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The boy's pupils shrank, and a dim light flashed quickly, which was quickly covered by a smile: "What are you talking about?"

However, when he looked at Mu Fan again, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Mu Fan was still sitting there with a distant and indifferent expression.The dark black pupils, completely different from those of the Moshan tribe, had a cold light, and they were clearly looking at him, but it seemed that there was no one in front of them.

There was a desert-like aura in his eyes.

The boy paused, clenched his palms and hid them behind his back.For a moment, the young man in front of him almost coincided with the figure he feared most, carrying the inherent oppression of a superior.But he is different from Qingjue Priest, and he can't tell the specifics.

In the next moment, the face of the Moshan youth regained his composure: "Brother, are you leaving?"

According to the sacrificial priest, this important prisoner of the Moshan tribe was seriously injured, and his physique was far from that of an orc, so he must not be his opponent.

Mu Fan nodded, noncommittal.

He pushed away the chair, walked towards the door under the expectant eyes of the boy, but stopped three steps away from the wooden door, and turned his head sideways.

The dim sunlight cast distinct light and shadows on the young man's side face, like the most exquisite and flawless porcelain, but it made the face of the Moshan boy in the room suddenly change.

In front of Mu Fan, the well-arranged traps were invisible, and even the adult orc with the best eyes might not be able to distinguish the poisoned spider silk, and it was only half an arm away from him—but the prey did not get into the trap as it wished.

The Glazed Sword suddenly came out of its sheath, bright as snow.

The young man gritted his teeth, knowing that the layout had been seen through, and instantly rushed towards him like a phantom.He only had one hand to move, so this blow used all the strength of his whole body, and he had full confidence——

No matter how strong the "divine power" is, it will have no effect in the forbidden zone.This is also the reason why he dared to swallow the "prey" in front of him.

However, in the next second, fear spread across his face for no reason.

This is not right.

He had clearly twisted Mu Fan's hand that was holding the hilt of the sword, but his palm was slashed by a piece of iron and it was icy cold.After the stabbing pain, the elbow was uncontrollably held by a huge force, and then the whole body staggered, rushing towards the trap he had set up by himself.

"You—" The scream was cut off, and the moment he fell, the boy was choked by his throat.

This time, he finally saw Mu Fan's face again.

"You... Forbidden area... No..." The young man looked at Mu Fan in disbelief, with his face approaching the purple red due to the surge of energy and blood.

Mu Fan raised his eyebrows, showing a sarcasm smile, but returned to calm.

The right hand holding his vitals was finally relaxed, the Moshan boy gasped for breath, but he didn't dare to move.His knees were limp, his eyes were frightened, and his mind was blank.The forbidden area has no effect on the female in front of him, the power that made him fall just now is clearly the "divine power" in the mouth of the priest!

The stalker and the prey are finally switched.

Mu Fan's loose hand and sneering smile seemed to the young man to be a means to play with the prey - in front of the "divine power", as long as the other party thought of it, he could easily crush him to death.

He didn't know that Mu Fan's right hand, which was wrapped in the sleeve of his robe, was trembling slightly due to loss of strength.

"If anyone can find someone, he will be the number one warrior of the tribe. Is that what Qing Jue said?" Mu Fan asked calmly.

The young man shrank his head and nodded with a pale face: "My lord, I was also forced, I really didn't—" The bandage that originally wrapped his right hand was scattered due to the accident just now, and what was exposed was a corner of purple-black necrotic skin , and the general stench of decay.

It was as dead as the corpse of the mutated stag that Lu Mengji found.

Mu Fan only took a glance and understood his motive.

The orc with the lowest aptitude of the Moshan tribe, his right limb was injured under the strong radiation, without the support of his cultivation, his whole body could only be necrotic one by one.Unless you have done meritorious service, you will never be able to get the favor of the priest and be bestowed with cultivation in your life.That's why I took the risk.

But it also gave him a rare opportunity.

