last hunter

Chapter 3, Old Qin

windy city

The reason why Fengcheng is called Fengcheng is that from the beginning of autumn, everywhere is like a broken pocket, wheezing and wheezing non-stop.

There is a large electronic city in the south of the city, which is full of small shops selling pirated software and second-hand computers.

A small shop with "professional film" on the glass is unremarkable inside.The boss is a middle-aged man with natural curly hair and stubble on his face that was not shaved in the morning. He is wearing a down jacket with gray cuffs and is concentrating on putting a film on a new mobile phone.

"Boss, have you posted it yet? I'm still in a hurry to go on a date." A greasy young man on the opposite side stomped his feet anxiously. Today is Halloween. He asked his sister to go to Happy Valley, and was frightened to play.

"Crack." The boss slapped the phone on the table angrily.The oily head shivered in distress, "Take it easy, the newly bought apple."

"Tell me, ask someone else to post it. This is a special tempered film. If you fall from the 12th floor, your phone won't break!"

The oily head looked embarrassed, thinking, why did I fall from the 12th floor when I was fine.

But don't say, hey, this film is pasted well, it's almost the same as not pasted, there is no bubble, and it really is the number one film master in the electronic city.

Xu Jian, the owner of the film shop, closed the shutter on time. He always abides by the off-duty time.His home is not too far from here, just step on it, and you will be there in 5 minutes.

I stepped on a shared bicycle.

He packed a portion of pig moistening powder at the Haowei rice noodle shop in front of his house, humming a ditty tune with a wild accent, and went up to the sixth floor in one breath.He took out the key and was about to open the door.

It gets dark early in winter, and the broken glass window in the corridor has never been repaired, and the wind squeezed in through the gap.

With a faint smell of blood.

Xu Jian's hand paused when he opened the door, and he opened the lock as if nothing had happened. He coughed loudly a few times, but his face was like a piece of crumpled toilet paper.

Kacha reached out and slapped on the switch of the headlight on the wall.

shit.

Bloodstains all over the place.And the familiar figure who fell on the ground.

Xu Jian's expression changed suddenly, and he saw the body on the ground wriggling like a caterpillar.

It was the injured Qin Kong.

"Your uncle, you want to scare me to death."

Xu Jian lifted the bloody target on the ground with all his strength. It had been a long time since he saw it, and why it was so heavy.

With sharp eyes, he found that the wound was on the back, carefully avoided the wound, and carried Qin Kong to the bed in the bedroom.When he put it down, he finally let out a muffled snort.

Fortunately, he did not lose consciousness due to excessive blood loss.Xu Jian heaved a sigh of relief.

Where Qin Kong was lying, there was so much blood that one would think the cook had slaughtered a pig.

Then he suddenly remembered something, and hurried back to the gate, er, there was a thick layer of dust on the ground, only his own footprints were printed on it, where did this guy come in from?

Xu Jian looked helplessly at the living room again. The anti-theft strips on the windows were grinning crookedly, none of which was intact.

The bloodstains snaked from the window to the bottom of the feet, and it was still stained by his own feet.

He took out a huge medicine box from the cabinet, and walked into the bedroom resignedly.

Let's stop the bleeding first, let's not talk about whether he will die or not, this time it was so tragic, I have to squat at home and clean up tomorrow.

Xu Jian skillfully used scissors to cut off the clothes stuck to Qin Kong's back.

Hey, this wound, this guy was cut to the back by a chainsaw.There are five ways in total.

This degree of injury seems to be counted on one hand in my impression.

Counting, it seems that there are exactly five fingers on one hand. What exactly did he encounter this time?

"Old Qin." Xu Jian called out, but nothing happened.

"Old Qin, I have to take you to the hospital. The wound is too deep. I'm afraid you'll get a tetanus." Xu Jian explained in a good-tempered manner.

"Do not."

"Then what if you get rabies?"

"Don't go!"

Xu Jian sighed, took out a syringe from the medicine box, gave him a shot of antitoxin first, and then took out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

"Old Qin."

"..." His head was buried in the pillow, and he didn't know if he had lost too much blood and passed out.

"I sterilized it." Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand, and half a bottle of liquid poured down.

The muscle lines of the wheat-colored body suddenly shrank.

"Fuck you, uncle, you can't take it lightly!" Qin Kong finally roared angrily.

Didn't I tell you?

Without saying a word, Xu Jian picked up another antibiotic from the medicine box, looked left and right, and put it down. This person has never used this thing before, or it is still the same as before, and it is healthier to carry it.

