Broken Night

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Two - Xiao Hu

The young man was not used to touching the bow and arrow in his hand.

Even after years of study, he is still used to using a gun or a knife. It's just that this world... Naturally, there are no guns. His thoughts are endless, and he has been in this world for twelve years in a blink of an eye. I never imagined that the transcendence that appeared in the novel story would be born in myself.

In his last life, it was a modern world. In that world, there are maglev cars, mobile phones... and the world that can enter a game through brain waves. And he died in that game.

It's just that he didn't expect that he would be reborn in a backward world.

Just like the movies he had seen, the tribes like savages made him feel at a loss at first. But he was also very human after all, and gradually he grew up. He took out a feathered arrow from the quiver at his waist, and a murderous look flashed in his eyes.

This murderous aura swept the entire forest in an instant.

At this moment, not far from the young man in the woods, there is a figure sitting cross-legged. This figure suddenly opened his eyes, and there were bursts of malice in the depths of his pupils, as if there was a ghost of Devil May Cry: "What a powerful murderous aura...but the wave of the tattoo force...is very weak, who is it?" He muttered to himself. , the figure disappeared in a flash.

At the same time of the murderous momentum, the bucks in the distance were frightened and fled immediately.

It was just a feather arrow that broke through the wind and passed through its head with precision.

The figure of the young man came, and his eyes calmly began to take the deer skin and cut its flesh.

And the next moment, the black shadow appeared not far from the boy.

At a glance, the black shadow's complexion changed greatly, and it was full of astonishment. He couldn't help falling to the ground, looking at the young man in front of him like a ghost!

"Huh?" The boy turned his head to look. I saw a middle-aged man who looked eerie, but looked at him with an unbelievable look.

In the eyes of the middle-aged man, there was not a teenager in front of him.

is a mountain.

A mountain of corpses built from flesh and bones.

The legend flashed through the middle-aged man's mind in an instant: "A corpse pattern is born in a son. Born in a corpse mountain, bathed in a sea of ​​blood. The suffocation is shocking, and the murderous aura shakes the ground. It is the bloodline descendant of the corpse pattern!"

The corpse mountain is famous, but only their lineage can see the corpse mountain, and that name is passed down from generation to generation only by their lineage—the Blood Mountain Icon.

Holding the sacred image of Blood Mountain, the corpse pattern rises and descends!

Gradually, the horror on the middle-aged man's face turned into a frenzy.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and the powerful tattoo force instantly swept across the boy's body without the boy noticing it.

Ok?

Such a low-level practice, how dare you teach us a holy son with a corpse pattern! ?

His eyes became violent, but his face was kind and pleasant: "This... little brother, can you have a master of tattoos?" The young man felt strange, but after all, he has been a man of two lives, and his face is very deep. Sound and color: "Well, no one around dares to move my master's idea, I advise you to leave quickly."

In his eyes, the person in front of him had made up his own mind. His mind was racing, but he was thinking about how to notify Mouse San.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly: "That's good, I just want to visit your master. Please lead the way."

The young man had a warning sign in his heart, but he did not suspect him. Although he has been a human being in two lifetimes, he does not know much about the path of cultivation in this world. Among the people he has met, Mouse San is the strongest. So he didn't know that there were many strong people in the world. The middle-aged man said that, just as he liked, he took the person in front of him back to the bloodthirsty tribe to find the third mouse.

The teenager didn't go far, but returned to the bloodthirsty tribe in a moment: "I'm back."

The figure of the third mouse appeared instantly, cursing: "Where did you go, you stinky brat?"

The young man laughed: "I hit a deer."

"Deer?" Shu San's eyes lit up, but when he looked at the figure standing behind the young man, his expression changed drastically. The middle-aged man laughed instead, his eyes were blood red, and there was a ghostly flow in the middle: "How dare you scold me, the Holy Son, you are so bold."

Just as he laughed, the surrounding bloodthirsty tribe all screamed, and Qikong fell to the ground struggling with blood. And the mouse three is like being hit hard, and his body is flying backwards like being hit hard!

The young man's mind moved, but he knew that even the three mice were severely injured by the power of each other's smile, and this kind of strength was not something he could compete with. So he didn't move, just wait and see. But there was a strange feeling in his heart: "Holy Son... Are you talking about me?"

Mouse San struggled to stand up, with a look of horror on his face: "Who are you! Little Mouse, who have you met!"

It's just that the young man didn't speak, and the middle-aged man behind him was even more hostile: "Little mouse? To call my clan's holy son by this name... You don't need to exist anymore."

With a wave of his hand, a cloud of black gas shot out.

The three faces of the mouse were full of disbelief, and his eyes turned to the boy.

Until the moment of his death, there was a look of worry on his face, thick but not scattered, and he couldn't rest his eyes.

The entire bloodthirsty tribe screamed and exclaimed, the middle-aged man laughed, and the black air spread out with him as the center. Anyone who is shrouded in black gas will turn into a mummified corpse and die almost instantly. The entire tribe died in just a few breaths.

Only the boy and the middle-aged man were left.

The middle-aged man looked at the young man, but found that the young man's face was Gujing Wubo. Even if he saw such a scene of killing Shura, there was no change in his face, which made the middle-aged man even more frenzied.

As expected of my holy son! So peaceful in the face of blood at such an age!

I will be happy!

The middle-aged man kneeled on one knee respectfully: "Rosen, I have seen the Son."

"May I ask what the name of the Son is..."

The young man didn't know what happened, but he faintly felt that it was related to his own life experience.

According to the mouse three, he was picked up from the mountain of corpses...

"I'm Xiao Hu."

The middle-aged Rosen said respectfully, "I have seen Holy Son Xiao Hu. Maybe Holy Son doesn't understand what's going on at the moment. Please go back with me, we will explain everything to Holy Son." Suddenly, his brows wrinkled. Get up and look south.

Even though they are separated by thousands of miles, their family has a unique way of sensing.

"Is it the Daoist Lady Huang Quan... she actually died..."

Daoist Huangquan is not weak, and is also a strong corpse tattooist who has broken through the fourth palace. In addition to the strange treasure she has refined for many years, it stands to reason... Except for the powerhouses in the five palaces or the thousand lines, no one in the world can keep her.

What the **** happened?

Soon, he forced himself to restrain his mind: "Holy Son, please come with me."

Black smoke enveloped the silhouettes of Rosen and Xiao Hu, and they flew into the air and quickly disappeared. There were only the countless mummified corpses on the ground, and the Shu San who was given a deep look by Xiao Hu before leaving.