Mu Fan's voice was still cold, not in a hurry, and suppressed the qi and blood when he exhaled without a trace: "This is how you found someone in the morning?"

The boy's voice trembled: "I, I don't know, I heard that I found it in the ruins, so I found some spider webs. My lord, spare me! I—"

"What about people?"

"Run, run away." Seeing that Mu Fan was silent, he quickly added: "Elder Mo Yu led people to chase him to the White Pomelo Forest. The priest said that he would come out by himself sooner or later, so he asked the elders to come back."

Mu Fan looked straight at him, from the frequency of breathing, the movement of eyeballs, to the subtle expressions.

"White pomelo forest?"

"You can't hunt inside, and no orc can stay in the white pomelo forest for one night."

"Take me there."

Startled, the young man raised his head subconsciously, facing Mu Fan's inorganic gaze.It was obviously the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, but it made people feel chills from the bottom of their hearts.He knew that he had no choice.Just because Mu Fan said one more sentence:

"You can try it and let the Moshan people know that you brought people out."

The daylight in the forbidden area seems to be only a few hours.

The dim light source in the sky quickly fell silent.The spider silks densely covered in the whole wooden house are arranged extremely exquisitely, just pull one to collect the net, but Mu Fan confiscated it unceremoniously.Before leaving, the lizard that was almost roasted on the chopping board seemed to feel it, and looked at Mu Fan with tears in his eyes.

In the next second, the filaments wrapped around it were cut off by a sharp weapon.The lizard lay on the ground in disbelief for a long time before suddenly jumping off the desk.He circled Mu Fan three times as if to express his gratitude, and then tried to bite the right hand of the Moshan clansman, but was stopped by Mu Fan.

He still needs the orcs to lead the way.

The reddish-brown tail flicked, and the lizard seemed a little angry. It ran along the crack of the door and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

When they set off, Mu Fan was still walking behind, just like when they came.It's just that those who walk in the front are much better.

But only Mu Fan knew that if the young man made trouble at this time, even if it was a minor orc, he would still force Mu Fan to use the last resort to save his life.The previous fight in the hut relied on his years of experience in sword training.

The power that made the orc boy fearful was just a momentary force to twist his wrist.

Mu Fan's physical exertion was extremely heavy, and the result was exactly as he expected. The marginalized teenagers who live in a tribe that respects "divine power" will subconsciously attribute all unknowns and fears to "divine power". It is difficult to give birth to the heart of resistance.

The night in the Forbidden Zone is much colder than the day.

The night wind whistled in his ears, and the disordered magnetic field raged across the snowy field. Only five meters away, all hearing and vision were blocked.Sandstone and snow flakes are carried by the hurricane, and they graze against bare skin like sharp knives.

Qing Jue's plans for hundreds of years can finally be glimpsed in this.

In the direction away from the Moshan base, there are countless fluorescent sequins, which are less than three meters apart. Under the bare frozen soil, you can see the mottled foundation, extending intricate paths.

The Moshan youth who was walking in front did not dare to deviate from the "road" under his feet for a moment.Many orcs died when building the "road". Even though he was held hostage by Mu Fan at this time, he still didn't dare to try the way of dying after getting lost.

Because he clearly knows what lies beyond the "road".

When he got to a certain place, the Moshan orc suddenly felt the footsteps behind him stop. He boldly turned his head, only to see Mu Fan bending over to check something.With the faint light, nothing could be seen in the gray field of vision, he narrowed his eyes, and after finally seeing the thing clearly, his hair stood on end.

It was the body of a clansman.

The black leopard's belly was turned open, the wound was hideous, but the body was extremely shriveled, as if its flesh and blood had been sucked dry, half of its body was gnawed until only the bones remained, coupled with the eyes that were dying, anyone who saw it would feel a chill down their spine.

There was a plop in front, and it was the Moshan youth who slipped and sat on the ground in shock.

