But on the second day, his joyful mood began to end. He met a person.
There were countless adventurers in the Savage Mountains, so it was not strange to meet someone. In the past month, he had also met a few adventurers. But … today, this person was a bit special, because this person's whole body was shrouded in black, except for a pair of cold, murderous eyes, and the long zhanmadao in his hand.
"Kid, hand over all your belongings, and then … disappear."
The black-clothed man spoke, his tone was somewhat overbearing, like a superior giving an order.
Eh! This was the legendary hunter, a hunter who did not hunt demonic beasts, but a hunter?
Ye Qinghan slightly squinted his eyes, a little surprised in his heart. Often walking by the river, one's shoes finally got wet today. Today, he finally met the legendary black-hearted and cruel "hunter".
But in the blink of an eye, he became excited, his face was unusually red, his body began to tremble, and he stammered, "Big, big brother, can you leave some travel expenses?"
"Travel expenses or your life, you can choose to leave one."
The black-clothed man opened a multiple-choice question. Walking on the edge of darkness all year round, his heart no longer had a trace of mercy, only hardness and cold-bloodedness. As he spoke, his eyes began to shine, and the saber in his hand also slightly lifted.
"Don't, I'll leave my life."
Ye Qinghan's body trembled even more "violently", his eyes narrowed even more, and he hurriedly took the bag from his back. He threw it over, but carefully turned his left thigh slightly, blocking the black-clothed man's sight. On his left thigh, a small part of the black dagger and a short hilt were slightly exposed.
"Eh, not bad, kid, very tactful! But your dagger seems to be of good quality, throw it over too. "
The black-clothed man reached out to take the bag, felt the weight of the bag, and was very satisfied. He nodded, casually glanced at Ye Qinghan, and then said.
Ye Qinghan's face was shocked, and he hurriedly said: "This … big brother, without a weapon, I'm afraid I can't walk out of the mountain."
"Throw the dagger over. Otherwise, you can prepare to sleep in this mountain for the rest of your life." The black-clothed man didn't seem to mind. He coldly glanced over, cold and arrogant.
"Sigh …" In just a few seconds, Ye Qinghan made up his mind. He reached out and pulled out the dagger. His eyes were filled with reluctance. He then threw the dagger towards the black-clothed man. At that moment, he saw the black-clothed man's proud gaze.
The dagger drew an arc in the air at a very fast speed. The man in black laughed and raised his hand to catch the dagger.
However, his complacent gaze suddenly changed to one of astonishment and horror.
Behind the dagger, a black shadow flew even faster than the dagger. In just a short second, the black shadow caught up with the dagger. Then, it stretched out a fair and slender hand and grabbed the hilt of the dagger. Following the trajectory of the dagger, it continued to move forward until the dagger slid heavily across the arm of the man in black in front of it.
"Clang!"
The long zhanmadao and the black bag fell heavily on the ground without raising a single speck of dust. However, the black-clothed man's eyes were filled with horror. He held his left hand with his right hand and quickly retreated.
"I don't want your life. Don't do this anymore. It's very dangerous."
Ye Qinghan's body no longer trembled, and his eyes were no longer squinting. He picked up the bag on the ground, patted it lightly, and firmly tied it to his back.
"I must have been blind to come and kill a Commander-level expert … Thank you for your mercy, young man. Now that my hand is crippled, I can't do this anymore." The black-clothed man began to calm down after the horror just now. He knew that he had kicked an iron plate this time. This speed, this knife technique, it was obvious that the young man in front of him had reached the Commander-level at such a young age. Moreover, his acting skills were too good. He was actually able to deceive a veteran hunter like him who had been in the dark for many years.
His left hand was crippled. It seemed that he would never be able to use a knife with his left hand in this lifetime. There was a hint of anger in his eyes. However, as he had said just now, he was also a tactful person. Therefore, at that moment, he immediately lowered his head.
"Okay."
After Ye Qinghan finished packing, he moved his leg and kicked the long zhanmadao to the feet of the black-clothed man. Then, he turned around and left.
