Uncle Jack is much older than Feng Manyun's memory, even if he is paralyzed on the bar, his waist can still be seen to be visibly rickety, and his arms are shriveled. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info But what was more striking was the old hunter's stump at the moment, the left leg of his rough cloth pants rolled up high, revealing a severed limb wrapped in strips of cloth inside. The leg has been broken for a long time, and ordinary strips of cloth are probably used to cover the ugliness, not to bandage the wound.

"You...... How did you get hurt like this? Looking at Old Jack's bare half of his stump legs, Feng Manyun's mouth was dry for a while. If it weren't for the old hunter's unsteady feet and weak body, he would never have been able to fall him easily on his back by himself - he was as clear as a mirror, and Uncle Jack had at least ten ways to make him even more ugly than he was now.

"I'd rather like to know why you're still alive." The collapsed bar shook violently as the old hunter struggled, and the glasses and jugs that had been placed on the table rattled down the sloping countertop against the crippled, soaking through the sackcloth cloak he was wearing. However, he didn't care, and his hands tried to find two sturdy fulcrums, and he slammed them on, and stood up in front of the bar.

"Hey, you're going to pay ......"

"Duh!" A short thorn shot along the base of the bartender's ear, poking at the wall behind him. The acquaintance bartender obediently shut. Even if this old man loses a leg, his figure is very stiff, but judging from his years of experience on duty, it will not be more troublesome for that man to kill him who is unarmed than pouring a glass of ale himself.

"I took care of some personal matters in Golden Feather City, and now I'm back." Feng Manyun shrugged and said truthfully.

"Huh? Personal? Old Jack gouged out his ears and nodded, as if he was very satisfied with the boy's reason, "I see, I see." ”

"So......" Feng Manyun had a stomach full of questions to ask, he pulled the old hunter and said hurriedly.

Before the boy could speak, the sloppy hunter's face suddenly distorted, his teeth bared, and the only remaining foot suddenly exerted force, and his knee rose upward, and he slammed into the boy's lower abdomen.

"Wow!" The sudden blow made the white-clothed boy's stomach spasm, and he opened his mouth to spit out a stream of sour water mixed with ale, and his waist bowed down like a shrimp. Old Jack broke free of Feng Manyun's hand, hugged his fists, and slammed on the side of the young man's head, which finally made Feng Manyun lose his resistance, only to feel that the Venus flashed in front of him, and the next moment his face was attached to the wet ground.

"Get out of the way!" After doing all this, Old Jack jumped on one foot, snorted away from the obstructive onlookers, and bypassed the badly damaged bar, but went under the wall and pulled out the knife he had thrown earlier. "Wait......", he turned around and looked over, Feng Manyun just propped up his body with a confused face, sat down and shook off the vomit on his body, "Why do you want to do this?" ”

"Sit there and don't move, I'm going to kill you!" The old hunter put one hand on the bar, and jumped comically on one foot to approach the white-clothed young man, "Traitor of the Western Army!" ”

Feng Manyun shook his head, and the ghosts in front of him merged into one place, and finally saw the sharp short blade in Old Jack's hand. Of course, he will not sit still, Rao is a clay man, after such a sneak attack three times or twice, the karmic fire in his heart has long overshadowed the doubts about this state of affairs. He staggered to his feet, his feet slammed, and he lowered his body and hugged Uncle Jack's waist, the bar space was small, and the old hunter didn't have much chance to dodge, but he was hugged by Feng Manyun and slammed towards the already broken bar.

The two of them fell under the messy bar, a liquid that they didn't know what was dripping from their sideburns and noses, but they still kept rolling and wrestling. The sharp tip of the short blade was only a few centimeters away from the young man's eyes, but he grabbed the opponent's wrist and did not take another step forward.

"Stop! The two of them are going to play a small shop and then ...... If we really kill someone, we're going to close the door! The tavern keeper had already been called out of the background, but he was just standing and shouting out where the battle could not be reached, and he had no intention of interfering. Most of the surrounding drinkers were also happy to see the excitement, but they didn't want to cause trouble, and they only sat or stood and watched from afar, and no one stepped forward to stop the two guys who suddenly went crazy.

