in his hand. The rubber-coated handle was covered with minced meat and blood plasma, and a few maggot babies that were beaten into a paste could be vaguely seen - it must be said that the protein content is indeed full.

Sun Hang stepped on the head of the handstander with his foot, tore off a large piece of cloth from his clothes with a sizzling sound, and wiped the pistol leisurely.

The entire square was silent, and almost every eye was focused on Sun Hang. The "host" on the stage seemed to be stunned. He stood there stupidly and stared at Sun Hang who had just finished the violence. He even forgot to put down the arm holding the feather fan.

"Why are you looking at me? Keep playing the music and dancing!" Sun Hang shouted at the stage, "It would be so embarrassing if we delay the sacrificial ceremony because of such a small matter!"

Sun Hang's words were like pressing the "pause end" switch. The "host" who was originally frozen on the stage danced a strange dance again, and the sound of wooden clogs stepping on the wooden floor rhythmically sounded again.

And the townspeople below the stage gradually turned their heads back.

Sun Hang wiped the pistol carefully and put it back into the holster. Then he rolled the round head with the sole of his boot and asked, "I said it was a good thing, right? Look, it's so handy in a fight. Isn't it better than your razor blade?"

"Hmm... Hmm..."

The inverted man made a vague sound.

"You're so tough? You haven't died yet?" Sun Hang was slightly stunned, then moved his foot up a few inches and stepped down hard.

With a crisp sound of the spine being broken, the inverted man's body twitched and then softened.

Sun Hang took two steps back and rubbed the sole of his boot on the clean cement floor twice, leaving two dark red blood marks.

Seeing that the inverted man was dead, several nearby townspeople immediately surrounded him.

They took out various knives, axes, saws and other tools from nowhere, and in just a few minutes, they divided the inverted man's body clean, even the minced meat stuck to the ground was not spared.

"No way? I just thought about chopping this guy into pieces, but I just thought about it." Sun Hang said in astonishment, "Are you serious?"

A townsman who was holding a thigh and had talismans all over his face turned around and said in a very respectful tone: "He offended the person favored by the mayor. According to the meaning of the host of the ceremony, he will receive the blessing this time and distribute it to everyone as the rations for next month."

As the townsman said, the townspeople who divided the body of the handstander did not take the meat for themselves, but carried it all to the stage, and the host with extremely postmodern style danced another completely different dance around the pile of meat.

"There is another piece! There is another piece!"

A little boy with empty eyes used his hands and feet to crawl out from between the adults' legs, grabbed the piece of rotten meat covered with maggots that the handstander spit on the ground, and held it high above his head.

But who knew that all the townspeople around laughed.

"Hahaha, little blind man, that piece of meat has long been rotten and can't be eaten!"

"Only a skinny guy would hold it in his mouth like a treasure."

"Throw it away, throw it away, there will be something fresh to eat soon!"

"Yes, yes, thanks to the mayor, otherwise everyone would be hungry again!"

The topic of the townspeople quickly shifted to the sacrificial ceremony, and the square was filled with a happy atmosphere for a while.

If you just take this section out and look at it alone, no one would have thought that the thing that made the townspeople so excited would be to divide up the body of another townsman.

"It's a bit weird, a bit crazy." Sun Hang, who was standing there, murmured, "but I don't know why, it feels very reasonable."

"Of course it's reasonable." A familiar voice sounded beside Sun Hang, and Sun Hang's eyes jumped suddenly, and he immediately turned his head to look to the side.

I saw the old woman I met in the wilderness standing beside me with a cane, looking at the townspeople in the square with a kind face.

"After all, Maoyun Town has been like this for so many years." said the old woman.

"By the way, are you the mayor of this town?" Sun Hang asked in a low voice with honorifics.

"Mayor? Maoyun Town doesn't have a mayor." The old woman replied with a smile.

"But everyone I met has mentioned the mayor to me." Sun Hang asked in confusion.

"Then have those who mentioned the mayor to you ever seen the mayor in person?" The old woman asked again.

"...Since there is no mayor, who is the one who blesses these 'foods'?"

"Bless? Where is the blessing?" The old woman's smile remained, and the deep crow's feet at the corners of her eyes spread all the way to the bottom of her hair.

Sun Hang was stunned and looked up at the stage.

The host of the ceremony, who was wearing a Taoist robe and had a scar from his ordination, had stopped dancing and used a scalpel to cut off the flesh of the handstander piece by piece and distributed it to the townspeople queuing below the stage.

"Meat is still meat, but in their eyes, it is cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, rice and flour." The old woman said, "There has never been any blessing, everything is just their fantasy."

"...Can you tell me more about it?"

"You should have heard about the famine in Maoyun Town that year?"

"I have heard a little bit about it." Sun Hang nodded.

"When they really can't find anything to eat, the starving people will turn their eyes to their own kind... But they don't want to admit that they are eating human flesh. They can only make up some self-deceiving lies, pointing at the bloody meat in the bowl with chopsticks and telling themselves that this is rice, this is an old hen, this is the fat pig that was just slaughtered at the entrance of the village... Over time, people believe these lies. The meat really turned into rice, an old hen, and greasy pork belly."

"What about the curse of immortality?" Sun Hang asked.

"It's all obsession." The old woman shook her head, "In troubled times, human life is worthless, and all people want is a full meal and a way to survive."

"Then why is the piece of bait you gave me..."

"If you believe it, then it is a bait. If you don't believe it, then it is what it is." The old woman said, "Now take out the banknote I gave you and see it?"

Sun Hang heard this and immediately took the banknote out of his pocket.

The banknote turned into a tattered grain ticket, and the denomination changed from 50 cents to five liters of rice, but on the front of the grain ticket, there was a bright red seal.

"[Void]."

[P.S. I'd like to ask for leave in advance. I have to go on a business trip during the National Day holiday. My schedule is very full and I probably won't have time to write. And I'm known for not saving drafts, so I'm expected to take 2-3 days off from October 2nd to October 4th. The specific number of days will depend on the actual arrangements at that time.

Of course, I can't rule out the possibility of going back to the hotel to get my phone to write after work during the day... But I definitely can't do 4,000 a day. 】