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Chapter 462 Night Crow Harbor [Part ]

Boom!

A thunder boomed.

The rain curtain covered the gray sky, and fine raindrops pierced into the muddy road like silver needles.

The black wheels sank deep into the brown mud, making dull groans.

Twelve carriages loaded with oak were lined up in a winding queue, like a dying giant snake crawling laboriously on a mountain road.

The drivers were wrapped in soaked woolen cloaks, with water dripping from the brims of their hats.

Old Bute, who was at the front, squinted his eyes blurred by the rain. With his rough fingers, he could feel the horse's uneasy trembling under the reins.

This bad weather is not suitable for traveling.

Fortunately, as someone who traveled between Oak Town and Night Crow Port all year round, he knew there was a cave nearby where he could take shelter from the rain.

Think of this.

He glanced back at the convoy, and only breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that the canvases were still securely tied one by one.

Once this rainwater seeps in, the oak will only become heavier as it absorbs the water.

At that time, it will be more difficult for the carriage to move forward.

Think about this.

He spoke loudly.

"Hurry up, guys. There's shelter ahead."

Done.

A figure on horseback approached from the side.

He glanced at Old Boot.

Nothing was said.

However, as old friends who have been together for more than ten years.

Old Butt naturally knew what the other party meant.

He glanced sideways at the rear of the convoy.

It was a red-haired man, riding on a horse, slowly following the convoy.

The rain fell on my body, but I didn't seem to feel it.

At this time.

The other party seemed to have noticed Old Butt's gaze.

In the rain.

Hu Qi, who had originally lowered his head, turned his head and looked over.

See this.

Old Bute's heart trembled, and he looked away without any expression.

"This guy is really not simple..."

Three days have passed since we left Oak Town.

And along the way.

Old Butt also carefully observed the person who joined his team.

They may even intentionally or unintentionally inquire about the other party's information.

It’s a pity that there wasn’t much to gain.

There are two main reasons for this.

First, as the leader of the convoy, it is necessary to be wary of strangers who join the convoy along the way.

The second reason was that the man was too generous.

The first move was a few silver lions.

This is not something ordinary people can have.

In this world, money is the most powerful thing that can move people's hearts.

If possible, he wouldn't mind letting this person have some accidents.

But at this moment, old Butt suppressed this thought.

After several days of observation, he found that the man in front of him exuded a dangerous aura.

Even if we succeed, I'm afraid we'll lose a few brothers.

As the leader, he had to weigh the pros and cons.

“收着点。”

Old Butt winked to his side, and his companion with a fat face saw this and put away the dagger reluctantly.

In this team, old Butt's words are the iron rule and no one dares to disobey.

soon.

The group found a cave.

Hid from the rain for a while.

Like this heavy rain.

It won't last long.

This is true.

Not long after, the rain stopped, but the sky became darker.

As dusk fell, everyone had to stop and wait for dawn before setting off again.

A bonfire soon rose in the center of the cave, and the dancing flames crackled in the humid air.

Old Butt enthusiastically invited Hu Qi to join, but he politely declined.

Hu Qi sat alone in the corner, eating the dry food, beer, bread, beef jerky and other food he brought from the tavern.

He was keenly aware of the strange looks from Old Butt and his group. Those inquiring and calculating looks were particularly glaring under the light of the fire.

The corners of his mouth curled up, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

If these people really wanted to die, he wouldn't mind giving them a ride.

As the night deepened, the cave fell into silence.

After eating and drinking, everyone found a corner to rest.

From time to time, he would look towards a certain location.

Hu Qi didn't seem to notice the gazes of the people around him.

He was maintaining a strange posture at the moment.

Use one hand to support the ground and let your body hang in the air.

The trapezius and deltoid muscles bulge under the pressure, the lines of the shoulder and stomach bones sharply divide the contours of the back, and the blood vessels under the skin are faintly visible.

The triceps of the left arm are tensed, the power is transmitted from the spine to the fingertips, and the contraction of the muscles shows amazing explosive power.

Sweat trickled down his chest, glistening slightly on his tight abdominal muscles, rising and falling with the rhythm of his breathing.

The muscles on the sides of his waist and the stretched back muscles formed a stable support, allowing his body to remain motionless even with one arm hanging.

When he lifts his head upward, the trapezius muscles and neck muscles are involved.

The tendons and veins are coiled like an angry dragon, and the jawline and clavicle form a triangle area.

This doesn't look like a human being resting, but more like a beast in extremely tense hunting mode.

Under this action.

The energy and blood in Hu Qi's body are constantly surging, strengthening this body.

Simultaneously.

He also used the Heaven-stealing Technique.

Absorb the spiritual particles floating around and integrate them into your body.

Replenish the consumption of qi and blood circulation in this body.

This is an extraordinary path for professionals.

To achieve a breakthrough in a major realm sequence, one needs to swallow a magic potion, satisfy meditation methods, and complete specific professional rituals.

