Elf Dark Insect Master

Wutong closed the door, locked it, closed the window, and then walked around the simple stone room.

The size is very suitable for a bachelor from a poor family, and it is only one-third the size of an elementary school classroom in another world he knows. It has a bed, a table, a few stools, and a small desk plus a similarly designed Making a small wardrobe is almost all the wooden furniture in this room.

"Most orphans in any world have a hard time in the early stages. They have no parents or mothers."

Wutong sighed, not surprised that he didn't find the kitchen or the bathroom. He was disappointed and picked up his bag.

Now this Arbor snake...

He touched his face with his hand, and immediately the swollen, poisonous fat face fell off and slowly turned into an ever-changing monster.

Wutong sat on the bed, caressing the soft body of the Variety Monster, and stared at the little purple snake elf. It was impossible to cook it and eat it. As long as there was still a mouthful of fruit to eat, he would not harm the elf uncontrollably. After all, elves are completely different from beasts. Some of them can already be called intelligent beings, while the rest have the potential to become intelligent beings.

"If I can go back, I must find a superpower master to learn from me if I have the chance. If I can use my mental power to hypnotize and spy on other people's memory abilities, I won't have to go to such trouble."

Wutong found some unknown meat in the house, threw the Arbor snake into a small iron cage, and then fed the meat to it, watching the weak snake still open its mouth tenaciously. Jie swallowed the meat into his stomach, thinking about how he would not be exposed in his current role.

Under the premise of not being exposed as much as possible, how to start asking for information in this small town? It is best to find a real identity instead of relying on the identity of this young man to continue.

"What we need to pay attention to are interpersonal relationships and daily behavioral habits. We must ensure that we are not overly suspicious."

Wutong estimated that this Arbor snake was quite useful, and it was a good excuse for being poisoned...

"correct!"

His eyes suddenly lit up and he thought of a way.

"I'm such a fucking genius!"

Wutong felt that this idea was too good to be true, so he immediately started to arrange it. He thought that since he had been ruined by that boy into the ghostly body he was in now, he might as well make use of it.

Not long after, the neighbors noticed something unusual here and started shouting.

"Not good!"

"Abel's house is on fire!"

"Come on, come on! Put out the fire!"

"Go ahead and save people!"

The fire started quickly and quickly. Wutong had already set up a pose in the room. He reached out to touch the oil lamp on the bed as if for a photo. Then he knocked over the oil lamp because of the snake venom, and the room burned down.

His only worry was that he had to keep reminding himself not to overact, otherwise it would not be wonderful at all if he was seriously injured or burned to death.

In this way, he, an outsider, can blend in here the fastest. Even though he was so cruel to himself, Wutong took several deep breaths before lighting the fire before suddenly taking action.

Maybe there are other ways, such as explaining it clearly to the guards or local managers, or even better, catching a kind-looking aunt and uncle outside the city, and using various means to let them turn themselves into people who come to seek refuge. A distant nephew is actually a choice.

But Wutong knew that no matter how many other options there were, he would not choose them.

His character determines that in the end he will only choose the current method, which is the least risky one for him.

The possibility of being burned to death in the house is actually very small now. After all, Wutong is a trainer, and the fact that he was poisoned by snake venom does not mean that he cannot run out of the house.

He opened the crack in the door and observed. Seven or eight seconds after the fire burned the door and windows, an enthusiastic uncle rushed into the room. He knew it was time.

"Hold on!"

Wutong gritted his teeth, decisively lit his clothes on fire, then tightened the door bolt slightly, crawled towards the door, and began to retreat on the ground.

boom!

The sound of banging on the door sounded several times in succession, and then paused for about two seconds. Wutong heard the cry of an elf.

Then there was a loud bang, and the entire door was violently broken open. A figure of a mountain king appeared at the door, as well as a middle-aged uncle behind it.

"Don't worry, I'm here to save you!"

The middle-aged uncle was startled when he saw the young boy who was on fire. He didn't even dare to touch him, but he still turned his head and shouted towards his own mountain, "hurry up and throw sand to save him!"

King Chuanshan blinked and took a second to figure out what it meant. He started to do it very quickly. His hands with wonderful arcs for digging continued to dig up dirt and gravel on the ground at the most energy-saving speed. All of a sudden, the intensity and angle of the crash were controlled, and most of the soil, sand and gravel were splashed onto Wutong.

Wutong quickly held his breath and closed his eyes, feeling the pain from being hit by the dirt and gravel on his body. He thought that things were going well. The fire did not burn his body for more than seven seconds. At this time, there was still a strong residual burning pain. However, most of the flames were extinguished by dirt and gravel.

Wutong, who was seriously injured, was carried out of the house by the middle-aged uncle. Some of the others stood far away, watching the excitement and pointing, while the kind and enthusiastic people released their elves and started to help put out the fire in the house.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine!"

The middle-aged uncle comforted the boy who was scorched black by the fireworks while running towards the pharmacist's house in the town.

……

An hour later, Wutong was lying on the hospital bed with bandages all over his body, and only a pair of eyes were exposed on his face.

The pharmacist and several people who had a good relationship with Abel were all relieved after hearing the news that the hunter boy survived after the emergency treatment.

And they heard the pharmacist say that young Abel's face had been burned, and there were many burns on his body. There were even some deeper problems because snake venom was still present on his body at that time.

Especially the person who is Abel's master is the middle-aged uncle who rescued the hunter boy. He feels sorry for this and is worried that this injury will affect Abel's ability as a hunter. This is what he cares about. the key of.

However, at this time, the girl next to him could not be said to be very beautiful, but could only be described as having good facial features and being slightly delicate. At this time, her face showed complex emotions that could not be concealed.

"Monell... don't be sad. In that situation, Abel was lucky to survive." The middle-aged hunter Dongfang sighed and comforted the poor girl. He used to teach Abel the hunter During the skills training, this girl would bring food to the boy from time to time. Of course he could see that she had a good impression of Abel.

Wutong was listening to the conversation of these people in the room at this time. He was very conscious. He had just been burned by the fire not long ago, and his body was so painful that he couldn't sleep even if he wanted to.