"Hey!" In the middle of the pulling, Old Jack suddenly hit the young man's stomach with the severed half of his left leg, pushed Feng Manyun back, and turned over and retreated away from the attack range of the young man in white. Only then did he realize that the young man in front of him was no longer the weak little guy who had just entered the Western Army, and with his current body, it would take some strength to kill him. Thinking of this, the old hunter raised the short blade flat, put on a strange posture, and stared dangerously at the embarrassed Feng Manyun a few steps away, "Do you know, what I regret the most now is that I taught you how to fight......

"Wait!" The boy put his hands in front of him, "We can keep fighting like this, but I need to know why!" What happened in the Western Army? How did you end up like this? ”

"Aha?" The old hunter opened his mouth and made a voice that he didn't know whether to ask or sneer, he looked around at the whispering spectators, and said dejectedly, "The traitors and deserters of the Western Garrison actually want to know what is happening in the camp?" He pointed at the drinkers around him with the short blade in his hand, and with the direction of the tip of the blade, the people who were pointed at all subconsciously took half a step back, "Didn't these people already tell you?" If you don't hear clearly, there is no Xishu anymore! The death camp has been removed! Now you and I are nothing more than stateless bullshit hunters. The second half of Uncle Jack's words exploded throughout the tavern, and it was particularly hysterical, the green veins on his forehead were faintly visible, and the hand holding the knife began to tremble incessantly.

Feng Manyun's face changed several times, and then even the fighting posture was no longer maintained: "Uncle Jack, I want to know what happened to you......" He glanced at the hunters watching the show around him, and said in a low voice, "Let's get out of here, you tell me everything, if you still want to fight by then...... When I die, I will at least be able to see the Hunter clearly. ”

Old Jack sealed one nostril with one hand, and spurted a puddle of blood from the other. I haven't seen him for a few months, Feng Manyun's fighting skills seem to have grown a lot, and the bastard boy seems to be ignorant of pain, and he beat him a few times in the place where he was in pain during the scuffle, but the effect was not as good as he thought. He also returned to a standing position, and the knife was stuck in his tattered trouser pocket: "This is yours, right?" The old hunter pulled out a wooden knife with a duffel bag attached to it from the ruins of the bar.

…………

The ruined bar has wiped out at least a day's income from this dilapidated restaurant. Such a shop will not be difficult for outlaws, or the two of them fled before the shopkeeper reacted, and Feng Manyun, who left in a hurry, did not take back the dozens of copper coins on the bar, but these are far from enough to compensate for the broken cups and saucers.

"Where are you taking me?" The young man in white chased after him, and although Old Jack lost a leg, he used Feng Manyun's knife as a crutch, and his walking speed was much faster than that of the young man.

"It's almost there." Old Jack didn't look back, as if saying a word to this kid would be a stain on his dignity.

No matter how big Locklac was, it had a boulder as a boundary, and the two of them didn't stop all the way, and a moment later they appeared in an inaccessible area. The bare rocks were artificially piled up into knee-high piles, and occasionally wooden poles or polished stone slabs tied with hemp rope were placed diagonally on the piles, and strange names were crookedly engraved on them.

"Cannon, ring finger, dead fish eyes......" Old Jack stood still, and recited the nicknames of his companions in the camp one by one, some of whom had been fighting for a long time while Feng Manyun was still alive, some of which he had only heard in letters, and occasionally one or two that were not even mentioned in letters. A few days after entering the Xishu, Feng Manyun followed the team to the battlefield, and when he saw the submarine dragon dozens of meters long for the first time, his face turned white with fright, and he did not return to his original state until the next morning. He remembered that his fellow campers had nicknamed him "Little White Face", and although the boy did not know the meaning of the word, the prodigal sons did not fake the evil in their eyes when they shouted out.

"They...... Are they all here? Feng Manyun closed his eyes, and the first time he came to the hunter's graveyard, the young man had already confirmed the worst conjecture in his heart.

