Chapter 27 Arbitrator

  They seem to understand my disdainful tone even if they don't comprehend the specifics of what I'm saying.

  The wolf pack was boiling, and before the lead wolf could even give a signal, several of them charged at my feet. It seemed they still remembered the technique I used to target their vulnerable necks with my skinning knife.

  But now, I no longer use a pocket knife to peel them.

  I stretched out my palms to meet the sharp wolf's fangs head-on.

  Hooray!

  The palm of the hand was bitten and bloodied, of course, I didn't let this spiritual wolf off easy either, pinching its neck and slamming it into other spiritual wolves.

  At the same time, I turned my hand over and grasped the Dark Dragon in my palm. Without thinking, I stabbed the sword forward.

  Whoosh! A light sound, the wolf was stabbed by me and fell to the ground with a thud, blood flowing all over the place. It stumbled a few steps before collapsing onto the bloody floor.

  When this sword is drawn, the spiritual power that gushes out from the heart of freedom has not yet flowed into the Palm Heart Diagram, and it relies entirely on physical attacks.

  But the effect is already much better than a razor blade.

  Bloodthirsty together, the wolf pack went wild. Under the leadership of the head wolf, they charged towards me in a very orderly manner.

  Under such circumstances, I retreated to a cliff while fighting, with fewer attacks from behind, and I was able to cope more easily.

  Human nature is driven by profit and pursued by gain.

  The wolf nature is also like this.

  When they attacked me again and again without success, but succeeded every time when biting my hands, after multiple times, their attacking direction changed from legs to palms.

  So I say, Ling Lang is indeed very wise, but only among beasts.

  They only know that biting my hand has a high success rate, and under the circumstances where I deliberately let them win, the wolf that bites my palm won't be attacked. But they never thought about why my palms were bitten so many times but still nothing happened, even if it was made of fine steel, there should be some damage left.

  The wolves were ferocious and violent, with a strong smell of blood spreading intensely within the ravine, but their attacks never stopped.

  Only a white light flashed by, and several spirit wolves took the lead, being pierced through by one sword.

  However, they are brave warriors, they are a team of troops, and they have excellent qualities that are uncompromising and undaunted.

  To be honest, I still appreciate the wolf-like nature.

  As I watched, the spiritual wolves came rushing one by one, and I slaughtered them one by one. It was a veritable massacre. The more I killed, the more they gathered, and as I continued to kill, my heart couldn't help but feel a little dull and tasteless in the end.

  The wolves were closing in on me from all sides, and I had no choice but to swing my arms and push them away. "Scram! Get back!"

  The Ling Wolf was completely unmoved, and with a "regard death as homecoming" attitude, it continued to charge at me. Within two hours, I had slaughtered hundreds of Ling Wolves, constantly yelling at them to get back, my throat was hoarse from shouting, while the wolf corpses that I had pushed flying with my palm gradually piled up around me, slowly growing higher and higher.

  I mechanically swung my sword until the end, but somehow I felt a sense of melancholy in my heart.

  The strong prey on the weak, this is a truth of the world, but truth does not necessarily represent what is right.

  The sky finally darkened, and only a dozen or so spirit wolves were left, still wandering around. I looked up at the sky, suddenly putting the Dark Dragon into my waist, after a long time, the spirit wolves finally let out a mournful howl and dispersed in all directions.

  At this time, a shout came from afar in Kano. They saw that I hadn't returned for the whole night and the big fire had gone out, so they climbed down the precipice again to look for me.

  As soon as they heard the movement, they rushed over and looked around the field. I was the only one standing alone in the empty space, surrounded by a blur of blood and flesh, with miserable scenes everywhere.

  "Brother Cheng, is this all your doing?" Canori and others couldn't help but be moved to tears, exclaiming in shock.

  As I take a closer look, my hands are empty, and my face is filled with an expression that seems both sad and joyful. A pair of cold eyes seem to see through everything in the world, but in their depths, there is a glimmer of light that cannot be hidden, yet it also seems to be shrouded in an unbearable melancholy.

  "Sheng Ge?" Kanoli softly called out.

  I nodded silently.

  At this time, the strange voice of Ling Huang Yu Yin's side came into my ears again, "Little boy, you have already mastered the basic soul tool power of Dark Dragon. From now on, you must diligently practice your own soul tool and master it to bring out more effects. I have other important things to do for a while, so I won't bother you for now. Remember, you are born as a person of Shi Hun Men, dead... Hahaha, dead, you will be the cultivation fertilizer of my Shi Hun Men..."

  His voice faded away in his laughter, disappearing without a sound.

  I took a glance at Kanori and others, then waved my hand: "Go gather your things, we're heading back to the village."

  It was almost dawn when we returned to the village of Montre, and the whole village was stirred up by us. After seeing the success of this action, more than 200 villagers led by the village head surrounded the dozen or so cattle carts behind us, excitedly waving their hands and feet in celebration.

  No wonder they were so out of sorts, with over a dozen ox carts loaded with at least three to four thousand field mice and several hundred spirit wolves. Although two people had died, compared to the failure of Gute's last trip to Tangjia Village to plunder field mice, this time it could be described as a miracle.

