The lights in the room suddenly flickered, as if something flashed past Uncle Ma's flashlight.

The kitchen knife in Uncle Ma's hand made a sharp sound in the air. He raised the knife and dropped it. The time around him seemed to freeze at that moment.

But Uncle Ma's kitchen knife stayed in mid-air, unable to move even one centimeter downward.

Di Xiusuo stood next to Uncle Ma and took Uncle Ma's arm holding the kitchen knife with one hand, thus averting the murder.

"Uncle Ma, please calm down. The matter is not as serious as you think." Di Xiusuo said calmly.

The group of people in the corner had already turned pale under the ensuing fear and looked like fools.

There was another noise outside the door, and the neighbors who got up in the middle of the night and rushed over to help saw a whole yard of wolves as soon as they entered the yard, and they were frightened out of their wits.

Yang Feng sat on the old wooden chair and looked at the dispute in front of him. But for some reason, the dizziness in front of his eyes became more and more serious. After entering the room for a while, the wounds on his feet had already appeared on his body.

There was a pool of bright red blood on his lower body, but they were all busy arguing and seemed to have forgotten him in this corner.

Yang Feng listened to their quarrels getting smaller and smaller, as did the discussions and footsteps of the group of people outside; at the same time, the field of vision in his eyes was gradually narrowing, and the big bright flashlight in Uncle Ma's hand was now in

His eyes became as small and dim as a star.

It felt like falling asleep gradually under the temptation of an irresistible force. This feeling was not only reflected in the senses, Yang Feng felt that his consciousness was gradually fading away.

"Excessive blood loss, cold, hypoglycemia, bacterial infection..."

A series of words appeared in the depths of Yang Feng's consciousness. These words were like an extremely strong wall that prevented Yang Feng's consciousness from falling into the deepest darkness. In other words, these words came from his mind.

The words that popped up for no reason were preventing him from actually fainting.

These words were like a transparent wall, blocking him from dizziness. At the same time, he also saw two faintly rising red dots from behind the transparent wall.

At the same time, he also heard a continuous and loud sound like thunder.

It's like the breathing of a god, with every breath spitting out thunder and fire, and like a giant pulling a mountain to walk.

In front of me, the pair of bright spots glowing with faint red light gradually became fiercer, like flames spreading wantonly in the wind.

Eventually, they turned into a pair of eyes, a pair of blood pupils capable of tearing apart all darkness and evil.

The pair of blood pupils flew towards him with a hoarse roar, blending into his eyes like an evil ghost leaning over; in an instant, the high-voltage electricity-like energy in Yang Feng's body once again filled his body,

It's like turning on the switch of a high-voltage power station.

When Yang Feng felt this way before, he would always be shaken by the high-voltage electricity, but this time, he held on. He curled up on the small old wooden chair without moving.

He moved, letting the torrent in his body rush through his fragile blood vessels. At first glance, it even felt a little painful.

But compared to the pain, it was the heartfelt pleasure.

The soul in his body longs for slaughter, but Yang Feng also knows that it is an existence that can distinguish between right and wrong, good and evil. It wants to use the cleanest and most efficient means to cut off the heads of those evil people, and then absorb their power to it.

He has almost zero energy to fight against the virus in his body.

It also survived from that old civilization, and it also contained the virus that destroyed the entire civilization. Like those remnants of the Gods, it needed a lot of energy to maintain its life...

This is why the God of Hunting has always asked him to hunt higher-level prey to improve his strength.

"Duke Yagrilev, Emperor of Assassins - Yagrilev, God of Hunting - Yagrilev..."

Yang Feng muttered the name in his mind. This awkward name that was spoken for the first time felt inexplicably familiar to him, just like pronouncing his own name. At the same time, this name was very popular in that era.

It is also a symbol, a symbol of strength, a symbol that makes evil people and ferocious beasts frightened...

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No one in the room saw Yang Feng in the corner. They were noisy more and more fiercely, and almost all of them had forgotten Yang Feng's existence.

No one saw anything strange about Yang Feng. Yang Feng's head was lowered at almost a negative angle, as if he had his face pressed against his chest.

Only a few red flames rose through the gaps between his face and clothes. This scene was only seen by a villager outside the door.

The villager was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was dazzled, and took a few steps towards Yang Feng.

The moment he stood in front of Yang Feng's house, Yang Feng raised his head, and his eyes, which were burning with red fire, looked straight into his.

The villagers were stunned and stood there stupidly.

For the first time, Yang Feng felt that he had gained control over that power. Under his control, his eyes dimmed instantly.

The villager stood stupidly at the door, rubbing his eyes in horror.

Yang Feng did not faint due to excessive blood loss. On the contrary, he felt that he had further awakened the soul of the Hunting God in his body, and also gained the right to use and control the power of the Hunting God.

