The leader has completely lost his mind, and now he has only one thought in his mind - kill the old man no matter what!

"Gollum" A donkey turned over and half-knelt on the ground, breathing more and more heavily, and even two drops of sweat oozed from his forehead.

This is not due to exhaustion, and the crisp autumn grasslands are not hot. But the endless anger stirring in his heart kept causing his blood to circulate faster and faster.

When he got up and rushed to the old man again, he gradually learned to be obedient. From time to time, his eyes glanced at the old man's right hand, always on the lookout for the damned, almost completely invisible silk thread.

The old man always sneered, as if in his eyes, the other party was not an opponent, just some kind of garbage that was not worthy of his serious attention.

The old man with the goatee was none other than Liu Lin, but he had disguised himself. But no matter how much you change your appearance, the hatred in your heart can't be hidden.

The mountain of corpses in Hemlock Village seemed to be close at hand, and at that time, the hideous and terrifying wounds on each corpse, and the unwillingness and horror that were forever fixed on the face. From the time he left Hemlock Village until now, every moment and every second has been lingering in his mind.

The masked man in front of him with a long knife in his follow-up observation during this period of time found that although the masked man's martial arts skills were extraordinary, they were mainly focused on sneak attacks and assassinations.

Once he confronts him head-on like he is now, don't look at him as an old guy, he still has the confidence of winning eight or nine percent. The only thing that needed to worry about him was the poison that would kill him.

Seeing that the enemy rushed towards him again, Liu Lin quickly shook the silk thread left and right.

Although the leader didn't know how the silk thread would fly, he hurriedly stood on the left side of his body and made a block in an instant.

It's just that I didn't feel the expected touch, but the speed under my feet was slightly affected because of this.

Just as he was being ashamed of being played by the old man because he was cautious and defended but fell into the air, he suddenly had a premonition of extreme danger from behind him.

He didn't know what was behind him, and he couldn't be distracted by the strong enemy in front of him and turn his head to watch. Just instinctively, he bowed down and threw himself sideways, and a crisp sound of "pop!" sounded behind his head.

Where does the soft whip come from?

The moment he fell to the ground and turned over, he hurriedly glanced back. There was no half figure behind him, and the open space was still so empty.

After a roll over to dodge, he was only two or three meters away from the old man, although he was quite wary of the sound of the whip just now. But the enemy is within reach, and he can still tell which is more important.

It's just that Liu Lin didn't make any dodging moves, and even his eyes didn't change in the slightest. But the leader couldn't care about it so much, and with the roar of gritting his teeth, he raised his knife and stabbed straight at Liu Lin's chest.

Seeing that the blade was close in front of him, Liu Lin closed his eyes lightly.

Between the opening and closing of his mouth, a very clear word came into the ears of the leader: "Pour!"

The moment the voice fell, the blade of the sword was only two feet from his chest.

It's just that it's only two feet, and the distance that was originally within reach is not able to move forward at this time.

"Squeak, squeak!" The sound of metal sharpness and leather armor rubbing silk threads continued to sound, and the leader kept his forward dash to kill, unable to move like a marionette.

I don't know when the whole body is full of silk threads that are already wrapped around Liu Lin. With the inertia that he couldn't stop at all, he quickly fell to the side.

With a "poof!", Liu Lin opened his eyes again. He breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head and muttered, "The matter left over from Hemlock Village should also be completely resolved!"

The leader is now terrified, what is the situation, when, and why is he being tied up?

A series of questions kept popping up, and he even lost the desire to struggle. Now he is like a wooden stick wrapped in layers of wool, and the whole person can only squirm slightly, not to mention the limbs and torso, and even his fingers cannot be bent.

He raised his head with great difficulty, and looked at the old man beside him with red eyes: "If you are a man, hurry up and do it!" ”

Before he finished speaking, he heard Liu Lin directly interrupt him: "It's not a man!

Then he took two steps back and replied in a cold voice: "For people like you, the old man doesn't need to be afraid of face!

Without saying that, regardless of the leader's desperate struggle on the ground, he took out a small paper bag in his arms again.

The gloved right hand always pinched the silk thread tightly, and the left hand opened the paper bag with one hand and gently threw it on the leader: "Oh, a living person turns into water little by little, and it is really the first time I have seen it in my life! I said, have you seen it?"

The powder floated onto the leader and nothing, but some landed near the wound. When the powder comes into contact with the blood, whether it has solidified or not, it is like ice meets a red-hot soldering iron.

"Shh

Hearing the movement coming from his body, the leader couldn't see what was happening at all. But instinct told him that death might be imminent.

The mentality could no longer remain calm, and the whole person struggled desperately and shouted: "What have you done to me?

Liu Lin smiled slightly: "It's nothing, the old man used to be very interested in the walking corpse water, and then he found someone to improve it, but this medicine powder didn't have a chance to use it once, so he didn't choose a name!" ”

After a little thought, he continued: "Why don't you call it rotting corpse powder?"

As soon as the leader heard the name, he instantly guessed the function. Although he didn't feel pain at all, the countless imaginations that his brain instinctively generated after Liu Lin's explanation became a torture that was even more terrifying than physical pain.

"Old man, you bastard! I will curse you! I will curse you and die well!" a terrible and sad roar resounded in the sky: "You old bastard!

Liu Lin looked at the white mist that was becoming more and more obvious, and took four or five steps back again and pouted: "Little bastard! Even if an acquaintance slanders in Beisanke, it is a crime, not to mention that you are a scum!"

He tugged at the silk thread with his right hand and continued: "That's it, young people are naïve! If the curse was useful, the world would have been peaceful a long time ago!"

After speaking, he stopped speaking, and took five or six steps back again and waited. However, as the white mist steamed more and more, and gradually covered the entire body of the masked man. For some reason, Liu Lin gradually had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, this idea just appeared, and the white mist, which was originally as white as snow, gradually mixed with a little bit of green, dusk and dark blue. And over time, the area is getting bigger and bigger.

This made Liu Lin vigilant again, but he didn't look close to observe it just in case, but took a few steps back again.

"Huh!"

In the already colorful mist, there was a sudden soft grunt. Then there was a crazy laugh: "Haha! haha!"

This made Liu Lin instantly nervous, and even swallowed his saliva involuntarily.

The next moment, in the fog of less and less white, the laughter gradually stopped. The masked man's extremely cold voice sounded: "Old fellow, you are really an old fool! You can even think of using poison against me?

As soon as these words came out, Liu Lin instantly woke up and secretly said bad!

The muscles of his whole body tensed instantly, his eyes were fixed on the mist, and his head was quickly thinking about coping strategies.