My Way

Chapter 7 First Kill
Night has completely fallen.

Under the bright moonlight.

Several kilometers away, the flames from the birthday banquets held day and night by the Pei family were still bright.

It is a symbol of power and wealth.

After some searching, Ling Wuyuan finally found a suitable stick and sharpened it.

Stick the roast duck you bought earlier on the wooden stick.

Although the food can be eaten cold, he now wants to heat it up for a sense of ritual.

In the dim firelight.

He could clearly see that as the flames in the campfire continued to lick, some heat was slowly coming out of the skin of the roast duck.

Not long after.

The heat slowly dissipates.

Drops of grease are slowly seeping out of it.

As the fat dripped into the bonfire, the aroma of roast duck began to waft through the ruined temple.

Ling Wuyuan immediately stopped roasting it and started to bite it while it was still steaming.

but.

The moment the thing touched his lips, feeling the temperature of the other party, an idea arose in Wuyuan's mind.

That's the temperature of the thing is a little off.

Logically speaking.

If you eat something that has just been heated up, at least the surface will be a little hot.

After all, the skin of something needs to bear the most heat when it is roasted.

However, at this moment, he did not feel any heat.

After thinking about it for a while.

Ling Wuyuan stretched his hand very close to the campfire.

Normally speaking, this distance is not only not suitable for heating, but even getting burned will not be a problem.

Two seconds later.

Ling Wuyuan withdrew his hand.

Looking at his uninjured palm, he recalled what happened during the day.

"Not only did it make me healthier and stronger, but it also gave me a stronger resistance to high temperatures..."

"Is this due to the power within your body?"

A lot of guesses flashed through my mind.

It was also at this time that he heard some noise.

His eyes immediately looked towards the entrance of the dilapidated temple.

there.

Under the darkness of the night, a thin beggar with long, dirty hair on his head was slowly walking in.

The other person looked to be around thirty years old.

Although his face couldn't be seen clearly, his eyes lit up when he saw the steaming roast duck in Ling Wuyuan's hands.

That is undisguised greed!
Moreover, the other person was carrying a lot of various things on his back.

Just a quick glance.

Ling Wuyuan saw two quilts and a large number of bottles and jars.

Matching the tattered clothes on the other person, but with several layers of tattered clothes inside and outside...

It's obvious.

As a professional beggar, the other party carries all his belongings with him...

How to describe it...

I can only say that the other person's dress is really West Coast RAP style.

It would be nice if the other person could rap or something.

"Hey, kid, are you alone here?"

Listening to the other party's slightly hoarse questioning voice.

Ling Wuyuan did not answer the question.

He just ate the roast duck in his hand expressionlessly. The beggar saw that he ignored him, although he looked a little angry, he did not make any rash moves, but stood at the door of the dilapidated temple vigilantly and repeatedly looked at the interior environment of the dilapidated temple.

There were leaky walls on all sides, a dry well with weeds growing not far away, and several half-broken statues...

He was a little worried that Ling Wuyuan might have accomplices.

However, after looking carefully for a while and confirming that there was no way anyone could hide in the ruined temple, the guy relaxed and his attitude became even more impolite.

"Oh shit!"

"How dare you, little bastard, pretend to be calm and scare me!?"

"Hurry up and give me the food in your hand!!"

He expressed deep regret for being overly cautious before.

As he spoke, he quickly walked towards Ling Wuyuan.

His eyes were filled with heartache.

Although I don’t know where the roast duck in Ling Wuyuan’s hand came from.

But at this moment, every bite of the roast duck felt like eating his own meat.

Yes.

Although the item was still in Ling Wuyuan's hand, the beggar already felt that the delicious roast duck was his.

He became even more annoyed when he found that Ling Wuyuan had no intention of stopping talking until this moment, and judging from his expression, he seemed to be eating and thinking about something. He felt that he was not taken seriously at all.

It's okay to be looked down upon by ordinary people.

Now I am being looked down upon by a beggar younger than me?

This is a feeling that one's already pitiful self-esteem and dignity are being hurt.

So, after coming to Ling Wuyuan, he did not choose to reach out to grab the roast duck directly, but chose to kick him impatiently, wanting to teach Ling Wuyuan a lesson first.

He cursed and yelled:
"What are you thinking about, you little bastard?"

"Why aren't you talking??"

At the same time, the power in Ling Wuyuan's body, which had just been born and was still very weak, was mobilized under Ling Wuyuan's will.

The next moment, in a flash, Ling Wuyuan's figure appeared right below the opponent, and the thin wooden stick with roast duck in his hand stabbed out at a high speed like a rapier!
With the blessing of speed.

Although there was some resistance in the process.

But the rather sharp wooden stick still forcibly pierced the skin between the adult beggar's jaw and neck from bottom to top, passing through the soft skin and muscle tissue of the human neck and piercing straight up deeper.

By the way, at the highest speed, Ling Wuyuan did not forget to pull out the roast duck that was inserted in the middle of the wooden stick from the tail end of the stick before the blood flowed down the front end of the stick.

After all, this is two-thirds of his savings! !

Without stopping, he lowered his body and spun around, then swept his kick at the opponent's unstable foot, knocking him down decisively.

finally.

Ling Wuyuan held the roast duck in one hand.

Looking at the person who had fallen heavily to the ground, his eyes were full of fear, his limbs were twitching wildly, and he was trying to say something, but his mouth was just spitting out blood foam.

He shook his head and answered the other party's previous question calmly:

"What am I thinking?"

"I'm thinking about the distance between me and the enemy and what combos to use."

After saying that, he exerted a little force with his legs, jumped straight up, aiming at the opponent's head.

Regardless of the other party's final struggle.

He mercilessly used the heels of his feet to stomp on the opponent's temples several times in a row.

This is the end.

The other party finally stopped struggling.

Only some scarlet blood, still emitting heat, was slowly flowing out from the opponent's wounds and mouth.

The interior space of the entire ruined temple was filled with a faint smell of blood.

this moment.

Ling Wuyuan stepped on the chest of the other's corpse, first looked down at the other's hideous expression with his eyes open, then turned and looked up at the beautiful moonlight above his head.

He gradually realized something in his heart, and couldn't help but smile and sigh softly:

"Killing people is really easy..."

　PS: Signed contract~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)