Chapter 17: Dead guest

Huayi knows that rushing in the dense forest for several days may make his wounds pus, and the wound on his chest that was caught by the animal claws and almost saw the bone was torn in the fight. Now, I can only endure it until they meet with his people.
This time was not the most dangerous time he encountered. Huayi was not panic. Everything was still under control. He took a deep breath and waited for the painful pain to pass.
Ten years ago, after struggling to get rid of the hunters from the tribe he was born in, Huayi did not hide, he chose to become a "dead".
On this continent of infinite danger, every day, there will be countless brave young people who want to blockbusterly join the "dead guest" team. They perform the most rigorous practice and go to the most dangerous places. What others dare not do, and taking money that others dare not take, must be the front line of life and death, and the wealth must be unparalleled.
As long as you have the money and can afford it, you can buy anything through the hands of the dead.
However, these brave young people usually die soon, and the dead people do not live their lives freely—they take their lives by fire and die for a lifetime.
Without the mentality of not seeing the sun of tomorrow without forcing them to become strong, most of them will have difficulty surviving their first mission.
This is the way Huayi chose for himself. The young man who used to be pure and cares about slowly learned the lurking, skeptical, cautious, and never give up life in the Jedi.
A dead man who can live for ten years, he will turn his name into a legend in the world on the edge of life and death.
The dead guest Yinya, his figure is spread all over the northern continent. Since the name was known, he has never missed it once, but most people do n’t know that he used to be called Huayi and once was under Yufeng Mountain. The youngest and kindest son of the former leader.
The Asian Beast boy who had been sitting in the corner finally moved at this time. He was like some kind of feline. When he walked, there was no sound under his feet, as if he blinked, he came to his eyes. The young man stopped five steps away from Huayi, and he saw the blue tendons on the back of Huayi's hand holding the knife-knowing that the other party was still very alert to himself.
The teenager stretched his hands out and put it in front of him, indicating that he was not malicious, and then he squatted down, looking directly at Huayi's bloodshot eyes.
He didn't appear cramped or scared among the orc corpses on the ground, nor did he try to draw closer with a smile. The boy seemed to regard Huayi as an injured wild wolf. He slowly adjusted his long and shallow breathing, and looked at him motionlessly, his eyes clear and firm.
For a moment, the killing intention in Huayi's eyes gradually faded away, probably because he felt a little silly with such a young Asian beast with big eyes and small eyes, and he recovered the kind of sly smile that revealed an indescribable kind, With a weak but weak voice, he asked a bit harshly: "Why, what do you want to say to me? Rest assured, an Asian beast like you isn't worth my hands ..."
The teenager ignored it and went on his own way: "Ten years ago, when you were traveling abroad, you saw a man holding a child. You saved his life and gave him a horned deer, remember?"
Huayi stunned.
The teenager then said, "That kid is me, my name is Chang'an, and Zheyan said that I remember to repay you. Do you have any wishes now?"
Huayi's wound hurt him so much that he was fighting the Cold War. What the other person said sounded so bizarre, he couldn't help but ask, "Zheyan? What philosophy?"
After being chased down by his teacher Beishi, Chang'an first went to see Ayan and gave her a lot of food, flowers and a very precious large python skin. Such a large python was not easy to hit. She took it. She could exchange a lot of things with others, enough for her to live well for a long time, and then he left again.
He couldn't figure out what Bei Shi asked him to find under the mountain. All people were under the mountain. Even the beast was much weaker than Yufeng Mountain. Where could there be something to hone him?
Chang'an didn't find him, so he walked around all the time. He didn't have any desire to communicate with others, and he didn't know what he could do. He hunted and trained in the woods like a savage, and lived like Yufeng Mountain. In the past, I couldn't appreciate the painstaking efforts of his teacher to let him touch the crowd.