As if Mu Fan had never heard of it, he stretched out his hand and rummaged around the wound on the black panther's body.The orc's corpse had a rotten smell, but it was also mixed with a strange plum fragrance.After the plum blood coagulated, it was still bright red, and around the wound, mottled reddish brown could also be seen.

The blade of the Zidian Sword, the corpse of the Moshan tribe, and the blood of Lu Mengji.

Mu Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he withdrew his hand.

The bite marks that mottled the corpse's bones were obviously not Lu Mengji's. The fur of the Moshan orcs had a defensive power against the fourth level of Qi training. The crisis lurking in this wasteland was far more than just the Moshan tribe.

"How far is the white pomelo forest?"

The orc boy stumbled and said, "There is still half of the way. It will take two hours to walk against the wind."

"continue."

Silence resumed on the icy wasteland.

The blood on the corpse had solidified, but there were no signs of fighting around.The body was blown by the wind.

Another hurricane swept past, and the smelly sand completely obscured the view.The wind was stronger than when the two set out.The orc walking in front suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and his expression was a little panicked.When he turned his head to speak, he found that he had eaten a mouthful of dry soil.

The wind is not right.Like a sign of a nuclear storm.

Dark gray dust covered the sky, and the solid permafrost began to shake slightly, as if a huge herd of animals was fleeing and migrating in the distance.Weak species, including orcs, can only be wiped out when they encounter a nuclear magnetic storm.

The orc boy quickly narrowed his eyes and ran towards Mu Fan behind him.Just now he was always afraid of meeting the people on duty, but he didn't expect that the road would be empty.He originally thought that the clansmen were ordered to search for the ruins, but he didn't realize it until now.

"Big, big man!"

Mu Fan raised his head, his expression was still cold, but his face was obviously paler than before.

"Say." He whispered, as if he didn't want to say a word.

The Moshan youth paused slightly, as if he always felt that something was different.The young man in front of him was wearing the black robe that he had seen when he appeared, surrounded by the low-quality furs that were found in the wooden house.However, even though he was suspicious, he did not dare to disobey.

"...It's a nuclear magnetic storm."

Mu Fan raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

"The vicious beasts will also follow the storm, and the clan will never go out at this time." When talking about the vicious beasts, his upper and lower lips trembled: "Should we go to the white pomelo forest... ..."

"go."

"But that's a ferocious beast—" Yuemo's survival instinct erupted, and the orc boy who had been cowering finally had the courage to rebel at this moment, and the eyes he looked at Mu Fan were full of absurdity.

Once a ferocious beast comes, even with "divine power", it may not be able to escape from it, let alone yourself? !

At this time, he regretted the net he had laid in the ruins, regretted bringing this devil out of the ruins, and he was not greedy enough to swallow like a snake.At this time, running is death, staying is death, he suddenly calmed down at this juncture.

When he looked at Mu Fan again, the suspicion in his heart deepened.

He remembered the appearance of the elders of the clan outside the forbidden area, protected by "divine power", extremely mighty.In the cold and freezing weather, among the exterminated small clans, the females huddled by the fire, and the ground was the severed limbs of their orcs, but the elders of the clan were bare-armed, talking and laughing—yes, being " People favored by "divine power" will not be afraid of the cold at all.

Not to mention looking pale while wrapped in fur in the cold wind.

The evil wind roared more violently, and the tremors under the permafrost ranged from far to near, from slight to severe. It seemed that a blurry giant figure appeared on the originally white snowfield, towering like a hill, and slowly approaching them.

Mu Fan stared coldly at the person in front of him.

The waist of the Moshan boy who was hunched because of fear finally straightened at this moment, he looked at Mu Fan without saying a word, his face was distorted by too intense emotion.

"You lied to me." His voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth: "In the forbidden area, you have no supernatural power at all."

