Master Tongtian

'snort! ’

'Well! ’

'ah! ’

In the snowy night, some were grunting, some were screaming, or some were groaning. The terrible sounds were like arrows, constantly penetrating the dense darkness and driving into the small sheepfold.

Rosen hid in the innermost corner of the sheepfold, curled up tightly, and covered his thin body with thick hay, hoping that the nightmare would end soon.

He couldn't understand why the two teenagers died. He only knew that the cottage was attacked by a sneak attack.

He is powerless, and the only thing he can do now is to reduce his presence as much as possible, so as not to be targeted by this terrifying and ruthless sneak attacker.

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the darkness.

"Ah~ I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

It was the voice of the village leader Iron Claw Wolf.

"Come out! Come out!"

"Don't hide if you have the ability! If you have the ability, come out and fight me!"

The voice was full of anger and even more helpless.

"Hehehehe~~~ It's okay, I'll let you understand."

An icy laughter came from the darkness. This voice actually appeared near the sheepfold, which made Rosen's scalp explode with shock!

"Iron-clawed Wolf Wald, a wanted criminal, Baron Morey is offering a reward of 10 gold crowns for your head. Do you understand now?"

"It's you! Are you the cursed magician?!" Iron Claw Wolf's voice was full of surprise.

"Ha~ It's rare that you still remember my voice."

"Hmph~ The high and mighty Cursed Magician has actually become a bounty hunter. It seems like you don't have much of a reputation."

Although he was surprised, the bandit leader's voice calmed down.

"You will know soon if you have any reputation."

It was quiet outside the sheepfold. Apart from the roar of the wind and snow, no movement could be heard.

The suffocating silence lasted for a full ten minutes. To Rosen, these ten minutes seemed like a century.

"snort!"

A painful groan sounded directly near the sheepfold.

Rosen's heart palpitated, and he curled up tighter. He couldn't help but curse in his heart: "If you want to beat me outside the village, why are you here at the sheepfold?"

"Die!"

A thunderous roar suddenly exploded near the sheepfold, followed immediately by a shrill howl of wind, coming from far and near, rushing towards the sheepfold.

‘Wow~’

The wooden walls of the sheep pen were smashed and sawdust flew.

'puff! ’

The next moment, Rosen felt something stabbing into the mud on his back, and the splashed mud hit his back, which was painful.

Subconsciously, I reached out and touched it. It felt cold to the touch, and it turned out to be a heavy iron machete.

In the flash of lightning, Rosen figured out many things.

‘This knife is meant for me! Most likely, he mistook me for the cursed magician who attacked me secretly! ’

'The magician was hiding near the sheepfold, but he didn't kill me. I'm afraid it wasn't because he didn't find me, but because he used me as a bait to confuse his opponent's perception! ’

In other words, he has just been wandering around the gates of hell!

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly felt cold.

Immediately afterwards, a dim dark red light ball flew out from a remote corner next to the sheepfold and hit the figure outside the sheepfold.

No, there's more than one ball of light, it's 2, no, it's 3!

'drop! drop! drop! ’

Accompanied by a strange whistle-like sound, three light balls drew smooth curves in the night and hit the figure one after another.

‘Bang bang bang! ’

An explosion like a large firecracker sounded almost at the same time.

"Ah~~~~"

Screams of pain were heard outside the sheepfold.

And with the scream, the previously extinguished torch lit up again, and the flickering firelight slightly dispelled the darkness of the snowy night.

Rosen raised his head slightly and looked out through the holes in the wood.

He saw the bandit leader Iron Claw Wolf lying on the snow less than 10 meters away from the sheep pen, groaning and squirming in pain.

Both of his arms were broken at the base, and his left leg was empty below the knee. There was a large black patch of snow around him, filled with blood spurting from the wounds.

On the other side of the sheepfold, in a remote corner less than 5 meters away from Rosen, a man of medium height walked out.

The man wore a half-worn round hat with a wide brim and a pointed peak, and a cloak of thick gray cloth covered with snowflakes. He was holding a long wooden staff in his hand.

This is almost exactly the same as the image of the magician in Rosen's imagination.

The man took a few steps forward and stopped 5 meters away from the bandit leader. The firelight illuminated his face.

Rosen squinted and took a closer look, and found that the magician was probably in his early forties. He was very thin, with slightly concave cheeks, and his forehead was covered with fine lines, which made him look very old.

But the man's eyes were gray, shining with a penetrating light in the dark night. Just one look at them made Rosen feel cold in his heart, and he felt as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast.

Several thoughts flashed through his mind.

‘This magician is definitely a master who regards human life as nothing. ’

‘Magic is so powerful that I destroyed an entire village single-handedly. If I want to live like a human being, I will most likely become a magician! ’

At this time, the magician spoke.

"Wold, you have two ways to go now. First, tell me where the treasure is in the village, and I will let you die happily. Second, I will spend three days prying your mouth open bit by bit. .”

"Despicable! Shameless! Bastard!"

"I won't say anything!"

"Don't even think about taking a copper from me!"

Ironclaw Wolf Wold roared with all his strength, but it was too weak and his voice was not intimidating.

The magician shrugged: "That's a pity. I heard that your son died just yesterday and was buried in the cemetery over there, right?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at the cemetery in a corner of the village.