However, after all, Chang'an still remembers his "save for life". He went to Yufeng Mountain when he was seven years old. Those people he knew over the years could count them with a slap, and those who had the enmity did not have time to report. .
"Find a person named Huayi with a silver beast pattern on his hand and repay him for his life-saving grace." This is what Zhe Yan had told Changan when he was alive. If he couldn't finish it in a day, he would feel uneasy.
It's just that the mainland is too big, and it is too difficult to find someone.
This was almost causing distress to Chang'an, but he did not expect that after he had been idle for more than half a year, he encountered the person he was looking for in such a welcoming house in a wild countryside.
Huayi couldn't think of it for a while, but when Changan bluntly asked him what he wanted, the man couldn't help laughing.
He stretched out his hand and supported it on the ground. The pain was over. The wound was slightly numb. Huayi sat down against the wall of the guesthouse and laughed casually: "How do you want to repay, and let it be? "
Chang'an looked faint, and his temper was already worn out by Bei Shi, so the other side did not speak badly, and he was not angry. He just pointed at Huayi's wound and said, "May I help you?"
Huayi heard the words and looked at him again, facing the calm and peaceful face of the Shangyajue boy. He suddenly felt a bit boring, and then he smiled and silenced for a moment. No trouble, then ... give me a fire, right? "
Chang An silently lit the fire in the stove pit, and Huayi grilled his knife on the fire for a while, then cut off the rotten flesh on the wound with a stab, and his cheeks twitched. The cold sweat on his forehead fell into the stove pit, but he resisted, did not hesitate, and scattered the wounded medicine to the wound.
Huayi's teeth were too tight and his lips were white.
There was a quiet moment in the small welcoming room, only the man's suppressed, heavy breathing, and the "cracking" sound of a tide match in the stove pit.
I don't know how long it took before Huayi gently called his breath out. He suddenly had a faint impression, remembering that it seemed like something he was doing during the trial ... At that time, he did encounter a broken arm. Asian beast and a baby, and after that, he got the name "Stupid Big".
Huayi tilted his head and glanced at Chang'an, who was quietly sitting aside, his voice softened a little, and asked, "You mean ... a man with a broken arm?"
Changan nodded and said, "That's philosophical words."
Huayi coughed lowly, and it took a long time to calm down, and said dumbly, "So ... that philosophy, how is he now?"
Chang An lowered his eyes, fiddled with the fire in the stove pit, and replied, "Oh, he coughed like you, and then died."
Huayi: "..."
He found that the strange boy was a bit indifferent.
Huayi looked up and down in Chang'an--men and babies were too long ago for him, their faces were blurred, he only remembered that the child was a small ball, and he could grab it with one hand. The cry was also faint.
It seems that he is growing up now, and he is still not very mighty and majestic, and it seems that his body is not very good. The night has made his face paler and paler, reminding Huayi that it is only burned in the extreme high temperature in the south The porcelain, gorgeous and fragile, shattered at the touch.
"What's your wish?" Chang'an asked him again when he saw him stay.
Huayi smiled, shook his head, pulled out a roll of white cloth bandage from the parcel, and said casually: "Then you will tie me a wound."
Chang'an took the bandage and knelt beside him on one knee. He was very skillful in stopping bleeding and bandaging the bandage. This is a bit of a surprise to Huayi. Generally speaking, the Asian orcs do not need to hunt, they are not likely to leave their tribe, and they rarely suffer serious injuries. Some people have never even seen blood in their lives.
Huayi tilted his head and looked down at the meticulous Asian beast boy—his serious expression seemed to be doing something remarkable. He lowered his head and exposed a small red rope on his neckline. Domino.
Huayi could not help asking: "Are you a doctor?"
Chang'an shook his head.
Huayi wanted to ask something more, but Chang'an's hand suddenly tightened. Huayi did not expect this Asian beast boy to have such a big hand strength, and suddenly he could hardly breathe, and his expression was distorted. Chang'an had already tied the knot quickly, saying, "Let's act like this and stop bleeding."
