Pick up a dead man and bring him back

Chapter 10

"Then don't blame me for offending!"

After finishing speaking, an extremely strong aura suddenly emanated from the bamboo house. I was keenly aware that that kind of aura was like an air wave, with the bamboo house as the center, scattered in all directions, and the places it passed were as devastating and reliable as air waves. The bamboo forest was the first to suffer, and was cut into two sections abruptly!

Many people dressed in black and masked rushed backward along with the air waves, and some of them had no time to escape, and even vomited blood and died in mid-air.

All the things happened in just an instant.

I was secretly shocked when I saw it. I don't know who would use such a move that doesn't distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. It must be definitely not a good man or a believer.

Shiba stood at the front, but he was as motionless as a mountain, and could only fly backwards violently from the corner of his clothes.I don't know how he moved, but I saw a white light piercing into the bamboo house quickly.

"This sonic skill can't kill anyone, but it will hurt. 27, let's hide!" 89 smiled and retracted the silver needle glowing with blue light, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stepped back when he mentioned me.

I was a little surprised. I didn't expect such a small needle, as thin as a hair. It was not easy to make needles in ancient times. Such a silver needle as long as a cow's hair is probably beyond the reach of ordinary craftsmen and old women.

89 Carrying me was like carrying a handful of straw, and we ran a distance of four or five meters effortlessly. After two or three steps, we were already several feet away, and the air wave followed. When we stopped, it was already A hundred zhang away, except for the stone tablet of "Extinct Ridge" that was not broken, but only a few fragments fell off, the ground was in a mess.

In addition to the two people killed in 89, there were two more men in black with mutilated limbs on the ground here, and their deaths were bleak.

Not long after standing still, a man in black jumped out. 89 pulled out a soft sword from his waist. After being stained with blood, he shook it, and the blade became straighter, and then threw it into my hand.

"27!" 89 giggled, "I'll show you something fun!"

After saying that, he quickly projected dozens of cold lights outwards with his hands, then grabbed the red thread with his hands, and floated up the tree. One person let out a muffled snort, and red threads radiated from the joints of his body , as if growing on his body, and I don't know how 89 moves, the end of the thread is quickly wrapped around his fingers, densely packed.

My scalp was numb, and I glanced at 89 who was extremely happy. Suddenly, I felt the wind whistling from the left, and I raised the knife subconsciously. I only heard the sound of "Zeng", and there was a sharp pain in my tiger's mouth. I knew it without looking. It was the jaws of the tiger.

I turned around and saw that the man in black who attacked me swung a knife, then suddenly fell down without any warning, only a thin red thread was attached to his head.

"Bully! Who is bullying 27!" 89 yelled dissatisfiedly, raised his hand gently, and retracted the thin needle on the man's body.

This, martial arts, really makes people feel chills, killing people without bleeding, leaving no trace, really killing people invisible.

I lowered my eyes, clenched the knife tightly, and looked back at Shiba. The only one who faced the enemy head-on just now was Shiba.

Now he is already fighting with a man wearing a bamboo bamboo hat, surrounded by several people, but they are not allowed to get close, the two of them, every move and every move, from a distance, there are waves of air gushing out, forming a The fixed circle makes it difficult for people around to get close.

"27, don't worry about Shiba, he'll be fine!" 89 snorted slightly unhappy, "Look at this! This!"

I obeyed, and saw 89's ten fingers twisting rapidly, the man in black who was connected by the red thread let out a painful cry, then his face turned black, black blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his limbs flew up. The arm attached to the red line swung the knife towards me. I was startled and rolled to the side, but suddenly I was slapped in the face by the blood beside me.

It turned out that 89 controlled and killed the man in black behind me. That man's neck was cut off and he fell to the ground.

The people around saw this, but none of them showed surprise. After a brief blank, they all turned towards 89 on the tree, but 89 was not in a hurry, and he didn't know how he moved. The person with the red thread flung it aside, and he took back the dozens of things with a cold light in his hands.

He quickly threw out a handful of red thread, jumped down from the tree with a smile on his face, patted my shoulder, and asked with a smile, "How is it? I'm good."

While speaking, he withdrew his hand, and the red line was withdrawn neatly.

I saw those people who were originally floating in the air suddenly stopped, as if they had been pressed the pause button, and then fell to the ground or hung on trees like rain.

"... Awesome." I swallowed hard, and couldn't find my voice for a while.

These two people, Shiba and 89, both have unique skills, but they are more ruthless than the other, but I can't imagine how they have been tempered into such a heart, especially 89, who is obviously just a half-old He looks like a child, but he can still kill people with a smile, with a very enjoyable expression, which makes people creepy.

Fortunately, I am not against them, otherwise I would be crushed to pieces.

Holding the thread, 89 smiled brightly at me, "It's done! Let's watch the competition between Shiba and Yisu. Both of them are rare masters!"

After finishing speaking, 89 excitedly grabbed me and sat on the stone tablet engraved with "Extinct Ridge".

In contrast, I seemed uninterested. I had hoped to take advantage of the chaos to escape, but I didn’t expect that the hell would be dealt with so easily. Or it should be explained this way: I never thought that the strength of a class was equal to that of a division.

What a mistake.

And just washed it last night, it didn't take long before it was stained with blood again, which really made people unhappy.

"Eighteen! Eighteen!" 89 shouted excitedly, not without complacency, "We've finished cleaning up here with ease!"

You fucking smug ass!

...a brat who deserves a beating...

I feel like I'm getting messed up.

I remember that a certain book said that the master's tricks are only in the bits and pieces.

Isn't this brat afraid of being distracted for a while?

89 moved his legs and continued to point, "Eighteen, back, back!"

A man in black around Shiba's back received Shiba's slap in response, and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, spit out a mouthful of blood, couldn't get up again, and probably died.

"Left! Left..."

Angrily, I reached out my hand to cover the bear's mouth, and said, "Little Daddy, can you just shut up!"

The bear child nodded tearfully.

As a result, as soon as I let go, I saw the brat standing up, crying and shouting at Shiba: "Shiba, Shiba! 27 called my daddy! Woohoo! 27 is stupid! Daddy doesn't even know me anymore!"

"..." I was completely petrified.

I comfort myself from the bottom of my heart, I can't care about it, I can't care about it with fools...

But fortunately, Shiba over there was not affected at all. Although I don't know much about martial arts, I can still see a little skill in fighting for a long time. Although there are many people on the other side, it is only Shiba and the black It's just a battlefield for the clothed man, and the others are just a foil.

The two opened and closed, all the moves seemed to be carrying a heat wave, and they seemed to have extraordinary strength. They came and went, but no one was hurt.

After a few rounds, the men in black were all bounced off one after another, and a handful of green leaves the size of an index finger were stuck around their necks, probably picked by eighteen novices.

Eighteen's martial arts—really unfathomable.

Only Shiba and that person were left standing on the battlefield.