Chapter 5 The man in the ear "Brother!" Faced with this sudden scene, the one who reacted the fastest was Zhang Hu. He opened his arms and strode forward, trying to stop the hunter who suddenly attacked. "boom!" However, someone was one step faster than him. Jiang Lin casually lowered his leg, and the hunter in front of him was kicked back onto the bed, smashing the entire bed. Zhang Hu stopped in a daze. He looked at the thin little Taoist priest with shock. The kick just now seemed random, but the force...
Born with supernatural powers? My senior brother is really an unyielding tiger. Even though he has become much thinner, he still weighs more than 100 kilograms. How could he be kicked away so easily? "Master, you are too harsh..." Zhang Hu was shocked and sighed. He couldn't blame others because it was his senior brother who suddenly fell ill and Taoist Xuanying was just protecting himself. People in the underworld value the distinction between gratitude and resentment. But no matter what, this blow was really too heavy. "Shut up." Jiang Lin said calmly. Zhang Hu was stunned for a moment, not understanding why the Taoist priest suddenly became so cold, but he came to his senses immediately. He looked in the direction Jiang Lin was looking. I saw Senior Brother Tu collapsed on the ground, his eyes bulging, his mouth foaming with saliva, opening and closing as if he was saying something. Zhang Hu didn't care about anything else. He ran forward, squatted down and listened carefully. The butcher behind him grabbed the corner of her clothes at some point, with a look of inexplicable panic on her face. The servant also lowered his head with a gloomy look in his eyes. But no one cares about these two at the moment. "Brother, what do you want to say?" Zhang Hu just thought that this was his senior brother's last breath and he wanted to leave a will. He couldn't help but feel sad and listened more carefully. The butcher's mouth opened and closed, making a sound as soft as a mosquito's. "I won't fight... wolves anymore... I won't dare to do it again... I won't dare to do it again..." “Mercy…Mercy…” The hunter struggled to raise his head, but he was too weak. He could only look up at the sky, muttering to himself, "I won't kill wolves anymore," "Please spare my life," and "Let me go."
"Watching wolves?" A hint of doubt flashed across Zhang Hu's eyes. What wolf? Why spare my life? Could it be that Senior Brother is like this now because he was assassinated? ! "Tap...tap..." At this time, Jiang Lin's crisp footsteps were heard. He strolled to the butcher and squatted down casually. Then, under Zhang Hu's puzzled eyes, Jiang Lin's hands were covered with dust, and then... "Snapped!" A big slap hit the butcher's face! "you!" Zhang Hu was stunned and subconsciously became angry. When he was about to stand up, he was attracted by the gaze of the young Taoist priest. The look in his eyes was clear but contained indifference and an indescribable majesty. For a moment, Zhang Hu didn't dare to speak anymore. "Squeak!" At this moment, the unconscious hunter suddenly made a sound. No, it was not the hunter's voice, but his ears that made the sound. Under Zhang Hu's shocked gaze, the hunter's two ears suddenly enlarged, and two clay figures the size of fingers emerged from his ears. Although the clay figure was small, it had all the facial features intact and it jumped back and forth on the butcher's face. They came to the hunter's forehead and hit him hard. "Tuk tuk tuk..." Along with a crisp sound, the hunter's eyelids were suddenly lifted, and two identical little men walked out of his eyes. Four little clay figures came to the hunter's nose together, two on each side, and kicked the hunter's nose. Soon, two little clay figures emerged from the butcher's nostrils. The six little clay figures worked together to pry open the butcher's mouth. A larger clay figure emerged from the mouth. The seven clay figures were jumping on the butcher's face, as if they were confirming something. After a while, they made a sharp sound. "The Hunter is dead! The Hunter is dead!" "Report to Master Huang! Report to Master Huang!" Zhang Hu stared at this scene blankly, with a look of shock in his eyes. This scene was simply horrifying.
Jiang Lin stretched out his hand without even raising his head. "Huo Zhezi." Hearing this, Zhang Hu subconsciously reached into his pocket and handed over a fire starter. Jiang Lin took it and blew on it. "Teng!" A small orange flame started burning. "call!" He pointed the fire lighter at the hunter's face and let out a breath. "boom!" Suddenly, an extraordinary line of fire sprayed along the fire starter onto the hunter's face. No, that can no longer be called a line of fire, but a fireball the size of a washbasin! Under Zhang Hu's shocked gaze, a fireball exploded on the hunter's face. But strangely enough, when the flames died down, the hunter was found to be completely unharmed, with his eyebrows and hair all intact. It was as if the flame was fake. But Zhang Hu could clearly feel the scorching temperature. At this moment, he seemed to have thought of something. He stood up and dared not disturb the young Taoist priest in front of him anymore. This Taoist priest might be really capable! In the military, he had also seen some methods that were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Jiang Lin ignored Zhang Hu's reaction and just looked down at the hunter's face. After being burned by the flames, the seven little clay figures were burned into black dust and scattered on the butcher's face. Jiang Lin picked up a handful and put it to the butcher's nose. Along with the hunter's weak breathing, the black ash was sucked in. "Cough cough cough cough!!!" The next moment, the hunter started coughing violently and suddenly woke up, but his eyes were still confused. In front of him was a young Taoist priest whom he did not recognize but who was extremely handsome, and his junior fellow apprentice Zhang Hu. Isn't he a centurion in Wuzhou? Why is he here at my house? Wait...what's wrong with me? The butcher was at a loss when he heard the young Taoist speaking with a half-smile. "I say, how did you offend them to make them curse you so cruelly? Even..."
Jiang Lin stopped talking before he finished. The hunter's face was first confused, then filled with fear. The fear visibly crept onto his face. He didn't care about anything else and just kowtowed randomly. "I was wrong! I was wrong! I won't dare to do it again!" "I won't dare to do that again!!" "Spare your life! Spare your life!!" The butcher kowtowed like a madman, and no one knew what he was begging for mercy. Zhang Hu tried to pull it, but it just wouldn't move. Worried about hurting the hunter, he had to stop. He walked up to Jiang Lin, bowed respectfully, and asked, "Master, what was that clay figure just now? Why did my senior brother become like this?" "The one in the ear." Jiang Lin thought about it and repeated the records in the Black Law. "It stays in the seven orifices of the host, bringing nightmares to the host every day, confusing the mind and disturbing the peaceful thoughts." "As time goes on, the person will inevitably go insane, and then his soul will be taken away and his essence will be drained away, and his body will be emaciated, and he will naturally die soon." "This is an evil method, commonly used by mountain spirits and wild monsters." The Northern Emperor's Black Laws are not just laws, but also a know-it-all, recording almost all the monsters and strange creatures. These records are specially designed for fledgling mages like Jiang Lin. Otherwise, if you are completely clueless when encountering strange things, you can't be considered a qualified wizard of the Arctic Exorcist House. "My senior brother, why did you suffer this kind of treatment?" Zhang Hu looked at the still crazy hunter and shuddered. If there is a villain chanting curses in your ears every day, you will go crazy. "Then we should ask the hunter's enemy." Jiang Lin looked at the servant who was lowering his head behind Mrs. Butcher and smiled slightly. "This...Mr. Huang?" (End of this chapter)