After losing too much blood, the man fell to the ground. The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and the man's eyes widened as if searching for Zhan Feiyu's figure in the darkness.
Walking out from behind the tree where he was hiding, Zhan Feiyu looked at the man struggling in pain on the ground and threw the burning branch in his hand hard.
"Zhan Feiyu!" The man let out a hoarse laugh, moved his body a few times, and his vicious and ferocious eyes seemed to want to cut Zhan Feiyu into pieces.
Under the firelight, Zhan Feiyu, who was standing not far away with a dull face, picked up a burning dead branch and threw it on the man again.
The coarse clothes he had worn for an unknown period of time were ignited, and the fire spread. The man lying on the ground twitched in pain, as if he wanted to put out the fire on his body, but his consciousness was still there, but his body was too weak to move, and he could only stare.
Da Yi stared at Zhan Feiyu with unblinking eyes.
Zhan Feiyu clenched the "dagger" in his hand, and his dark eyes were as calm as a seven-year-old girl.
"You want to know...who...sent me..." The man's voice was incoherent and unclear, and the smile on his lips was strange and morbid. Even if he was on the verge of death, he was still tempting the escaped prey.
"I don't want to." With two crisp words, Zhan Feiyu did not let down his guard until the man was completely surrounded by flames, and Zhan Feiyu fell to the ground.
Did he kill someone? He looked at the blood-stained "dagger" in his hand by the firelight. As if he was frightened, Zhan Feiyu let go of his hand and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang.
But at this moment, the man who was about to be burned to death suddenly rushed over, his body covered in burning flames, and he rushed towards Zhan Feiyu with open arms.
Damn it! Zhan Feiyu, who was sitting on the ground, fell to the ground in shock before he could get up.
Perhaps it was his obsession before death that caused the carotid artery to be cut and burned, but the man actually held on to his last breath and had to use a backrest before he died.
"Fat girl, get out of the way!" At the dangerous moment, a clear male voice sounded, and almost at the same time, the burning man who rushed towards him was kicked out.
Chongguang rubbed his chin with one hand and looked up and down at Zhan Feiyu curiously, "Hey, fat girl is quite courageous."
"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. They laugh at every sight!" Zhan Feiyu grinned, looking like a naughty child who was not afraid of anything. But after taking a look at the burnt corpse, Zhan Feiyu calmly took two steps back and grilled the meat.
It's delicious, but the smell of roasted human flesh is simply hard to describe...
"Master Qi, is this the fat girl's murder weapon?" Chongguang picked up the blood-stained "dagger" on the ground and raised it loudly.
The iron piece was ground very sharp. If it weren't for the blood stains on it, it would be hard to believe that the jade-faced man they had been hunting for for more than half a year died so cowardly.
Is there anyone else? Zhan Feiyu turned his head suddenly. Across the ditch on the path, Yin Wuyan was sitting on horseback looking at Zhan Feiyu with cold, bottomless eyes.
Zhan Feiyu swallowed his saliva, feeling inexplicably guilty, "Big brother?"
Turning over and dismounting, Yin Wuyan tapped his toes, and the black figure jumped across the ditch in an instant. Under the firelight, his angular face looked particularly handsome, but his bloodthirsty phoenix eyes were too cold, which made people feel terrified.
"Fat girl, how did you kill him?" Chongguang's gaze shifted from the charred corpse to Zhan Feiyu, who had straightened his body. With this crudely made dagger, it would be difficult to kill an ordinary person, let alone
A master like Jade Faced Man.
If there was only Chongguang, Zhan Feiyu could make up seven or eight theories without hesitation.
But after secretly glancing at Yin Wuyan, who was radiating coldness, Zhan Feiyu pointed his finger at his opponent in a cowardly manner. He would probably die an uglier death than this charred corpse if he spoke nonsense.
"Autopsy!" A hoarse voice sounded during the period of changing his voice. Yin Wuyan glanced at it and Zhongguang thrust the "dagger" into Zhan Feiyu's hand. He quickly rushed to the charred corpse and squatted down to begin the autopsy.
The fire on the corpse had been extinguished, most of the clothes were burned, and the hair and face were also burned. Chongguang put on cicada-wing gloves to inspect the corpse, "Master Qi, the neck was cut open with a sharp weapon. The wound was flat and the depth was no longer than a grain of rice.
Died from excessive blood loss."
"Fat girl, your strength is too weak and the stroke is too shallow, otherwise the person will die with one strike." Chongguang turned around and lectured Zhan Feiyu. If he hadn't arrived in time, the jade-faced man would probably have held him in his arms.
The fat girl was burned to death together.
Uh... Zhan Feiyu looked at the "murder weapon" in his hand, could he say that it was his first time to kill someone and his skills were immature.
Chongguang was amused by Zhan Feiyu's tangled look, and then peeled off the clothes on the charred corpse, "There is a cloud-shaped birthmark on the left shoulder, and a red mole in the middle of the birthmark. Master, this is Jade Face Lang Junhou
fly."
Yin Wuyan took a closer look, and then turned to look at Zhan Feiyu, who was standing beside him very frustrated. The little girl was in a mess, with dead grass on her messy hair, and dirt on her white face, except for the obsidian stone.
His big eyes are still radiant, cunning and intelligent.
"Say." As soon as Yin Wuyan opened his mouth, Zhan Feiyu jumped up, raised his head, and grinned, looking silly and cute.
What should I say? Zhan Feiyu's smiling cheeks were a little stiff. Although he had been rescued, including the time when he was a Crazy Horse on South Street, Zhan Feiyu was as sharp as a small animal. If he dared to lie...
"My third uncle sharpened the dagger for me to use for self-defense." Zhan Feiyu first explained the origin of the "violent weapon". The little girl in the village often went up the mountain, so it was normal to have a dagger for self-defense.
Yin Wuyan looked at Zhan Feiyu without changing his expression.
"I was hiding in a tree just now, and then I jumped down and slashed his neck." Zhan Feiyu confessed again, widening his innocent eyes to increase his persuasiveness, "When my mother killed the chicken, she always aimed at the neck.
Third uncle occasionally takes me to the mountains to hunt, and my neck is a weak point."
Even for a ferocious wild boar, the neck is the weakest part, and one blow will kill it!