Suxiashan is not only Suxiashan Village, but also other villages. Li San is a member of other villages. Ling Yun stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the smoke at the foot of the mountain, smiling coldly.

He had chopped off Li San's head and prepared to use it as a deterrent force. Just as after the leader was killed, the entire flock could only wait for death.

Looking at the wooden house at the foot of the mountain, Ling Yun's mouth slightly raised.

The wooden house at the foot of the mountain is naturally not his goal for this trip. He just wants to get a map. No need to guess, the remote bookstore should be the home of the old hunter.

Holding Li San's head backwards, Ling Yun slowly approached the wooden house.

"Dad, when will the third brother come back? How long have you been there? Why haven't you come back yet?"

"Hey, you don't know that your third brother is. If he has no prey in his pit, he will definitely find someone to throw in it."

"I didn't learn this from you, if it weren't for you..."

"Yes, your father is old. If I were 20 years younger, I wouldn't have been waiting for you here. Unfortunately, I was the only hunter left back then."

"What are you left alone? Are we still there?"

The girl smiled like a flower, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and her face was as white as an angel under the shade of the tree.

"father?"

The girl pushed the old man beside her and found that he was staring at the distance in a daze.

"Daughter, please help me see what is that person holding?"

"Let me see, ah! It's the head!"

The girl looked at her in confusion and was shocked.

While speaking, the man who was raising his head was approaching, and Ling Yun kicked away their wooden hut.

"You are the best hunter in this village?"

Ling Yun's face was cold and without a trace of expression, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"What are you doing!"

The girl roared unwelcome, "Why are you so unceremonious?"

The old man looked at the head and couldn't say a word.

"Hmph, etiquette, your son actually wants to kill me! Now that I have been killed, I am here to ask for advice. I want to see what etiquette your son is."

As he said that, he threw his head, which was still dripping with blood in his hand, and accurately fell into the girl's arms.

The girl was so scared that she rolled her head to the ground.

The girl slowly approached, then carefully plucked the silk, only looking at her wide eyes.

"Third brother? Third brother!!!" the girl screamed miserably.

The old man couldn't help but tremble when facing Ling Yun's body. He felt something bad when he saw Ling Yun just now, but he didn't expect that it really happened now.

"So... Are you planning?" The old man's voice trembled a little. Who can handle the pain of losing his son in his old age?

untie.

I beat the swallow all day long, but today I was blinded by the swallow.

"When I just entered the village, I heard that you were the headhunter in the village, the most famous hunter in this radius of ten miles. Although you are so old, you can receive good goods every time you go up the mountain."

Ling Yun said this and deliberately paused, "I don't ask for anything. You can draw a picture for me now to indicate the locations of all the traps on the nearby mountains, and the distribution of wild animals you have observed and summarized during the hunting process over the years."

"This is impossible!" Before the old man could speak, the girl on the side said angrily.

"You bad guy, you murderer, you killed my brother, and you came to ask for punishment. What's the face and what's the law? I want to avenge my brother!!!" The girl shouted, her voice full of hatred and hatred for Ling Yun, and she rushed towards Ling Yun.

"Daughter, don't!" The old man couldn't help but feel panic.

Ling Yun easily avoided the girl's claws and grabbed the girl's neck with his backhand.

He raised the girl high, and the girl kept struggling, but Ling Yun's hands were like iron pliers and could not break free.

Her beautiful face was dripping with sweat. Under the sun, the girl was struggling constantly.

The girl's face became darker and darker, and even the force of resistance seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

"Sir! Let go of the little girl, there is something to say about this. If I draw it, can't I draw it?" The old man knelt on the ground.

"It should have been like this long ago!" Ling Yun gave it away, and the girl landed on her delicate face, with sweat standing on her hair.

"Cough cough, cough cough, dad, don't!" The girl kept coughing, and the grief and fear in her heart filled everything.

"Bastard." The old man rushed forward step by step and slapped the girl in the face.

"This is how your third brother competes with others and is killed. Do you want to die too? Haven't you ever thought about me? Have you let me die alone?" The old man couldn't stop crying.

"But... Dad!" The girl looked at the old man with reluctance and resentment.

The old man turned to face Ling Yun, and the sadness in his heart was hard to describe. "I'm going to draw now. If my son provoked you, he will die. I'm going to draw pictures for you now. Please let our family go."

Ling Yun said with a smile on his face, "That's natural. As long as you draw it according to the real situation, I will not kill you. But if I find doubts, you will be in danger of your life."

"I understand, I understand!" Please allow me to go back and get paper and pen.

"Of course, but your daughter is here. After all, I'm not worried about what you can get out if you go in." Ling Yun's smile became stronger.

"Sir, I'll just go to the kitchen." The old man was silent for a while and said.

Ling Yun did not speak, but walked to the girl

Behind him, he looked at the old man without saying a word.

The old man entered the wooden house, tossed for a while, and soon came out with paper and pen.

The old man lay on the ground, spread the big paper on the ground, and drew lines, either curved or straight.

After finishing the densely drawn piece of paper, he presented it to Ling Yun with both hands.

Ling Yun actually didn't understand these things at all, but he could see that the paintings were indeed very detailed. These precious information can be said to be the hunter's meal.

These things are often not something that can be accomplished by one person, perhaps the accumulation of generations of ancestors.

The girl had tears in her eyes, her head was held in her arms, and stared at Ling Yun tightly.

The old man just looked into the distance without saying a word.

"Isn't it true?"

"It's about life and death. How dare the old man deceive you?" The old man smiled bitterly.

"Yeah, the drawing is good." Ling Yun nodded in agreement, slowly rolled up the paper and walked outside.

"Then I'm leaving, take care of yourself."

The girl slowly raised her head, her face full of hatred and despair. The old man slowly pulled the girl up and looked at Ling Yun without a glance.

"It's fine..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ling Yun running quickly towards the hut.

"Run!!"

The old man didn't know what happened, why Ling Yun turned around and returned, but it was correct to run.

"You guys are indeed very good at drawing, but I don't believe it!!!"

Ling Yun shook his hands, and a long sword quickly cut through the air, directly piercing the old man's head.

"Dad?Dad!!!" The girl suddenly heard no sound behind her. When she turned around, Ling Yun was pulling out the long sword from the old man's head.

The girl exhaled in tragic pain and rushed towards the old man.

Ling Yun immediately blocked the girl's face, and the blood-stained sword stabbed into her stomach.

Blood kept flowing out along her clothes, and she slowly fell to the ground and moaned. It was getting slower and slower, until she couldn't move.

Ling Yun glanced at the girl's face, pink and tender, and nodded with satisfaction.

"It's really cute."

Ling Yun could not be sure whether they had the possibility of killing him, and he did not dare to make such a promise. Only by killing him can the future troubles be settled.

Any hunter's home should have a real detailed map instead of drawing it. If the hunter handed over his map directly, there would be no more things.

Ling Yun ignored the two corpses lying on the ground, but raised his head and looked at the wooden house.

The entire wooden house has four bedrooms and one living room, and all the furniture has no fixed direction and placement position, and is placed randomly on the ground.

Ling Yun slowly entered the house, and his footsteps squeaked on the floor.
Chapter completed!