Night falls. In the evening wind, he only felt angry.
However, the anger has not yet completely taken over his heart. He tried his best to persuade himself to calm down and analyze it secretly. What is this man's background? Rather, is this guy... a human? And why can't I move? Is it because some kind of immobilization technique has been cast on me? But at least he was allowed to speak. He thought that the other party at least still had the will to communicate. Maybe that guy won't be able to lift the spell until he hears satisfactory words from his own mouth.
"You haven't answered my first question yet - who are you?"
"Here are the people who are here to help you."
He laughed again, his tone so calm that it seemed frivolous. Speaking of which, I was barely able to determine the gender of this person. The other party's voice sounded like a male voice, but it would not be an exaggeration to interpret it as a magnetic female voice. Objectively speaking, it sounded good. But no matter what voice or appearance this person has, the fact that he offends and angers him will not change.
"You decided to stay here and said you would help me? Although I don't think you can help me in any way, let alone that I need your help in any way."
"You are so dishonest. When you put 'can't help you' in the first place, you are exposed."
After saying that, the man loosened his hand on his shoulder and slowly moved in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, frowned, and his mood became a bit complicated, so much so that the previous anger faded a little. Not only the voice, but also the appearance of this person looks like a man but not a woman. Perhaps true beauty always blurs gender, but despite her sharp face, she still has many masculine qualities. The corners of his eyes were raised, and there was a mole under his right eye. His long, smooth black hair was like burnt ashes, without any sparks or reflections. That bathrobe was obviously not of this season. I couldn't tell whether it had more black parts or red parts. They blend into each other, exuding strange lines in each other's boundaries, as if they are alive.
His eyes were bright red, seeming to glow in the night. The thing that was as eye-catching as his eyes was the long white cigarette rod in his hand, which was exactly the one that poked his chin just now. I can’t tell if it’s jade or some other material, but it must be expensive. Anyone who appears in a place like this at this time of year must be a monster.
Is there any chance of winning the fight?
"Unconvincing. Is this your sincerity?"
"Hmm...how should I say it?"
The long-haired man took a puff of cigarette calmly and blew it gently on his face. Although it wasn't as unpleasant as ordinary tobacco, it was still a bit choking, and he felt subtly insulted. He frowned and almost cursed, but the other party spoke first:
"If I untie myself now, you will pull out a skinning knife from the inside of your left boot and cut my throat in the shortest possible time. The knife is bright and sharp. You polished it after you used it yesterday. Everyone around you Everything, including every arrow in your quiver, is carefully inspected, from the arrowhead to the fletching, and you want to ensure that these things are in the best condition for use at all times to minimize the risk of Damage caused by your own fault."
Until then, an inexplicable shiver slowly crawled up his spine. Was it so cold by the river at this time in previous years?
Then, more intense anger covered these.
This monster has been observing me? Since when? His few words alone can explain too many problems. I'm afraid that from a long time ago, my whereabouts and even every move have been seen by this bastard - without him being aware of it. Although the privacy is not deliberately concealed, if someone is seen through like this, everyone will be emotional. He had been away from the world for too long, and it had been a long time since anyone could arouse his anger like this. Rather, it was probably because I had held it in for too long that I became extremely angry at this time. But this is not important. What is important is, who is this guy? What purpose?
"If you came to piss me off, you've already succeeded."
"Oh, then I can't let you go. I'm here to help you. It's really rude."
"You kept saying to help me, but now you are just causing me trouble. I'm warning you-"
In an instant, the restraining spell was lifted. Before he could finish his words, he suddenly lost his center of gravity and almost fell on the stone beach by the river. He immediately made adjustments, and in a blink of an eye, he pulled out the skinning knife on the side of his boot, just as the man said.
The knife came forward head-on, with the strength and speed to chop down a tree as thick as a bowl. But after the crisp "bang" sound, his move was easily stopped - just by the cigarette rod that looked like it would break at a moment's notice. Moreover, the man held it steadily with one hand, but he tried his best, and even his forearms were shaking slightly from the excessive exertion.
Impossible... just for such a half-hearted guy? Could it be that he was affected by his emotions? What a joke! He didn't want to admit it at all, and he wouldn't feel scared based on this, let alone flinch. It must be him again...
