Chapter 2 Sir, do you need an apprentice?

'snort!'

'Well!'

'ah!'

In the snowy night, we either groan, scream or moan, and the terrible sounds were like arrows, constantly penetrated the rich darkness and nailed into the small sheep pen.

Luo Sen hid in the innermost corner of the sheep pen, curled up tightly, and covered his thin body with thick hay, hoping that the nightmare would end soon.

He could not understand why the two teenagers died, and only knew that the clerk had been attacked.

He has no power to tie a chicken, and the only thing he can do now is to try to reduce his presence and not be targeted by this terrifying and ruthless sneak attacker.

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the darkness.

"Ah~ I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

A scream of pain came from outside the sheep pen.

‘Puff~’

In the wet and soft mud, a pale, covered with black mud stretched out, followed by two, and then the hands were slashing left and right, digging out a pit of the soil.

"I can't say anything!"

What is his current bargaining chip?

Yes, he can draw and his painting skills are "amazing".

Although he had seen similar "living zombies" in various media in his previous life, it was all imagination. When all this happened in front of him, he felt a strong psychological impact.

After a fierce psychological struggle, Rosen gritted his teeth, came out of the haystack, stepped out of the sheep pen a few steps, and shouted at the magician's back: "Sir, do you need an apprentice?"

"But he is a cruel man and will kill people at any time. Judging from his face, he is not a tolerant person. If he doesn't want to accept disciples, I will force him to come over, I'm afraid."

"Hmph~ The curse magician who is high above actually started to act as a bounty hunter. It seems that you have no big name."

"Don't hide if you have the ability! Come out and fight me with the ability!"

He immediately shouted, "Sir, I am hardworking and willing to do anything, and I can also draw and draw very well."

"No! No~~~~~~"

This is really exciting!

Subconsciously, he was highly focused, his eyes widened, and he watched all this without blinking.

Subconsciously, I reached out and touched it, and it felt cold, and it turned out to be a thick iron machete.

After hearing this, the magician turned his head and looked at the sheep pen. The iron machete inserted into the sheep pen actually flew up. After flying over a distance of more than ten meters, he slashed the iron claw wolf's neck with one knife.

When talking about business, as long as the customer does not directly reject you, you still have a chance, because the other party is likely to wait for you to show off your core chips.

‘Bang bang bang!’

Immediately afterwards, a dark red light ball flew out from a remote corner next to the sheep pen, hitting the figure outside the sheep pen.

‘This knife came to me! It is likely that I was mistaken for the curse magician who attacked me!’

A painful groan actually sounded directly near the sheep pen.

"You will know soon if there is a name."

‘Magic is really powerful, I destroyed a village alone. If I want to live like a human being, I will probably be a magician!’

This reaction actually made Luo Sen feel a little hope.

‘This magician is definitely a master who regards human life as a mustard of grass.’

In the flash of lightning, Rosen figured out many things.

When he thought that there was a real head inside, and the owner of this head was still an acquaintance, his heart couldn't help but jump.

Accompanied by a strange sound similar to a whistle, three light balls drew smooth curves in the night and hit the figure one after another.

Luo Sen looked up slightly, his eyes looking out through the hole in the wooden board.

The explosion like a large firecracker rang almost at the same time.

A cold laugh came from the darkness, and the sound actually appeared near the sheep pen, which made Rosen's scalp explode!

"Iron Claw Wolf, wanted criminal, Baron Morey offers a reward of 10 Jinkron to ask for your head, now do you understand?"

Luo Sen looked at all this and felt his hair explode.

“Ah~~~~~”

Wald collapsed instantly and shouted, "I said! I said! Let him go, let him go! Let him rest in peace! I beg you!"

Luo Sen squinted his eyes and found that the magician was about in his early forties. He was very thin, his cheeks were slightly concave, and his forehead was covered with fine lines, which looked very vicissitudes.

The suffocating quiet lasted for about 10 seconds.

The young man was wearing a animal leather jacket soaked in mud. His skin was blue, his pupils were white, and his head was covered with mud and snow. His appearance was a corpse, but his movements were no different from those of a living person.

The iron clawed wolf Wald's body and head separate.

His arms were broken at the same root, and his left leg was empty below his knee. There was a large area of ​​snow around him, full of blood sprayed from his wounds.

The next moment, Luo Sen felt something stuck heavily on the mud on his back, and the splashed mud hit his back, and it hurt so hard.

At this moment, Rosen heard a "click" sound in his mind, similar to a shutter sound of taking pictures, and information flow flashed through his mind.

The magician sighed lightly, and a faint disappointment appeared on his face: "Did you surrender so quickly? I thought it was a hard bone."

"Die!"

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly became cold.

"Ha~~~ It's interesting. OK, I just miss an assistant carrying my bag."

Luo Sen was slightly happy: "You can even take screenshots, so I can at least become an excellent realistic painter."

‘The screenshot of the adventure log is successfully taken, and the screenshot is automatically stored on the desktop.’

A thunderous shout suddenly exploded near the sheep pen, followed by a shrill roar of wind from far to near, rushing towards the sheep pen.

The iron-clawed wolf Wald roared with all his strength, but it was too weak and his voice was intimidating.

‘The magician hid near the sheep pen but did not kill me. I am afraid that it was not because he did not find me, but because he regarded me as a bait to confuse his opponent’s perception!’

And with the screams, the torch that had been extinguished before lit up again, and the swaying fire slightly dispelled the darkness of the snowy night.

‘Crash~’

Luo Sen breathed a sigh of relief and immediately ran towards the cloth bag. The moment he held the cloth bag with both hands, he clearly felt the soft and warm touch of the human head at his fingertips.

The sound is empty and ethereal, like an echo floating out of hell.

"But you didn't kill me, didn't you?"

"That's not my companion, I was forced to stay with them."

While speaking, he turned to look at the cemetery in a corner of the village.

No, there are more than one light ball, there are 2, no, there are 3!

‘Drip!Drip!Drip!’

After saying that, he threw the cloth bag with his head next to Rosen: "This dirty thing can be exchanged for money, please take it for me."

Immediately afterwards, a young man sat up from the mud pit.

"Despicable! Shameless! Bastard!"

"Wald, although your son is dead, his soul has not yet dissipated. I can get him up and suffer all the tortures in the world again!"

"snort!"

He saw the bandit leader Iron Claw Wolf lying on the snow less than 10 meters away from the sheep pen, moaning in pain and wriggling.

"Wald, you have two roads to go now. First, tell me the treasure land of the village, and I will let you die happily. Second, I will spend three days prying your mouth open bit by bit."

"This is a magician, with very powerful methods. Should I go out and take a gamble, or something?"

"Don't try to take a bronze from me!"

"The bandits in the village seem to have died. There are so many beasts and poisonous insects in the forest. I don't know the way out. I'm afraid I can't survive even if I stay here alone."

His heart moved and he immediately summoned the table.

The magician shrugged: "That's a pity. I heard that your son just died yesterday and was buried in the cemetery there, right?"

The walls of the sheep pen were smashed and the wood chips flew.

He was fighting fiercely in his heart.

At this time, the magician spoke.

The magician seemed to be moved, stopped and turned his head halfway to look at Rosen: "I killed your two companions, don't you hate me?"

With his words, the 'corpse' in the cemetery lost its vitality and lay back on the cemetery.
To be continued...