Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 113 110. Suspected magical powers [31100]

"what?"

  In the tent, the cowboy who broke his hand did not expect that after suffering, he would encounter such a good thing.

  He took the Spirit Gathering Pill that Jiang Xia handed over, looked at Jiang Xia’s smile, and finally looked at the light-emitting ashes, before hesitating for long, he swallowed the Spirit Gathering Pill.

  This is a kindness from a witch hunter, a gift from a bloodliner.

  He is an ordinary person.

  I have no ability and dare not refuse this gift.

  As soon as the sleek pill was entered, a strong fragrance of medicine emanated, and a stream of heat poured into his body, causing him to groan.

  He didn't notice the inquiry in Jiang Xia's eyes at this time.

  This kind of pill, in theory, mortals can also eat it.

  But only those who are gifted in cultivation can, with the blessing of the medicine, rely on the natural spiritual root to absorb a trace of the aura that erupts in the body and temper the mortal marrow.

  If you don’t have the talent, after eating it, not only will it not be beneficial, but will be rushed into the internal organs by the aura forced by the body, causing illness, or diarrhea.

  If the body is already weak, the end will be even worse.

  Intestinal puncture, stomach puncture, corpse on the spot is possible.

  Fun monks like Matti Shu and Wang Liufu are capable of judging whether a person has a talent for spiritual practice, but Jiang Xia can’t.

  He can only try this stupid way.

  Waiting for a minute, I saw that the cowboy in front of me was full of pain, his face turned red, as if a fire was burning in his stomach, and there was a sound of indecent gas escaping in the tent.

   Jiang Xia knew immediately.

  This product in front of me does not belong to the kind of person who has the talent for spiritual practice.

  But it is a very qualified test product.

"What's your name?"

  Jiang Xia lifted the ashes bag in his hand and asked, the cowboy endured the physical discomfort. He looked at Jiang Xia who stood up, and said humbly:

  "Your lord, my name is Huck, Huck J. Johnson."

"boom"

  The bag filled with ashes was thrown in front of the cowboy Huck’s eyes. Jiang Xia crouched on her hips and said to him:

   "Very good, Huck. Burn it, be bold, and tonight, you will become a true bloodblood, a witch hunter."

   "Me, can I really?"

  Huck looked at the gleaming ashes in front of him. He felt a touch of surprise as well as a kind of panic. He stammered up and asked.

   Jiang Xia smiled encouragingly and said:

   "Of course, you can, be confident, come with me, Huck the Witch Hunter, and accept your moment of destiny."

  He said such encouraging and confusing words.

   Reached out to open the tent and walked to the campfire.

  Huck, who had broken his shoulder bone, could no longer feel the pain in his shoulder with the help of the healing liquid, so he hung his arms, clinging to the ashes pocket, and followed the Eastern Witch Hunter Lao Jiang.

  There was a wind blowing in the forest. As the wind fell, Liu Hui, wearing a hood, also walked out of the darkness. The wolf demon was carrying four small bags.

   did not speak, and threw the bag at Jiang Xia's feet.

Inside    are four groups of brighter ashes.

   "I went around in the forest and killed four monsters I found."

  The wolf demon said in a relaxed tone:

  "It's easy to deal with, the most powerful of them is only the level of the demon soldier.

  But you are right, boss, these monsters with weird abilities, although there is no monster, they have alienated spiritual power.

   seems to be the same spiritual power that has been contaminated.

  After they are killed, those spiritual powers will be purified.

  The remaining ashes contained the purified aura, but there was still a trace of pollution. Mortals would not end well if they touched it rashly. "

   "Hmm, this is great."

  Jiang Xia looked at the four piles of ashes under her feet, turned her head and hooked her finger at Huck, and said:

   "Come on, Huck, don't use that weak ashes, come and pick one, my companion in the witch hunt, brings you a better choice."

   Huck rubbed his belly and breathed continuously, feeling a little at a loss for a while.

  He glanced at the ashes in his hand, and then at the four piles of ashes at Jiang Xia's feet. A few hours ago, he and his brothers were still desperate for the bounty that a pile of ashes could exchange for.

  The ashes of the weakest fifth-class monster can also be used in the resident of the Vaslow Witch Hunting Club in exchange for a bounty worth enough for the four families to spend several months.

  But now, the Eastern Witch Hunter and his companions who claim to have amnesia have got four better ashes in such a short period of time.

