His figure staggered slightly, and if you listened carefully you could hear a subtle but heavy breathing.
He had obviously fallen into a trap and was suppressing the pain.
Judging from the way he moved, his left foot or leg must have been pierced?
Maybe he was cursing in his heart, wondering how someone could set a trap where they lived.
"Haha, I really want to laugh."
Fang Ling felt happy, but quickly calmed down.
You can laugh, but for now it's just thought.
It's just that I fell into a trap and my actions have slowed down. It's not yet completely safe.
At least we have to wait until both of his legs are trapped.
Seeing that he was lucky enough to avoid several traps in the bushes, Fang Ling was so anxious that he kept cursing in secret:
"Step on it now!"
I don't know if it was luck or strength, but the black shadow walked in the dark, dragging an injured leg, and gradually approached with caution, but still didn't hit the target.
There is no way around it. We have to leave enough space to set the trap.
But that doesn't work.
The sound of his landing was heavy and his voice was thick and a little vicissitudes of life, definitely that of an adult man.
Even if his foot was injured, it would be difficult for Fang Ling to win a head-on fight relying on his small body.
We can't let this guy get close to us. We must take the initiative to attack him while he is still surrounded by the trap.
How to attack?
Lure him into a trap!
Use your strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses.
We must listen to the wise words of our ancestors.
The trap array on the ground is Fang Ling's strength.
The black shadow who was trapped but still kept moving was like a frightened bird. He had to push aside the grass and move forward slowly in the trap array. This was his weakness!
"kill!"
Fang Ling shouted angrily, and the sound suddenly exploded in the quiet night, and a broken tile was thrown out by him.
This action is not intended to hurt anyone, but to alert the enemy.
The black shadow was frightened by the fierce shouts and screams in the room, and was immediately shocked with fear.
He didn't dare to be hit by this unknown attack, so he turned to the left to avoid it.
Then he successfully fell into the trap.
The sharp wooden spear pierced through the black shadow's tattered cloth shoes and pierced his other foot.
The black shadow's legs went limp and he fell down instantly.
His hand subconsciously leaned against the tree trunk beside him.
As it happened, there were also bow and arrow traps on the trees that utilized the elasticity of the branches, using wooden arrows with carbonized tips.
He got the second one!
The wooden arrow was pulled by the elastic force of the tree trunk and shot out a powerful arrow, which hit him directly in the back and penetrated halfway into his lungs.
The intense pain made the black shadow unable to bear it any longer and he fell to his knees.
It let out a miserable scream, like a pig being slaughtered.
"ah--!"
"die!"
With a cold snort, he jumped out from the windowsill.
With the help of his weight, a flash of light appeared in Fang Ling's hand, and a sharp sickle appeared instantly, pointing at the black shadow's neck.
Just as it was about to be wiped away, the black shadow endured the pain and immediately raised his hand.
"clang!"
An exquisite dagger and sickle collided, making a crisp metal collision sound.
"Little cripple, you're dead!"
The black shadow snorted coldly. Because he was enduring the pain, the tone was sharp and piercing, but it still sounded somewhat familiar.
"Hey, can this be blocked?"
Startled, Fang Ling didn't bother to identify who this person was, and immediately reached for the pocket on his waist with his left hand.
He grabbed a handful of white ash and immediately threw it towards the black shadow's eyes.
The darkness provided the greatest cover, and the shadow was caught off guard.
He never thought that someone could be so insidious.
There were traps everywhere on the ground and trees, and fighting required sneak attacks and underhand tactics. "Ah! Quicklime! Your mother..."
Fang Ling made quicklime by adding fire and limestone. It was a good thing to use to harm people!
The burning sensation in his eyes instantly made the black shadow close his eyes involuntarily. Hot tears rolled down his cheeks, and he subconsciously wanted to rub his eyes with his hands.
Fang Ling didn't dare to be distracted for a moment. He seized the opportunity and swung the sickle in his hand swiftly.
Even though it was just a farm sickle used for cutting grass, it cut off the front half of his neck the moment it passed by.
The trachea was cut off, and two superficial but very important blood vessels on both sides of the neck were cut off. Blood gushed out and sprayed Fang Ling in the face.
Blood gushed on his face. Fearing that he would be killed by the dying creature's counterattack, Fang Ling did not dare to stay any longer and retreated immediately.
He retreated into the room, with only a pair of eyes showing in the corner.
On the other side, the black shadow was already dying.
The loss of blood supply to his brain almost made him lose his ability to think.
The blood rushed into his throat, making him make a "huh, huh" sound.
Relying on the remaining impression, the black shadow could only wave the dagger randomly before dying.
Then choose a direction and throw it out suddenly, hoping to cause some damage to the opponent Ling.
Not only was the arrow off target, but Fang Ling was hiding indoors, pressed against the wall, so of course it missed.
The dagger fell to the ground with only a light crisp sound.
Fang Ling paid attention to the direction where the sound came from, but hadn't taken any action yet.
Something unexpected happened to him—the gray progress bar in his eyes suddenly increased a little and moved forward directly by one percent.
His pupils suddenly shook violently.
Found a way to increase points!
It is very vicious. In Douluo Continent, it is closer to a fallen soul master, or the way of advancement of an evil soul master.
Killing people will earn extra points!
Of course, as a visitor from another world, Fang Ling, who has a flexible moral bottom line, does not mind this quick way to improve his cultivation.
He is a lonely man, just a little beggar whose martial soul is an ordinary sickle and has no relatives.
As long as I can upgrade, Bloody Killing of Ten Directions is acceptable.
There won't be any side effects if you add points to the panel.
But this amount is too little. An ordinary adult male without soul power only grows 1%. What does this mean?
He has to kill 100 people to add one point, one level!
Kill 1,000 people to reach level 10!
After Fang Ling made a simple calculation, he could not help but stand there in a daze.
Honestly, this is hard to judge.
Soul masters can usually provide higher progress, so it is not impossible for each person to add a little progress bar.
But Fang Ling definitely cannot beat any soul master now, even an auxiliary soul master, so let's not consider it for now.
Killing ordinary people is unrealistic.
Angels are respected, and the Spirit Hall suppresses the world. If they kill too much, they will definitely be wiped out.
And this is also contrary to his original intention.
They didn't offend you, but you killed them for no reason. What does that mean?
You bear the hatred of others, change your good heart, and ultimately ignore life, making the whole world your enemy.
No matter from which perspective, this kind of unscrupulous killing will ultimately only destroy oneself.
There are better ways to choose.
Fang Ling instantly thought of two places: the Great Fighting Spirit Arena where life-and-death battles could take place and the City of Slaughter.
Especially the Slaughter City, this place where people can kill at will is simply a holy place for upgrading!
There are all middle and high-level spirit masters in it, even Titled Douluo.
It is simply unimaginable how many points one can get by killing a Titled Douluo.
Of course, this requires him to improve his combat power and have enough hard power to pass the test, otherwise he will just be a piece of cake.
The soul power of a Titled Douluo alone could kill him now.
Moreover, it is easy to enter the City of Slaughter, but it is not so easy to leave.
If Tang San didn't have Tang Hao behind him, and Hu Liena didn't have Bibi Dong behind her, let alone a hundred games, in seventy or eighty games, no, in sixty or seventy games, they would have been killed by the big bat.
So Fang Ling must gain the support of one of them.
Because of the broken leg, he will definitely go and take the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone, which will make him an enemy of the rat. This path is not feasible.
Then you can only follow Bibi Dong's route.
This female Pope may look good, but she is actually mad inside. It is better to have less contact with her.
We need to think it over carefully.
(End of this chapter)