After a few seconds of silence, a green ball of light appeared out of thin air in the air beside him. Like a will-o'-the-wisp, it floated swaying towards the cemetery and submerged into the moist soil.

The suffocating silence lasted for another 10 seconds.

'puff! ’

In the soft mud, a pale hand covered in black mud stretched out, then two. Then, the hands pulled hard left and right, digging out a pit in the mud.

Immediately afterwards, a young man sat up from the mud puddle.

The young man was wearing an animal skin coat that was soaked in mud and water. His blue skin was covered with bloodstains like spider webs, his pupils were white, and his head was covered with mud and snow. His appearance was that of a corpse, but his movements were no different from those of a living person.

He clutched his neck tightly with both hands, and a painful sob squeezed out of his throat.

"Father~Father~I'm in so much pain~I'm in so much pain~Save me~~Save me~~"

The sound was hollow and disembodied, like an echo floating from hell.

Rosen looked at all this and felt sweat all over his body.

Although he had seen similar "living corpses" in various media in his previous life, they were all imaginary. When it all happened in front of his eyes, he felt a strong psychological impact.

This is really exciting!

Subconsciously, he was highly concentrated, his eyes widened, and he watched all this without blinking.

At this moment, Rosen heard a 'click' sound in his mind, similar to the sound of a shutter taking a photo, and at the same time, a stream of information flashed through his mind.

‘The screenshot of the adventure log was successfully taken and the screenshot is automatically stored on the desktop. ’

With a thought in his mind, he immediately summoned the desktop.

Sure enough, there was a new picture on the desktop. The content of the picture happened to be a scene of a living corpse crawling out of the soil. The quality of the picture was exceptionally high, and every detail was revealed.

Rosen was slightly happy: "I can still take screenshots, so at least I can be an excellent realist painter."

Before he had time to look further, the magician's voice came over again.

"Wold, although your son is dead, his soul is still alive. I can make him get up and suffer all the torture in the world again!"

"No! No~~~~~"

Wald collapsed instantly and shouted: "I say! I say! Let him go! Let him rest in peace! I beg you!"

The magician sighed lightly, with a hint of disappointment on his face: "Did you give in so quickly? I thought you were a tough guy."

Following his words, the 'corpse' in the cemetery lost its vitality and lay back in the cemetery.

He walked to Iron Claw Wolf and said, "Say it."

The Iron Claw Wolf whispered a few words and told the location of the treasure.

After hearing this, the magician turned his head and glanced at the sheepfold. The iron machete inserted in the sheepfold flew up, flew over a distance of more than ten meters, and struck the iron-clawed wolf on the neck.

‘Poof~’

Wold, the iron-clawed wolf, was separated from his head.

The magician picked up Wald's head, wrapped it in cloth, turned to look at the sheepfold, smiled faintly, and turned to walk deeper into the village.

Rosen watched the magician leave, knowing that he most likely went to find the treasure chest.

There was a fierce struggle in his mind.

"This is a magician, and his skills are quite powerful. Do I want to go out and have a try, become a master or something?"

"But he is a ruthless person who will kill people at every turn. Judging from his appearance, he is not a tolerant person. If he doesn't want to accept a disciple, I will force him to do it, I'm afraid."

"It seems that all the bandits in the village have died. There are so many ferocious beasts and poisonous insects in the forest, and I don't know the way out of the mountain. I'm afraid I won't be able to survive if I stay here alone."

"It doesn't matter, I'll die sooner or later. It's all death anyway, so why not give it a try!"

After a fierce psychological struggle, Rosen gritted his teeth, emerged from the haystack, stepped out of the sheepfold in a few steps, and shouted at the magician's back: "Sir, do you need an apprentice?"

The magician kept walking and didn't speak, but he didn't make a move against Rosen either. He just pretended he didn't exist.

Such a reaction gave Rosen a glimmer of hope.

When negotiating business, as long as the customer does not directly reject you, you still have a chance, because the other party is most likely waiting for you to show your core chips.

What's his bargaining chip now?

Yes, he can draw and his painting skills are 'amazing'.

He immediately shouted: "Sir, I am hardworking and willing to do anything. Moreover, I can also paint, and I can paint very well."

The magician seemed to be moved. He stopped and half-turned his head to look at Rosen: "I killed two of your companions. Don't you hate me?"

"Those are not my companions. I was forced to stay with them."

"I can manipulate corpses, release curses, and control poisonous insects. I am a complete evil mage. Aren't you afraid?"

"But you didn't kill me, did you?"

"Ha~~~ It's interesting. Okay, I just need an assistant to carry my bag."

After saying that, he threw the cloth bag containing the head to Rosen: "This dirty thing can be exchanged for money, you can hold it for me."

Rosen breathed a sigh of relief and immediately ran towards the cloth bag. The moment he picked up the cloth bag with both hands, he could clearly feel the soft and warm touch of the human head on his fingertips.

When he thought that there was a real head inside, and the owner of this head was an acquaintance, his heart beat uncontrollably.

'I never expected that I would actually pick up a dead man's head with my own hands. ’

This incident had a huge psychological impact on him. There was a 'click' in his mind, and there was another screenshot on the desktop, which was the picture of him holding his head in his hands.

Fortunately, Rosen had rich experience and his mind was far stronger than that of ordinary teenagers. After a while, he returned to normal.

With a strong hand, he threw the bag on his back and followed the magician's footsteps with big strides.