However, the smaller realms can increase their own accumulation by constantly absorbing spirituality.

However, this speed is generally very slow.

Moreover, although the body will be strengthened after it is absorbed into the body, it is only a passive strengthening.

Can't take the initiative.

Only people in certain professions can use their spirituality to strengthen their bodies.

Not to mention manipulating these spiritualities to replenish oneself.

But this is not a problem for Hu Qi at all.

For him, whose essence is the true God, it is easy for him to do this.

Although it is impossible to enter the extraordinary.

But it can mobilize Qi and blood and strengthen the body.

It is constantly approaching the limits of the human body in this world.

This is one of the twelve training movements designed by Hu Qi specifically to improve the physical fitness of this human body.

only.

He stopped just as he finished the eleventh movement.

It's not that he doesn't want to.

Instead, some uninvited guests came here.

At first there were only a few sporadic sounds, like someone beating on a wet drum in the distance.

Gradually, the sounds became one and the same, like the rumbling thunder before a storm.

At this time.

Everyone in the team and Old Butt also discovered this.

Suddenly, everyone stood up with vigilant looks.

Suddenly, a dull sound of horse hooves came from the distant mountains and forests.

The sound became clearer and clearer, as if the earth was shaking.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes piercing through the drizzling rain as they looked towards the source of the sound.

In the dark shadows of the trees, the light of the torches flickered like will-o'-the-wisp, outlining the outline of a team galloping towards them.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, chaotic and rapid, accompanied by the clang of metal colliding and rough shouts.

More than thirty bandits rushed out from the woods, their figures looking distorted and hideous in the rainy night.

The worn leather armor was covered in mud, and the rusty sword gleamed coldly under the torch.

As the reins were tightened, the horse neighed, white air came out of its mouth and nose, and stopped on the muddy ground.

Most of these people had their faces covered with rags, leaving only their hungry eyes exposed.

Rain dripped down the bandits' weapons as they reined in their horses and formed a semicircle in front of the cave.

The horses stepped restlessly, and their iron bits clanked.

Someone whistled, a sharp sound piercing the rain, and then there was a burst of rude laughter.

They are in no hurry to attack, like a cat teasing its prey.

"Everyone inside, come out now!"

The leading bandit rode a tall black horse, with a hideous scar across his face and greed and brutality flashing in his eyes.

He looked at the people in the cave.

The sound cuts through the sound of rain.

"My friend, there may be some misunderstanding... I once had an alliance with Griffith..."

See this.

Old Bute looked a little unhappy.

But he still took a step forward and tried to ease the situation.

However, before he could finish his words, he was rudely interrupted by the other party.

"That old thing?"

The leading bandit spat, the tip of his knife pointing to the ground. "I chopped it up three days ago and fed it to the crows. Now this place is under my control."

At this point, he grinned, revealing a row of jagged yellow teeth:

"Leave all your money bags behind, and I'll chop off ten of your arms and I'll spare your life."

The convoy was dead silent.

Seventeen people against thirty-five knives, the chances of winning are slim, not to mention that some of the robbers have guns on their waists.

But if I really cut off my arm, it would be like a lamb kneeling before a hungry wolf, and I would only have one way to go, which is death.

Old Bute gripped the axe handle at his waist.

He knew that compromise meant handing over life and death to the other party.

But not everyone is so clear-headed.

The drivers' eyes began to wander, spying on each other like rats looking for food.

Ten arms.

There are seventeen of them here.

As long as five people are handed over, the remaining twelve people can escape unscathed...

The minority always has to bleed for the majority; self-preservation is their nature.

Think about this.

Some people quietly took a half step back, while others tightly gripped the weapons at their waists.

See this scene.

Old Bute looked a little unhappy.

He already understands.

This group of bandits is different from the previous ones.

The bandits in the past would occupy a certain stronghold and stay there for a long time, even collecting "protection fees" from the surrounding villages and passers-by.

It's like a local separatist force. As long as the money is in place, nothing will happen. What matters is long-term business.

And these people in front of us should be roving bandits.

This type of criminal has no fixed base and acts on the move, often attacking caravans and remote villages.

Usually they move on quickly after grabbing a wave of goods.

This is undoubtedly the most troublesome, and they don't care about it at all.

In this situation, it is impossible not to see blood.

Think about this.

His expression darkened.

At worst, we can fight. Instead of waiting to die, it’s better to take a few people with you.

"Yes, there are just enough people!"

However, at this moment.

A calm voice suddenly sounded here.

Follow the sound and look.

It was not someone else who spoke.

It was Hu Qi who was standing behind the crowd.

At this moment, he stood up from the ground.

Old Bute opened his mouth when he saw this, but he didn't know what he was thinking about and ultimately didn't say anything.

“I didn’t expect there are still people who are not afraid of death!”

The leading bandit narrowed his eyes, his face twisted with a hideous grin.

He swung the long knife in his hand.