Since his hunting level was promoted to "Wolf King" level, he can clearly feel the changes in his body, just like what the God of Hunting said to him, this improvement is not only about strength and speed.

With his improvement, he gained some wolf-like attributes, such as the "Wolf Vision, Strengthening and Exposing Weaknesses" that he saw that day.

After regaining consciousness, the pain in Yang Feng's feet returned faintly. He transported the high-voltage electricity-like energy in his body to his feet. In an instant, it was as if he had been given anesthesia. All the pain disappeared instantly and turned into

A numb feeling, just like the feeling when the wound on his arm healed automatically that day when he was promoted to the "bad wolf" level.

The wound on his foot was itchy and unbearable, but Yang Feng knew that he had to endure it no matter what, because as soon as he scratched it, the dried blood on his foot would fall off, and then people would see his terrifying self.

He has the ability to heal and treat him as an alien...

The villagers outside came in one after another to break up the fight and comment. Indeed, if Yang Feng really fainted due to excessive blood loss, his life might be in danger at any time. In that case, these visitors from other villages would really have to walk around without food.

, but now, the injury on Yang Feng's foot is healing like crazy and his consciousness has recovered. Is it really okay to blackmail them again?

"My uncles and grandfathers... we really want to build a drainage ditch for you. Otherwise, it snows heavily in the winter and our village will suffer as soon as the snow melts. I will charge him a thousand and a half, and I don't have the money yet."

When I came here, I gave them seventeen wolves for free. Even if one of these wolves is worth a hundred, it's still a thousand and seven..." The strong man who led the neighboring village was blocked in a corner by a group of villagers and begged.

"You damn thing are still awake! What we care about is not the money! It's the injury on Xiaofeng's foot! You injured people like this, and you still laid traps in the streets and alleys of our village. I don't know how many people will do it in the future.

What a disaster! You are seeking wealth and life!" Uncle Ma shouted hysterically, and there was a sound of bicycles outside the door.

A villager who had a bicycle at home was called by Uncle Ma. After seeing the injury on Yang Feng's foot, he immediately decided to take him to the hospital. During this period, Uncle Ma and Di Xiusuo kept asking them for money and compensation.

"That's it! I'll charge you a thousand to build the drainage channel from the sewer outlet to the entrance of our village! I'll find someone to repair it for you! We'll also provide the materials! Can you do it?" the strong man in the lead roared.

"We just don't want drainage ditches! We also want you to be responsible for what you did today! Now the car is here, let's go with us to the city to see the children's feet!" Uncle Ma shouted, pulling the strong man outside the house.

Their quarrel probably woke up the little wolf who was sleeping on Yang Feng's bed. As soon as the little wolf opened his eyes, he saw so many swearing burly men surrounding the bed, and he was so frightened that he ran to the corner of the bed.

But then, as if it smelled something special, it jumped out of bed, passed through the group of quarreling men, and ran towards Yang Feng.

It smelled Yang Feng's blood!

The moment this "abrupt" little dark blue pom-pom jumped into Yang Feng's arms, the atmosphere in the whole room froze.

The group of strong men from the next village were stunned.

"You, you, you are raising wolves?" the strong man in the lead said, his face turned pale again.

"Is this a wolf? Why is the coat color like this?" A man behind also saw the little wolf in Yang Feng's arms.

During this period of time, Yang Feng has been hiding the little wolf at home like a treasure so that no one can see it. He is worried that someone will covet the little wolf after seeing him, but he didn't expect that he is really afraid of what will happen.

"This is a dog!" Yang Feng argued loudly.

"Okay, Xiaofeng, don't tell them. Someone will put the child in the car. We have to go to the hospital quickly. There has been so much blood. How can you still have the mind to discuss whether it is a wolf or a dog? Do you have any humanity left?

?You are also a bunch of beasts?" Uncle Ma pointed at the group of people and cursed, and helped Yang Feng stand up.

It seems that Yang Feng has to continue acting out this scene. Although his feet are still aching slightly, after such a period of self-healing, he can clearly feel that the bleeding has stopped. If they

If he really had to take him to the city by bicycle, he might not be able to get to the hospital as his foot would have fully recovered.

"Wait a minute..." Yang Feng said, gently freeing himself from Uncle Ma's hand. He jumped back to the table with one leg and took out a small pile of red banknotes from the wooden box.

"This is one thousand. What you just said must count. It is your business whether to seriously repair the drainage ditch. Repairing it will be good for both villages. If I give you money, I will not have money to treat my feet. You send a few people and

I'll go to the hospital together, and I can give you some of the wolves outside." Yang Feng said calmly to the strong man in the lead.

The strong man sighed and took the money reluctantly, "Okay... I admit defeat..."

After saying that, he followed Yang Feng and Uncle Ma out of the house, but Yang Feng didn't see that from the moment Little Wolf appeared in everyone's eyes, there was a guy in the group who kept his eyes glued to Little Wolf.
Chapter completed!