Mu Fan turned his eyes away from his connection, and looked at the black figure in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

However, the young man was completely insane. He walked towards Mu Fan quickly, and his right hand wrapped in gauze came out because he was too excited-this was a hand stretched out from the nightmare.The exposed skin is like charcoal, with an unnatural red color, and every piece of flesh is rapidly regenerating and decaying rapidly.His knuckles were abnormally thick, and the three fingers most polluted by radiation had swelled to the size of a carrot, and a black-green pus-like liquid was left on half of the nail that hadn't peeled off.

This hand attacked Mu Fan in the next moment.

"You lied to me." There was despair and madness in his eyes: "I will never let you go—"

Mu Fan turned sideways, barely dodging.

"Because of you, it's all because of you." The voice became more and more stern: "If it weren't for you, the Moshan tribe would not have moved into the forbidden area, father would not have died, and yesterday, yesterday, Dad—"

Mu Fan said coldly: "Shut up, if you still don't want to die. It's watching you."

The young man seemed to have never heard of it.

From the moment he was born in the Moshan tribe, he lived in aggrieved state.The father with low qualifications died in the snowfield because of road construction after moving into the forbidden area.After Dad remarried, he was engulfed in flames in the explosion in the base.Even he himself lost his right hand in that accident.

Even so, he never thought that he would die in a nuclear magnetic storm.At the last moment of his life, all his anger seemed to have found an outlet, his eyes were bloodshot, his whole body was clamoring for revenge, and he wanted to drag the person in front of him to the back.

He didn't notice that Mu Fan's hand on the hilt of the sword had been moved away, and it was inserted into the concealed buckle of his waist, and a silver light flashed past his fingertips.

Immediately afterwards, a small silver gun suddenly appeared.

The black shadows in the distance of the snow field gradually approached, and finally a pair of eyes appeared in the mist—the size of copper bells, covered with bloodshot eyes, about the height of three adult orcs.It had a human-like face, but it was covered with reddish-brown fur, and the only smooth parts were the cheeks, which were covered with dark sarcomas.

Ferocious beast.

The Moshan boy turned his back to it, still staring at Mu Fan's gun with all his attention, his ferocious facial features let out a strange smile: "You want to kill me? If you kill me, you won't live."

Mu Fan shook his head, his eyes finally moved to the young man: "It's Qing Jue who you should hate."

The boy's smile became even more distorted, and his rotten right hand struck like lightning: "What does that matter? The only one I can kill is you. I'm going to die, I want you to die, and I want you to be like this hand— —”

Mu Fan paused and sighed.

The action to open the manual safety stopped.

The next moment, the boy's screams sounded in mid-air.The sharp claws pierced his abdomen, and the long-awaited beast let out a deep roar behind him.The Moshan youth was still alive, struggling like a dehydrated fish under the murderer's claws, followed by another scream, his right arm was completely torn off.

There was finally no sound in the snow field.

The Moshan boy didn't know that it wasn't him who was aimed at the gun in the first place.

In the mist, the full shape of the beast finally appeared.This is a mutant gibbon.Just now, its greedy gaze stayed on the young man's right hand. At this time, half of his right arm was swallowed by him, and there was a trace of gluttony in the bloodshot eyes.

After a few moments, Tiezu disappeared.It looked at Mu Fan again, the only living creature in the snow, and its stinky saliva dripped onto the frozen ground.

What responded to it was a sudden gunshot.

The frozen ground shook again, the gibbon howled because of the pain of being hit in the left eye, its overly long paws stomped violently in the snow, the dust, snow flakes, and the body tissues and internal organs of the food collapsed into a ball, and Shanshan A late nuclear magnetic storm encounter.

And Mu Fan had disappeared without a trace.

Everything is at peace.

After a long time, the roar of the gibbon sounded again.

It covered its left eye, and angrily discovered that its own trophy, the other half of the boy's right arm stump, was lying on a stealer.The giant ape's feet were like hooks and wanted to crush it, but the stealer was nimble and disappeared into the snow in two or three strokes.

It was a palm-sized, red-brown lizard.