"No, they don't belong here." Old Jack's smoke rang out several tones, "I want to know...... Have you ever seen a human face eaten clean by a unicorn beetle? ”

Feng Manyun opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

"I've seen it...... On the third day after the battle, I went to see them. "Some of them can see clearly, some of them are not," he laughed, "Six Months' belly really bursts through the armor, but it's not a big fat boy in it, it's some damn beetle...... I didn't even dare set a fire. He slammed his left leg, his body shaking, "Because I can't outrun the worm cubs who escaped!" ”

"I ...... I'm sorry. The young man in white trembled in his heart.

"What about you then?" The old hunter grabbed the young man by the collar, "You are in Golden Feather City...... Got a job? "It's as if he's seen the funniest thing in the world, "'Show me your hunter's badge and power of attorney,' is that right?" Or is it 'you'? Old Jack learned to guard the hunter's tone, "It's boring, isn't it, but at least you'll be alive!" ”

As the last word was spoken, Old Jack raised the wooden knife in his hand and struck it on the young man's back. Feng Manyun realized his attack, but surprisingly did not dodge, but just suffered the blow, and fell to his knees all of a sudden, the wound on his back gushing blood. The knife snapped into two from the place where there was originally a crack, and flew out of the distance, knocking a wooden sign in the distance.

"I should have noticed...... It's long overdue. The young man in white muttered, constantly beating his head with the root of his palm. Since returning to Jinyu City, letters from the Western Garrison have been sent every week or two. The number of words is not much, and the content of the letter is no different from the commission report. The person who wrote the pen was not necessarily which, and occasionally there was a new handwriting that one or two teenagers had never seen. The people in the death camp didn't know where Feng Manyun lived in Golden Feather City, but as long as the boy was still doing his job as a hunter, there was always nothing wrong with sending it to the union hall.

However, for various reasons, Feng Manyun did not reply to a single letter, and such correspondence finally stopped a month ago.

"What kind of beast tide...... Don't even have room to dodge? The young man's eyes were red, and he raised his head and asked Old Jack, "After a few months, has the group of the Hidden Dragons multiplied to such a large size?" ”

"It's not just a submersible dragon." It seemed that this blow was finally relieved, and the sloppy hunter put away his hand and sat awkwardly on the ground, "I haven't seen such a large herd of beasts since I came to Xishu, damn it...... The monsters were everywhere, the sand hut was destroyed on the first day, and the rest of the day had to run away and deal with them, but it didn't last long. ”

"When the cannon was dying, it grabbed my face like this." His oily hand grinned at the cloudy mouth, "He begged me that he wanted to be buried in this hunter's graveyard." ”

"Xishu is just a clan, not on the roster of the Hunters' Guild, and that's just a reason for those bullshit guys to lie to us." The old hunter looked into the distance and said, "We all know that no one will treat a group of murderers, thieves and robbers as real hunters. But the cannon he begged me...... That cannon, begging me with tears in his eyes! So I can only pretend to say yes - we're liars, and that's what we should, shouldn't we? ”

"I'm sorry......" Feng Manyun could only repeat this sentence vaguely.

"If you don't blame you, how can you blame you?" Uncle Jack shook his head, "You've always been a drag bottle for the camp, and even if you show up on the hunting grounds, it will only keep us up for another hour at most, maybe less." He convinced himself, "To be honest, I just need something to hold grudge against these past month...... Now I have lost all my capital to continue hunting, and I no longer have the intention of living. He let go of the young man's mouth and shook the spit off his hand, "I just thought, one day if you come back, I will kill you, and then the Xishu Department will be completely gone." ”

"It's wonderful, isn't it, the two remaining two people in the Xishu Division, one killed the other, and then wiped his own neck, just like dying together on the hunting ground!" The old hunter's eyes flashed with a frenzied light, and he seemed to be satisfied with the thought.

"You don't need to do this...... Feng Manyun's cheeks tightened, and a sentence was squeezed out from between his teeth.

"I hate hunters!" Old Jack suddenly threw his head up and shouted, "Fuck the hunter! When he lowered his head again, the old man's eyes had calmed, "I can't do anything anymore, so if you want to kill all those submersible dragons, what else do you need?" ”