Hunter’s Mind Beast Slug

The dozens of small slugs that split out were not worried about those viscous acid liquids at all.

Directly traveled through it, and ran to each candidate one by one in an orderly manner.

Each has its own goals, one is more and one is less, and each candidate gets their own slug.

"You, what do you want to do?"

"Please, let me go. I know I was wrong. I gave up the exam and let me go."

"I know I was wrong. Life, life is for you, let me go, it hurts, I'm going to die."

Watching these slugs just climbed onto their bodies, most of the candidates who had collapsed on the ground had already trembled slightly, and even began to beg for mercy.

The hunter test examiner has already left, no one pays attention to them, and they can't beat them. Now, there is no other choice other than begging for mercy.

"Hehehe, don't worry, I don't plan to do anything bad, but before that, I plan to recover the medical expenses first."

Seeing that the patients in front of him had returned to their silence, and they were no longer the same as before, they were still trying to attack him, and Ron showed a relieved smile.

"What's happening here?"

"What exactly did you do?"

"You devil, devil, what did you do to my body."

Between the words, the slug has already started to act on its own. This source of life is actually a source of energy of the body, and a small amount of it may not be felt.

But the slug did not absorb a small part of it this time. Most people felt that something was absorbed from their body.

They all shouted together.

"It's not what I said before, it's the source of your life. Don't worry too much. If you take a little bit, you won't die."

Watching several people who still had the ability to resist remove the slugs from their bodies, and refused to pay the medical bills again, Ron smiled, smiling happily.

It's not the first time to do this kind of thing. Slugs are naturally familiar. Although the little slug doesn't have any fighting ability, it has.

"Puff puff~~~"

Unceremoniously, he started spitting viscous acid liquid towards those patients.

"Ahhh~~"

Although the slug has been specifically aimed at, but the people present are standing together, just those guys who took away the waste slug, one by one are concentrated again by the sticky acid, and not only them, but also many around them. People also got caught.

"Be honest, darling, you have to receive good treatment."

The kind tone was particularly harsh here. A lot of people were suffering in front of Ron, and Ron was standing in front of them, comforting chicken soup here.

Time passes by minute by minute, and it doesn't take much time to extract the source of life. The main reason is that these people like to resist, and the number of people is quite large.

"Lord Ron, it's done."

After fully collecting the medical bills, one of the big slugs turned to look at Ron and reported the situation.

When Slug was talking, many of the candidates present looked up at Ron with some kind of eagerness.

This is to let him let go.

"I see."

He smiled slightly and answered the slug's question. While speaking, Ron took a few steps forward and got closer to the patients in front of him.

"Dear patients, are you sick, do you need treatment? As long as you receive treatment, I promise to cure your injuries. Of course, I need to charge a small medical fee for this."

It was like a devil whispering, which was originally a very normal human word. In the ears of these candidates, it was like a devil in hell, sending them an invitation letter.

"You, you devil, don't let me go."

"You bastard, chop suey, there will be no good results."

"I won't let you go. Don't make me agree to your request."

"Even if I die, I am eaten by monsters here, and I will not receive your treatment here again."

Everyone saw Ron's ill will. Although it was unclear why the other party asked them to agree to any treatment, many people knew that there must be a problem.

It's just that they couldn't find the problem.

Maybe I also felt that I might not be able to live anymore. Many people roared and made their last struggle.

"It's a pity that you have failed me again. However, as a kind doctor, I will not abandon you."

Being rejected directly, Ron didn't change his expression at all.

"Give them a bath again, and then treat them. We are good people. We can't just give up on others if they don't want to pay the medical bills, and repeat the treatment until they are willing to pay the medical bills."

In fact, Ron didn't need to say these words at all. As long as he signaled to the slug, the other party could understand what he meant.

These words are mainly for the patients in front of them.

"What do you want to do?"

treat? Free treatment? They didn't think Ron was a conscientious man.

And the slug has long been familiar with it. It has done this many times, and it is clear that it is going to do it.

"I see, Lord Ron."

The huge body shook the head with no neck visible, and then turned to the "patients" in front of it.

"Heal."

Invisible energies suddenly emerged around this place. Most of them came from a few large slugs. When these energies appeared, these "patients" only felt comfortable.

But can't see anything.

Except for the slug itself, who could see these things at the scene was probably Ron.

After all, part of the source of these energies came from him.

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In particular, it is Ron's psychic energy that strengthens the system. After developing the ability, the recovery and healing effect of this psychic energy is first-class.

"Okay? Does it hurt?"

"What's happening here?"

"I'm fine too."

When the "patients" felt this invisible force, many people began to find that their bodies had begun to heal.

The various symptoms of the corroded body have disappeared, and the corroded skin has completely recovered.

Except for those tattered clothes, it was completely impossible to see that they suffered any serious injuries before.

"I wasted a lot of thought, I hope I can reap a little more of the source of life."

Feeling the rapid decrease in the energy in his body, Ron secretly estimated his own gains and losses as he looked at the large number of people in front of him who were healed quickly.

"It should be profitable."

"You guy, what are you trying to do?"

"Honestly let us go, don't let us let you go."

I can't figure out the situation, and what Ron said before felt so strange. Many candidates were a little confused, but some people's faces were already gloomy and pale.

They seemed to understand the meaning of Ron's words.

I already had a hunch that nothing good would happen next.