Huayi was speechless for a while, but it was determined that this guy was definitely not a physician, otherwise eight out of ten patients would be killed alive.
Chang'an didn't realize that he had inherited Bei Shi's quack doctor's skill in killing and not seeing blood, and he enthusiastically asked, "What else do you want to cure?"
Huayi waved his hands in a hurry and did not dare to work for him.
Chang'an insisted, "This is not disappointing. Do you have other wishes?"
It took a long time for Huayi to take a sigh of relief. He looked at the weird boy sitting on the side with a cold sweat, raising his eyebrows and asking, "I have a wish, the question is what can you do?"
Changan said without a word: "You say, I always have a way."
Huayi whispered softly: "Can you kill someone?"
Chang'an listened and sat upright, as if he had received any formal entrustment, and his body was leaning forward, asking very earnestly: "Who to kill?"
Huayi stared at him for a while, then suddenly laughed, and peeled off a piece of bud sugar that he took with him, put it in his hand, put on a straight and gentle expression, and said to Chang'an: Let's eat sugar, young and light children ... It's all right, what do you kill? "
Chang'an put sugar in his mouth, and his eyes seemed to pierce the man's ever-changing face, piercing into his heart, and Huayi couldn't help avoiding his sight for a moment.
Chang'an feels that when Huayi said the word "killing", his eyes clearly contained the intention of killing. Chang'an, which was as tight as a string, was familiar with Chang'an. He knew that Alone ... Huayi really wanted to kill.
Huayi went to pack the parcels on the ground, put on the jacket, buckled the bucket, and walked out, saying, "Okay, I'm in a hurry. I can't take you. Take care of yourself. We will meet again in the future."
After he finished speaking, without turning his head, he strode into the rain.
The orc's footsteps are not something that the beast can catch up with. Huayi regards the encounter with the young boy's water as a new thing. He thought that if he could live to be old, he could one day but all his enemies, and fortunately he had his own home, with a pile of streams under his feet. When the little guys who are snotting and don't understand anything like him, they can tell them the adventures of this rainy night and the strange young man with eyes like petals.
The young man looked like the charm or fairy who came out of ancient legends, but he was frowning when he talked, with a little silly strength, very interesting.
He bypassed a tribe and stayed there for a whole night without stopping for a while. At the dawn of the day, Huayi heard the sound of a gurgle behind him.
He turned back abruptly, only to find that the boy in the welcome room had followed him, carrying his baggage that was suspected to have a large beam.
Huayi was a little shocked. I didn't expect that the child had a little talent but was able to keep up with him.
But he knows that the road ahead is very difficult and dangerous. If this young man who knows nothing about the heights and keeps up to follow him will obviously hurt him.
When Huayi thought of it, he suddenly turned into a beast. The silver beast was so prestigious that he twitched his hair magically, and then ran in the heavy rain to throw the boy off.
Every time Huayi is transformed into a beast, Huayi has to wonder why they still keep human figures and why they keep such a weak side. The beast ’s body, bones, and muscles are much more powerful than humans. Only when he was able to feel the joy of that kind of running.
Huayi doesn't understand why they can form a tribe together with those Asian beasts and women since they can do this. They usually appear in the form of human beings ... What is good about people?
He didn't know how long he ran, and even passed through several guest houses. This time, Huayi didn't stop.
The sky began to brighten, and the rain was much lighter, but the ground became more muddy. When Huayi felt that he was about to get out of this forest area, he heard a roar.
Huayi kept pace, but made a sudden and swift flew forward to the right, just avoiding the giant beast from the side. The beast bite into the air and roared again, and seven or eight adult orcs emerged from the bushes at one time. Dare to wait for him here.
It doesn't seem to be possible without a fight.
Huayi sighed secretly, stopped, stepped on the ground with a strong front paw, leaving deep marks, and then exposed his sharp fangs.