"Go, chop off this kid's hands and feet! I wonder if he can continue to be so calm."

"At your service, sir!"

A burly bandit grinned and strode forward with a rusty long knife in hand.

Everyone in the convoy turned pale and backed away, making way for the car, as if they were afraid of getting blood splattered on them.

Seeing this, the gangster's smile became even more ferocious.

--laugh!

Suddenly, at this moment, a slight sound of breaking wind was heard in the air.

I saw.

The bonfire in the cave trembled violently, and the flames sprang up like poisonous snakes, transforming into dozens of hair-thin fire lines, drawing scarlet tracks in the night.

He went straight towards the bandits.

Pfft!

The gangster walking in front didn't even have time to react before the fire swept through his limbs.

Like a hot knife through butter, there was no obstruction.

His arms and thighs were severed at the root, the cuts were as black as charcoal, but not a single drop of blood spurted out.

The severed limb fell to the ground with a 'thump'.

After he was stunned for a second, he let out a scream that was not like a human voice, and fell into the mud.

The rest of the gangsters froze in place.

Some people instinctively raised their knives, while others reached for their rifles with trembling hands.

However, it was too slow.

The bonfire exploded with a loud bang, and the fire line swept across like a whip!

laugh! laugh! laugh……

Broken limbs were flying everywhere and the smell of burning was everywhere.

No screaming, no struggle.

Because the pain hasn't had time to catch up with their nerves.

Until one second later.

“——Ahhh!! You… you are a devil…”

The leading gangster let out a shrill wail, tearing the rainy night apart.

The horses beneath them neighed in panic. These bandits had lost their limbs and naturally could not hold the reins.

The horses simply threw away the broken bodies on their backs and rushed madly into the dark forest behind them.

See this scene.

A group of people led by Old Butt stood there in a daze.

Look at Hu Qi.

I couldn't help but tremble a little.

Old Butt was even more frightened.

I and others actually wanted to harbor ill will towards this kind of existence.

If they really take action, I'm afraid these people will end up like me and others.

Ignored the crowd.

Huqi the bandit lying on the ground.

A hint of satisfaction appeared on his face.

Although a Sequence Nine arsonist is stronger than an ordinary person.

But it is absolutely impossible to achieve this level.

Even an old hand like Ired couldn't control the flames so delicately.

Because this requires professionals to have an almost stringent control over spirituality.

But for Hu Qi, this was just a simple trick.

"Bring all these people in here. I will hold a burning for them and make them repent for what they have done!"

Hu Qi said casually.

As he spoke, he made a gesture of prayer for this world's faith in front of his chest.

"Yes Yes!"

Everyone trembled.

Although I don't understand why Hu Qi is obsessed with burning at the stake.

But this did not prevent them from following Hu Qi's orders.

After a while.

Thirty-four people were carried in, and the rest was piled high with firewood.

The reason why there were only thirty-four people left was because one unlucky guy was accidentally stepped on the neck by a frightened horse while fleeing and died.

At this moment, due to the cutting of the fire line, the broken limbs of these people were instantly burned and sealed by the high temperature, without any blood seeping out.

It was this cruel burning method that saved the bandits from death by blood loss.

Hu Qi looked at these bandits who kept wailing and said lightly.

"Do you plead guilty?"

"Bah! I recognize you as old."

The bandit leader is indeed a desperate criminal, and this desperate situation has aroused his viciousness.

He spat out a mouthful of blood foam and was about to curse.

Before he finished his words, a line of blazing fire flashed across the sky.

--laugh!

Amid the sound of flesh tearing, the bandit leader's body was neatly split into two.

Red and white things mixed with offal poured down like a waterfall onto the firewood below.

"I'll ask again, do you plead guilty?" Hu Qi's voice remained calm.

"We plead guilty! We plead guilty! Please spare our lives... Sir, please spare our lives!"

The remaining bandits were already frightened out of their wits and were crying and begging for mercy.

"very good!"

Hu Qi flicked his fingertips and a fire snake rushed into the pile of firewood.

Although the wood was soaked by rain, it was instantly ignited by the extraordinary characteristics of the arsonist.

--boom!

The raging flames shot up into the sky in an instant, completely engulfing the remaining thirty-three living human pigs.

In front of everyone.

These murderous bandits.

There were shrill screams in the flames, and the smell of burnt flesh mixed with the crackling sound of burning wood.

It interweaves with the rain outside the cave to form a elegy for death.

……

Do it all.

Wait until the screaming stops.

Hu Qi felt that there were some changes in the extraordinary characteristics in his body.

This is the signal that the professional advancement ceremony is complete.

Hu Qi's heart moved.

Call up the panel.

[Sequence Nine: Arsonist△ (Ability: Flame Control, Immune to Some Flame Damage)]

……

[Modified value: 138957 (51%)]

"Scarlet, modify and upgrade my Sequence Nine Arsonist!"

(End of this chapter)