Lord of the North

"Yeah, we are really lucky this time. Those snow foxes have no idea why they are hiding in a small hole...

"It may be that these poor little guys have encountered some natural enemy." Another mercenary burped and said with a drunken mouth.

Just as a few mercenaries exchanged words with you at a glance, a thin young man has been uneasily looking at the darkness around him.

Since a few days ago, he had felt that one gaze had been looking at them, and this feeling made him feel creepy.

"Hey! Little Booman!"

This was suddenly a slap slapped him on the back, making him tremble, and then Uncle Qiao's loud voice sounded behind him: "What are you thinking about? Come and drink with us!"

"No, no, I don't drink."

The young man waved his hands nervously, his face flushed, and he was a little stuttered.

"Little Buman, don't you think about which little lover in Iron Tooth Town?" The many big guys on the side began to laugh at him and joking.

They like this raw young man with delicate skin and tender meat very much. Although he is not physically acquainted with them, he is very diligent and attentive.

And he is very kind, very helpful, and he was very popular with some people when he was in Iron Ya Town.

"What little lover?! Buman doesn't have anyone he likes yet!"

On one side, a bearded face remained unswerving, and he rebuked the big guy who had just made a fuss, and then said: "He is thinking about where to end his teenage career after having this money!"

"Hahaha!"

There was another burst of laughter, and Buman's grateful gaze that was just about to be cast instantly froze on his face, and he could only bow his head with an irritable blush.

"Don't pay attention to these guys, come over and warm yourself up with a few sips of wine."

Uncle Qiao smiled and shook his head, patted him on the back and said, because he has no family and children, he regards Buman, the shy child, as his junior.

"Uncle Joe..."

Buman hesitated to speak, he wanted to express his feelings, but everyone didn't feel that way, so he couldn't say it.

"What's the matter, kid?"

Uncle Qiao was a little puzzled. Although Buman is usually shy, he is not even embarrassed to say anything.

"I always feel that something is following us, and it has been several days in a row."

Buman gritted his teeth, the big deal was that everyone laughed at him for a while, but his heart was really full of anxiety, and he couldn't help but want to run away.

"Have something?"

Uncle Qiao frowned and went to a boulder next to him, looked around, then turned his head and glanced at the hounds lying quietly by the fire, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Child, you think too much. This is your psychological effect. I also felt this way when I went hunting in the mountains with my father. I always felt that behind me..."

He stood on the boulder looking at Buman below, laughed, and talked about his childhood experience, but when he saw Buman’s expression suddenly became horrified, his fingers trembling and pointing behind him, his lips trembled and said Speechless.

He frowned, turned around slowly, and stared at a pair of cold scarlet eyes, his pupils slowly contracted, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

Then a huge sucker slammed in front of him, and stuck to his face before he had time to reflect. All this happened very suddenly and quickly, and Uncle Qiao didn't even scream.

Then his strong body gradually shrank and became shriveled and gray.

In Buman's eyes, there was a huge snake-shaped monster floating behind Uncle Joe.

That's right, it's floating, as if there is an invisible force supporting it to float in the air. There are some strange patterns on its body, and people can't help but move their eyes to it.

And it had seven heads in total, except for the one in the middle, each with a huge sucker-like mouth and two scarlet eyes, staring at itself under the reflection of the fire.

"Run!"

In extreme panic, Buman yelled loudly with tears on his face, but his legs trembled and he couldn't take a step.

It's just that the monster seemed to be playing with him. It threw Uncle Joe who had become a corpse aside, and passed over Buman's head with a weird cry, and directed at the eight people who were stuck in place not far away.

A killing began, but there was no drop of blood flowing out at the scene, only a few shriveled corpses were left.

Several hounds huddled in a corner, closed their eyes and whimpered, but none dared to get up and escape, as if they were waiting for a slaughter.

Buman closed his eyes tightly with tears on his face. He trembled and choked because the man who was like a father to him had just turned into a corpse in front of him.

But he didn't dare to turn around, he didn't have the courage, he wanted revenge, but he knew he was definitely not the opponent of that monster.

After a while, he was calm behind him, and he still seemed to be able to feel the breath coming from behind~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The monster must be behind him, watching him quietly.

It was like a beast teasing his prey, he regarded himself as a toy to enrich his boring life full of killing.

"Do not……"

A breath full of fragrant smell flew past his ears and floated to the tip of his nose, which actually made Buman feel a moment of peace of mind. It was strange that such an evil and ugly monster could have this ability.

"Hahaha."

Just as Buman inexplicably calmed down the fear in his heart and closed his eyes to accept death, a silver bell-like chuckle rang in his ears.

This made him couldn't help but opened his eyes curiously, wanting to see who the owner of this voice is, isn't there an evil monster behind him?

But before he opened his eyes just before he could see, a dazzling golden light pierced the darkness and flew in the distance, wiping his cheeks and shooting behind him.

This made him couldn't help closing his eyes again, and then he heard a muffled hum from behind him, and then the strange fragrance disappeared.

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Two days later, Jason received information about what happened here in the castle. This time the scene was still discovered by a team of mercenaries.

"The same death?" Jason looked at Hassan in front of him with gloomy eyes.

"Yes, my lord."

Hassan said: "I have sent people to see it. It is exactly the same as the death of the villagers in the small mountain village in the northwest, and our people also found some two footprints leaving far away and a pool of frozen gray unknowns. Liquid, the Black Crow people have already followed their footsteps to catch up, hoping that there will be results."

"Very well, take me to the scene immediately!"

After so few days, the murderer couldn't help but do it again? Then keeping him would be a great disaster.