At this moment, he had a strange feeling in his heart for the first time. Perhaps it was the first time he had used his strength and wisdom to defeat his first enemy. Perhaps it was the first time he had used a lecturing tone to teach someone a lesson. Or perhaps it was the first time his confidence had increased a little after his first victory. Therefore, at this moment, his feelings were very complicated. He was a little excited, a little happy, and a little inexplicable. The complicated feelings made him forget to look at the black-clothed man behind him. When he raised his head, there was a trace of hatred in his eyes.
"Ah, a monster!"
A cry of surprise awakened his complicated thoughts. Ye Qinghan turned around in shock, only to see a white powder and the flash of a knife mixed in the powder.
After more than a month of life and death battles and many years of foundation, he immediately reacted in a short second. However, the powder came too fast, and the flash of the knife came too strangely. He only had time to quickly close his eyes and twist his body slightly to the side.
No matter how fast he closed his eyes, some of the white powder entered his eyes. When something strange entered his eyes, they immediately went on strike. Pain, spiciness, numbness … All kinds of adverse reactions suddenly rushed into his brain and his nerves.
His body twisted well, and the flash of the knife avoided his vital parts. It fiercely slashed across his chest, bringing with it traces of blood and splitting his flesh.
The powder was lime powder, and the hand that wielded the knife was a right hand. The person who wielded the knife was dressed in black, and his eyes were full of hatred.
Ye Qinghan fell heavily to the ground. His green robe had turned into a white robe. The red liquid that oozed out of his chest dyed the white robe red. At this moment, his eyes were tightly closed, and the muscles on his face were slightly twisted. One hand was vigorously wiping the white foam from his eyes, and the other hand was waving the knife randomly. He looked very embarrassed and somewhat miserable.
"You have made the biggest mistake, and that is to be kind. This is not the city, and this is not your family. This is the mountain." The person in black carried a knife dripping with blood and walked slowly. The heavy footsteps sounded like the soul reaper from hell walking step by step on the road to hell.
"You destroyed my left hand, but you don't know that my right hand is better than my left hand. And I have a very bad habit, which is that I will always take revenge. It is not that ten years is not too late, but that one night is too long."
The person in black nodded. It seemed that he felt that the level of his speech today had improved a little. With a cruel look in his eyes, he raised his hand and waved the knife casually at Ye Qinghan, who was rolling on the ground. In his view, Ye Qinghan, who was seriously injured and could not see, was not a threat at all when he waved the knife randomly.
Under the long Zhanmadao, Ye Qinghan, who was rolling on the ground, suddenly stopped. His eyes were still closed, but the corner of his mouth suddenly rose, and he seemed to be smiling.
Hmm?
The person in black was surprised by the smile on Ye Qinghan's face, but he did not think too much about it. The knife in his hand did not tremble or stop, and he continued to swing it down. But suddenly, a trace of surprise appeared in his indifferent eyes, and then it turned into endless fear.
He saw a Black Small Beast, a Small Beast that was frighteningly fast.
Before his knife could swing down, the Black Small Beast flew out from the torn cloth on Ye Qinghan's chest. Then, he felt a chill on his neck, and his mind was occupied by a sharp pain. Then, he fell into endless darkness.
Ah!
Ye Qinghan snorted softly. Although the owner of the long zhanmadao had died in an instant, the zhanmadao still managed to stab him in the chest. His already badly mutilated chest now had a new wound.
He did not care about the injury on his chest. Instead, he sat up with difficulty, pulled out the bag on his back, and took out a leather bag filled with water. Then, he used a large amount of water to clean the powder in his eyes.
The white air current in the bronze ring had already started to heal his wound. Ye Qinghan was already used to this kind of superficial wound. The powerful healing ability of the Sacred Tool had already been proven over the past month. Therefore, he was very relieved. Therefore, the first thing he did was not to clean his wound, but to clean his eyes.
When he saw Xiao Hei's shiny black eyes again, he could not help but feel a lot of emotions … This world was no longer the pure Earth that he used to know, especially after he left the city and went up the mountain.
This was the mountain. The Five Great Clans, the House of Ares, and even the great Divine City in the center of the mainland had no influence on the mountain. This was a world of slaughter. Natural selection, survival of the fittest, survival of the strong. He was very glad that he did not rashly come here more than a month ago.
Looking at the person in black in front of him, who had died with his eyes wide open, he let out a deep sigh.
"Although I made a mistake once, it doesn't mean that I will make it a second time. As for revenge, I also feel that one night is too long …"
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