"Are you suspecting that I'm cheating with sorcery? You're really not cute."
"..."
The idea was clearly grasped, and this guy didn't know anything about himself. He didn't dare to relax his hands. The slightest hesitation might be taken advantage of by the other party, leading to a more troublesome pursuit. It was too dark, and he could only see a small area in front of him with the faint moonlight, which was not a big advantage. He quickly took out the arrow from the quiver with his free hand and stabbed the opponent's abdomen from below. But at that moment, he felt that the knife in his left hand was weak, but it was quickly pressed back by the previous force. The man actually turned the cigarette rod at an invisible speed and knocked away the incoming arrow. The arrow fell into the water with a pop, and the broken stick stayed two inches in front of his waist. He took a deep breath and realized that the monster knew more about him than he thought. According to its inertia, this wooden stick can at least stab him, although it may not cause serious damage. But he would control his strength before attacking. He wanted to know how deeply the weapon penetrated the enemy and where it hit.
"You are so easily angered, Yin Guihong."
When he heard the last three words, his mind went blank for a moment. Then, he held the broken arrow in his hand tighter, and instead fired an uppercut that hit the target. But he only hit a ball of air, and even the force of the knife in his left hand suddenly disappeared. There was a burst of light in front of his eyes, and the figure turned into a virtual image of flames, which disappeared in an instant. He threw the wooden stick to the ground hard and looked around, his anger nowhere to be vented. The monster disappeared, but his voice came from somewhere and flowed clearly into his ears.
"Are you angry again? Alas, there's really nothing I can do about it. But, you passed the test."
"Get out of here!" He wanted to yell, but he suppressed more swear words in his mouth. "Whose name do you have, and what do you want? Why do you know my name? Get out of here and speak clearly." !”
"Yin Guihong... Well, I think it's a good name. Why don't you just say no?"
"Stop fucking and mind your own business!"
"Indeed, this is your family matter." The voice smiled, "Hehehe, since I was adopted by that old guy, I no longer need this name. You probably don't have any impression, so let me do it. Let me remind you: when he asked your name, you were really startled after hearing the answer. After a long silence, he told you to just forget about the name from now on. You don’t need it anymore anyway. For more than ten years , it’s true that he never called you by your name again, but it’s fair that you never called him by your name either. Because until the moment he died, you didn’t know his name, you only knew that he was a hunter.”
He knows too much. However, Yin Guihong's memory did slowly wake up. He vaguely remembered that after stating his name, the old hunter didn't say anything, but just said his last name twice: Yin... Then, he asked himself where he came from, and looked at where he came from. direction and shook his head. Then it was exactly the same as what the man said. Indeed, he had to admit that his memory was not so good that he could remember every detail of the past clearly. How old were you then? Are you over ten?
What impressed me most was not this part, but some things earlier.
"You are a lot stronger than you were then." Yin Guihong still couldn't determine the source of the voice. "I would rather say, you are much stronger. After all, when you were picked up, you almost didn't even save your left leg. You looked sick. You look miserable and have difficulty speaking. No one who sees you thinks you can survive the next day. It should be said that the old hunter is really rejuvenated. He is both a hunter and a doctor; he is a bricklayer and a healer. He is a carpenter, a fisherman, and a vegetable farmer. To humans, he is very powerful, and he is your reborn parent. Unfortunately, one rainy day, he slipped and rolled down the hillside and almost lost his life. Beat him for the first time You found him the next day and carried him home. No matter how well he recovered, his skills and brains were no longer what they were before. He could have lived longer, right? Oh my, what a misfortune... Hey, you were It was raining heavily the day we picked it up, what a coincidence, isn't it?"
Speaking of this, Yin Guihong calmed down.
The amount of information this guy has is really incredible. But thinking about it this way, he probably knew himself very well from a long time ago, and he was well prepared for his appearance this time. What the other party knows, as well as physical skills and sorcery, are temporarily superior to him. Although he was still angry, he was not stupid and could not fight against a guy he had no chance of winning. It is a taboo to be carried away by anger and do something that is least appropriate at the moment.
This man was right. He did have a bad temper, but he changed a lot after living with the old hunter.
He was always "calmly angry."