  "What's all the commotion about!" In the dimly lit sky, a small cottage door suddenly opened not far away. Kens, a patrol team with an unpleasant face, walked out from inside, his sharp eyes scanning over the villagers gathered together.

  A gloomy atmosphere suddenly enveloped everything.

  The villagers, who were previously excited, were scanned by Kens' gaze, and one by one, they seemed to be choked like a rooster, made a few awkward noises, and then all of them shut their mouths as if frozen.

  The scene fell silent for a moment, and finally the village chief took a few steps forward, bowing his waist from afar to apologize sincerely to Kens: "Sorry, Captain, we won't make any more noise. Please rest well, and we'll send someone to tell you when breakfast is ready."

  He responded with a non-committal "en", his eyes scanning me before narrowing slightly, as if a hint of doubt had flashed across them.

  My heart sank: it's been three days and these patrol troops are still here! Have they recognized me?

  Fortunately, Kens' gaze only stayed on me for a moment before he withdrew it. Seeing him walk into the hut and close the door tightly, my mood didn't relax at all, I knew that he must have been suspicious.

  "Alright, everyone keep your voices down." The village chief cleared his throat, his white beard twitching as he tried to speak in a hushed tone: "You all scatter now, leave some people to prepare breakfast. Canoli, you guys work a bit harder and transport the mouse meat to the warehouse for storage. Be sure to be quiet."

  Without him reminding them, everyone was like a rooster with its throat tightened, each one nodding their head, bowing their back and waist, suppressing the excitement in their hearts, but on their faces they couldn't help but reveal bright smiles, carefully and cautiously going about their own business.

  The villagers on the scene dispersed quietly, and the village chief squeezed a smile onto his face and approached me, saying: "Mr. Fang Cheng, thanks to you this time, you must be very tired, go rest for a while, I'll have someone send breakfast over to you later."

  I nodded and glanced around, seeing that no one was paying attention here, and asked the village chief in a low voice: "Are all three patrol officers present? Have they never left?"

  The village chief was stunned for a moment, not understanding why I suddenly mentioned the patrol team, but he still nodded honestly: "Yes, they have been staying in the village for three days, helping to treat the wounded villagers."

  "Helping the injured villagers heal?" I couldn't help but feel surprised, always thinking that the high and mighty Soul Master would help them heal?

  The old village chief said with a hint of pride: "It was I who asked them for help. Originally, there wasn't much hope, but unexpectedly they agreed after inquiring about the reason for the injury."

  "Was I mentioned?"

  "Uh-huh, I've told them all about your legendary and invincible feats. They'll definitely look at you in a different light."

  "Got it."

  It goes without saying that they came for me. After some deliberation, I was about to leave when the village chief approached me with a mysterious tone: "Mr. Fang Cheng, the young master has already returned and is waiting for you at the village office."

  Gutter is back? Looking at the village chief's triumphant expression, the task entrusted to Gutter must have been accomplished.

  ……

  The sky before dawn seems to be the darkest, a deep and mysterious blue sky shrouds the entire village, the small houses scattered in the night emit a peaceful orange glow. And the village public house where I live is undoubtedly the brightest one.

  As soon as he stepped into the room, he saw Gute's muscular and robust figure. In three days, his injuries had healed a lot, except for the gauze wrapped around his shoulder, it was almost impossible to tell that he had been injured.

  "Ah, adult." As soon as he saw me, Guter's eyes lit up and he hurried over from the center of the living room, looking like he wanted to greet me.

  "Don't be in a hurry, sit down and talk." I waved my hand at him and walked over to the living room chair to sit down. After killing so many spirit wolves, it's impossible not to feel tired, now I just want to get things done as soon as possible and take a rest.

  "Sir, have a drink of water." Gutte first helped me pour a cup of warm tea, then sat down opposite me, his face still with an uncontrollable smile.

  "That day, after you and Kano led the cavalry out, I found those herbs as you instructed, sneaked into the warehouse in Tangjia Village, and tampered with the Ling mouse meat. The result was just as you said, these two days the people of Tangjia Village have been in an uproar, thinking that the Ling mouse meat has gone bad! Haha!" Gute said, unable to hold back his triumphant laughter: "Sir, I really admire you, it's great that I got to vent my anger! How did you come up with this idea?"

  I gave a faint smile, took a sip of tea, and had an unruffled demeanor. "Nothing much, just think more, and it'll come to you naturally."

  Actually, the plan I gave to Gutte was not complicated. After the people of Tangjia Village defeated Montel Village, they would inevitably be lax in guarding the mouse meat in the warehouse. So I had him pick some herbs that could emit a foul odor and secretly apply them to their mouse meat when the people of Tangjia Village were not prepared.

  In fact, the real effect of this batch of herbs is anti-corrosion.

  It's a matter of taking advantage of the other party's thinking, everyone knows that dead field mice are easy to stink. Even if they knew it was tampered with, they would definitely think someone wanted to intentionally spoil this batch of field mice, who would have thought it was actually helping to prevent corruption?

  It's easy to say, but I didn't explain it in detail to Gute, and he couldn't turn around. Especially now that I have a calm face, it makes him feel even more unfathomable, and his admiration for me has risen sharply.

  "Just you wait and see, it won't take two days for the people of Tangjia Village to come begging us on their own initiative." I said with a smile.