Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 12: Goodwill (thanks to the leader of Mufeng Song!)

"The strength is not small. Is it the activation of the silent power triggered by spiritual awakening? It's really amazing."

He was amazed at the talent of the child of the White People, and he also recognized the choice of the other party: "The riverside jungle in the west of the city is the territory of the local aborigines, and there are many ferocious beasts. Recently, a mutation is about to happen, and the beasts are violent, and the aborigines even have some A temporary camp, go there to dispose of the corpses, almost dead."

"The official road is not bad, but after a while, the reinforcements requested by the local viscount will probably arrive. The corpse is hidden there, and there is a high chance that it will be discovered by passing soldiers or sublimators. At that time, a seven An eight-year-old child cannot control his own destiny."

"Only the lake and forest in the east of the city, although there are many people who come and go on weekdays, but they are only fixed on a few roads, the corpses will be eaten by wild beasts and ants soon, so it is the safest overall."

"This should be a well-thought-out plan before the murder, otherwise, it would not be possible to make the right decision so quickly."

Then, the behavior of the boy when he sensed that a beast was spying on him made the old knight even more amazed.

——Beasts have no concept of weapons. Pitchforks and spears, sharp swords and long knives are human teeth and claws.

The boy held the pitchfork with both hands, and held the bottom of the fork with one hand. It seemed that he actively shortened the attack distance, making the beast eager to try, but in fact, he could extend the attack at any time to stab his own claws .

Even ordinary soldiers don't have this insight.

"Either it is a family background, or it is a real talent!"

Seeing this, the old knight already knew that he didn't need to look any further. The fork that the boy was about to thrust out had at least 150 to 200 pounds of strength, which was already enough for the strength standard of adolescents. , Presumably it is the activation of the potential brought about by the spiritual awakening.

A mere stunted forest leopard is nothing but a big cat, and it is impossible to defeat a quasi-psychic who has made all preparations and mastered fighting skills.

And it is true.

The white-haired boy stepped forward, and at the moment when Lin Bao was slightly hesitant because of the corpse, he suddenly stabbed out his 'sharp claws'.

The pitchfork whipped up a gust of wind.

I can't imagine why the sharp claws of the erect ape in front of him suddenly become longer, and the neck is pierced in an instant.

The deliberately sharpened fork carried the boy's weight and drove it hard into the ground!

Without even the strength to howl, the female leopard's world fell into darkness.

"It's so simple, I don't even use sleeping powder"

Muttering to himself echoed in the jungle, Ian, who killed Lin Bao, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he let out a long breath: "Is this the danger in the precognitive vision? Doesn't something feel right?"

A forest leopard is indeed dangerous. Although it will not pose a threat to adults who can fight hand-to-hand with brown bears in the world of Terra, it can definitely be called a killer to children.

I was able to kill the opponent entirely because of my long-handled weapons and skills, and the temptation brought by my cheap uncle's corpse to the beast.

"It's good to die, the corpse is a great help."

Ian nodded with such a comfortable mood, he activated his spiritual power and looked around the surrounding jungle.

Then, just out of caution, the white-haired boy opened his eyes wide.

"What, what?!"

At this moment, he who activated his ability saw blood and gold.

A golden halo stands aside, as majestic and solid as a mountain peak, while a dim **** halo is approaching silently, like a ghost, following the shadows and shelter of the forest towards him. Come closer!

Boom!

Heartbeat accelerated suddenly, without the slightest hesitation, Ian pulled the pitchfork out of Lin Leopard's body, and then with his fastest speed and greatest strength, he went straight towards the red shadow that was still quietly lurking !

At this moment, in the lake forest, the aborigine who was sneaking in the jungle and was about to capture Ian was thinking.

He couldn't understand why there was a child wandering around here with a dead body. There are few caravans in Port Harrison recently, but there should be no shortage of food to the point of cannibalism like them, not to mention that the other party doesn't seem to want to The appearance of eating in the woods.

But who cares, the tribe urgently needs a child of this age as a sacrifice. He just wanted to tame a forest leopard.

And just when he was about to make a move, the short and not much taller than Ian's native hunter saw in astonishment that Ian seemed to have known where he was long ago, and directly threw a pitchfork. Come!

"Roar!"

With a roar, the hunter immediately exited the stealth state where strength and speed were suppressed by relying on the breathing changes when making the sound, and he raised his own strength to launch a surprise attack.

The natives of the redwood forest are generally undernourished and short in stature, but this also makes them light on their feet and easy to hide, making them the best hunters in the jungle.

The pitchfork of that Bai Zhimin boy is not as fast as his age level. It is enough to bully wild beasts, but it is not difficult to dodge. He has already clenched the short knife in his hand. The boy's side, cut off the tendons of his hands and feet, and brought them back to the tribe as a sacrifice.

But who would know, that swift stab was just a cover.

The hunter, who was about to get close, suddenly felt dazed before his eyes, and was covered in a handful of fragrant flour.

"Ah!"

Instant loss of vision, maybe a veteran combat expert can judge the situation calmly, but how can ordinary natives have such concentration? The hunter was in a hurry and lost his strength.

So the next moment, he felt a pain in his chest.

Still bleeding, he was deliberately sharpened, the sharp pitchfork pierced his body, and Ian's eyes were fierce, he continued to exert force, the strength and weight of his whole body pressed down, completely nailing the hunter to the ground On the ground, the fork is submerged in the soil.

"Ahem!!"

But the hunter is not dead yet. The severe pain and the fear of dying caused the adrenal hormones to be secreted rapidly. The hunter is still struggling. Down.

The blow came too fast. Ian had to maintain the pitchfork's pressure on the hunter before, so he couldn't let go and retreat for a while, but he tilted his body so that the knife could not be inserted into the neck. arm.

It is already impossible not to get hurt, in this case, it is better to minimize the damage!

And at this moment.

A hand stretched out and fell like lightning.

It is like steel pliers, its wide palm pinches the wrist of the aboriginal hunter holding the knife, and the huge force instantly makes the aborigine loosen the handle of the knife, allowing the obsidian knife to come out of his hand.

"Well done, boy."

Words of appreciation sounded, followed by the miserable howls of the indigenous hunters, and the sound of shattering bones.

Ian, who was still panting, raised his head. With confusion and a hint of surprise, he looked in the direction of the sudden voice, and at the owner of that hand.

At the first moment, the boy didn't see a dusty, slightly old man, nor did he notice the expression of appreciation or even surprise on his face.

He could only see a cloud of pure, bright, and even vaguely crystal clear mist.

The golden mist swirls and lingers, releasing the flavor called 'goodwill'.