  Huck once was in the witch hunter’s resident, and saw an old hunter submitting ashes. It was a third-class monster that was killed.

  The light of the ashes was as bright as the light of the ashes at Jiang Xia's feet.

  In other words, that hooded companion of Jiang Xia, in this short period of time, killed a third-class monster, and a third-class monster unscathed?

  This kind of strength.

Grandmaster!

   must be a master witch hunter!

   With awe, he took a few steps forward, took the brightest pile of ashes from Jiang Xia's feet, and was about to thank him, but when he looked up, he saw Liu Hui's face under the hood.

  Black-gray mane, long wolf beak, sharp teeth sticking out of the lips, right eye with a weird blindfold, and bright, chilling beast pupils in the left eye.

"what!"

  Huck was taken aback, the cowboy yelled:

   "Monster, this is a monster!"

"Snapped"

  His yelling aroused Liu Hui’s dissatisfaction. The wolf demon slapped him on the ground with a paw, and said maliciously:

"I'm not!"

   "It really isn't, it's my companion, a. Uh, good werewolf, what? Haven't you Westerners seen a werewolf?"

   Jiang Xia said casually:

   "There are so many things in our east, don't make a fuss, go and light the ashes!"

  Huck is obviously full of fear.

  He knows that monsters, whether they are beasts or humans, will undergo physical changes after being infested by the red moon, and there is indeed news.

  In the northern part of Fuxi County, a group of alienated werewolves and monsters occupy an abandoned castle.

  But he has never seen it with his own eyes.

  There is a high-risk zone, not where ordinary people like him should go.

   However, looking at the werewolf witch hunter in front of me, not only can he speak, but he is so familiar with the witch hunters from the east. Although he looks alike, maybe he is not?

  With this doubt, Huck took a deep breath while the others were watching, lifted the ashes in his hand, and sprinkled it on the bonfire in front of him.

   "Wow!"

  The moment the bright ashes touched the bonfire, they began to burn again.

  It exudes gathering and dispersing aura, shrouded in a campfire, as if covering the flame with a layer of warm light, but the color has turned into an unknown dark red.

  How weird it is.

  Liu Hui held her claws with interest and looked at the ceremony in this different world, and Su quietly turned on the camera of the body to record this exotic scene.

   When the time comes, take it back and raise the eyes of his brothers.

   Han Han was not interested in all of this, he lowered his head and ate the browned buns baked in his hand and the fragrant dried meat sandwiched in it.

   "Touch it!"

  Jiang Xia saw Huck standing by the bonfire, a little confused, and suddenly said with dissatisfaction:

   "What you crave is right in front of your eyes, but you don't have the courage to hold it. Maybe my evaluation of you is wrong, Huck, you are not the fresh blood that the witch hunter group needs.

  But your brother is buried here because of your incompetence, and their undissipated soul is still watching you. Will you let them down a second time? "

"I"

  Huck, the cowboy, was a little excited by Jiang Xia's words, and thought of the things that happened to him, and he joined the witch hunting business by relying on ordinary people.

  In addition to the worship of witch hunters, it is more for the family to have a good life.

  Now that Matt and Bob are dead, the livelihoods of their family will fall on themselves. If you don’t want to see your friend’s family being displaced, and you don’t want to see your friend’s wife abandon dignity for the sake of life.

  He must make a choice.

  He must choose to have a man's responsibilities. Relying on the status of ordinary people, they cannot be sheltered.

  Thinking of this, Huck gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and breathed heavily, then stretched out his one arm and grabbed it into the burning red flame in front of him.

"what!"

   A scream of scream sounded by the bonfire at this moment, the shocked Niu Hanhan shook his hands and almost dropped the food on the ground. He looked back and saw Huck curled up on the ground.

  The dark red light stream wrapped on the flame is following his hand and pouring into his body, like a layer of gauze.

  He was shaking.

  Even if he is mentally prepared, this kind of pain will crush him in an instant.

   "The flame is only the carrier."

  Beside Jiang Xia, Liu Hui whispered:

  "Carrying the outflow of spiritual power, shaping them into flames, but in essence it is still spiritual, and he touches it to induce it, just like the process of washing your marrow by me.

  The alienated spiritual power is also rapidly strengthening his body. Huh? wrong! "

  The wolf demon's voice became serious. It stared at the trembling Huck, and its right eye seemed to see through the flesh of the man. It said:

   "That spiritual power is transforming his body!

  The position of the organs is moving, much like the process of monsters transforming. His body is being shaped into another form. Hearing his howl, he can't hold it anymore! "

   "Otherwise, what do you think I have spent so much time doing?"

   Jiang Xia stepped forward, reached out and pressed the trembling cowboy, and put a piece of wood into his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue in pain.

   "Su, give him a tranquilizer!"

  Lao Jiang yelled, and Su immediately stepped forward and injected a dose of anesthetic into the cowboy.

  The high-potency anesthetic from the wasteland caused Huck to pass out in severe pain, but his body was still shaking.

   Jiang Xia maintained the posture of pressing, and was forced to use up strength before suppressing Huck.

   told Liu Hui what he had just heard from Huck about the ashes and the bloodliner. The wolf demon shook his big tail and listened to the story.

it says:

   "It's not right, it's just the spiritual power of pollution, how can it be possible to do such a thing? Can it also transfer the power of monsters? It sounds unreliable."

  "But it is real, and it may be the ‘special product’ of this world."

   Jiang Xia closed his eyes and said:

  "Let’s take a look at the results first. If this process can really take effect on ordinary people, then we can make a lot of money this trip."

   "His body transformation is about to stop."

  The wolf demon squatted down, opened the cowboy’s eyelids with his paws, looked at the godless light in his eyes, curled his lips, and said:

  "Thank you for giving him an anesthetic, otherwise he would definitely be driven crazy by the pain in this person's situation. He could not have survived."

   "But he met us, so he was lucky."

   Jiang Xia smiled, moved the left arm that pressed the cowboy away, stood up, and took a step back.

  The dark red, flame-like weird energy, this will still be wrapped around the cowboy, but as time goes by, it will dissipate as if it has been extinguished.

  The cowboy in a coma, seems to have just walked out of the fire.

  He is full of white gas, and even in a deep coma, his breathing becomes low, like a nightmare, and his body is convulsing.

   Jiang Xia noticed that his previously crushed shoulder would be repaired by this weird process.

   "I made it!"

  Almost an hour later, after three slaps on Lao Jiang’s lower body, the drowsy cowboy opened his eyes like a dream.

  With a weak tone, he put his hands emitting high-temperature smoke in front of him, and said like a dream:

  "I had a horrible dream, and I felt it. When I couldn't hold it, it was the magical potion the master injected me to help me fall asleep, numb the painful pain, and helped me get it through.

I.

  I am a bloodliner. "

   "What is your bloodline?"

   Jiang Xia said warmly:

   "Have fun, let me see."

   "Oh, wait a minute, Master, let me get acquainted with it first, I can feel it, it's in my body."

  Haklisaw got up, wiped the sweat from his face, moved his slimy body uncomfortably, turned his head and closed his eyes.

   seems to be feeling the new abilities in the body.

  It took him a while to feel that feeling.

  In the gaze of Jiang Xia and the others, as Huck raised his hands, a layer of black and fine scales grew on his skin, as if extending from the subcutaneous tissue.

  A few seconds later, the cowboy turned into a monster covered in scales, but still maintained a human form.

"This is."

  The cowboy urn said angrily:

   "From the power of the monster iron rat, I feel that I can now kill a bull with one punch."

  "唰"

   Jiang Xia drew out the revolver.

  Before Huck finished speaking, he raised his hand to aim and pulled the trigger.

With a bang, a large-caliber bullet hit Huck’s forehead, hit the scales, and sent a spark, leaving a scratch. The shot slammed Huck’s head back and raised it two steps back. Also shocked.

  He even forgot to scream, he could only look stupidly at the muzzle that was still glowing with blue smoke.

  But then, he understood.

  Master is not to kill him, but to test his abilities!

"nice."

  Jiang Xia nodded in satisfaction. He looked at the four bags of ashes under his feet and became delighted. The expedition went smoothly.

   only came here for a few hours, and he had found what he needed desperately.

"what happened?"

  Jiang Xia picked up the ashes, looked back and saw Liu Huizheng staring at the ecstatic Huck with a strange look, he asked:

"Any questions?"

  "Problems. Yes."

  The wolf demon took the ashes from Jiang Xia's hand in a complicated tone. It looked at the scales on Huck's body, and said with some uncertainty:

  "Boss, do you remember the magical powers of monsters and spirits that I told you a few days ago? I think the scales on his body are very similar."

  (End of this chapter)