Anyway, tomorrow the wounds will miraculously disappear.For so many years, Qin Kong has lived like this.

Xu Jian looked at the perfect bandage with satisfaction, and each circle of gauze was pressed on exactly the same position as the previous circle.

If you tie a bow, you can send it out.

"Old Qin, you can only sleep on your stomach tonight, and get off soon." Xu Jian unfolded the quilt, and after thinking about it, he still didn't cover him. Washing the quilt is still more troublesome. The key is that the typhoon is so strong, in case the quilt The high-altitude parabola has to be counted when blowing it down. Anyway, Qin Kong is not afraid of the cold, and the wound can breathe well.

Thinking of the mess outside, Xu Jian's temples throbbed.I have to go downstairs to see if the injured person stepped on someone else's car again. Qin Kong came here half a year ago and smashed the panoramic sunroof of an Audi parked downstairs. Just call the property investigation and monitoring.It took me a lot of effort to get it right.

"It's the ghost king."

Xu Jian walked into the bedroom again, picked up a quilt, and heard something muffled on the bed.He trembled all over, and his feet softened. Looking back, Qin Kong fell asleep.

It's over, I seem to have completely lost sleep tonight.Xu Jian broke out in a cold sweat.

When Qin Kong woke up the next day, he saw Xu Jian poking his butt and looking through his backpack.

The things in the bag were neatly arranged by him on the coffee table in the living room.

"Hey."

Xu Jian raised his eyelids and moved his chin a little, "The meal is on the table."

Such a deep wound healed overnight, leaving only pale white scars, no wonder the longevity is not as old as Nanshan.

When Qin Kong walked out of the bedroom, he heard Xu Jian ask.

"You used poison?"

He paused, "No, I wasted a bottle."

Sure enough, Xu Jian looked constipated after hearing this, "Do you know that this thing is difficult to handle, so you can't save it?"

Qin Kong ignored it, sat down at the dining table, and began to eat braised elbows.

When the second elbow was eaten, Xu Jian moved a stool and sat next to him. "Three of the silver nails were lost, two of the ice picks were lost, and one of the poisons was wasted. The past six months have been quite rewarding."

Qin Kong continued to eat his knuckles, and pushed away the plate of stir-fried kidneys in disgust.

Like his master, when will Xu Jian give up the feudal superstition of "what to eat to make up for it".

Xu Jian looked up at the boss eagerly, "What did you meet?"

Qin Kong sighed and finally put down his chopsticks.

"I underestimated the enemy."

"Oh?"

"A member of the Youlan tribe was rescued by the ghost king."

Xu Jian gasped. He had never seen the ghost king in his life, but he had mentioned it to his master before when he was still alive.

"Master, these weapons and materials are a little difficult to get, what should I do if I can't figure it out?" Xu Jian, a miserable green boy, was once innocent.

"Cold."

"Ah? Master, you want me to have a peaceful mind, so don't bother me?"

"No, if you can't handle weapons, hunters have to hang up. We semi-humans all want cold salad."

Gudong, Xu Jian swallowed his saliva, "I understand, master, the ammunition must be sufficient."

That immortal Taoist gave Xu Jian a pair of white eyes.

"You still know where to find these materials, the big deal is to plan ahead and spend some time preparing."

"Master, I don't understand. Could it be that there are still unkillable weapons in the Inhuman race?"

The master's cotton gown fluttered on the top of the mountain, almost as if he was going west on a crane.

Xu Jian pulled the old man back a step. The two of them were standing on the top of Changbai Mountain at that time.

"Ghost King." The old man spit out these two words lightly.

"What?" Xu Jian looked puzzled.The four races of the Inhumans are enough for him to be bald, so what is the origin of this ghost king.

The old man shook his sleeves, his alcohol-soaked eyeballs rolled around, "I haven't seen it either, you can ask Qin Kong."

Qin Kong, Qin Kong, Qin Kong, these are the names Xu Jian has heard most from his master.An old man with a sense of immortality, he only enshrined these two characters on the top of his head and offered them on the incense table all his life.

When Xu Jian heard this name, he wanted to pee.Qin Kong can't be counted as his savior, but he can barely be said to be a reborn parent.

The kind that changes fate against the sky.

He became a half-human, that's what Qin Kong told him after saving him back then.

To be precise, what Qin Kong saved was the person who was almost eaten by him.

The ancestors of the Inhuman race, and the children born to humans have Inhuman genes, but the probability of becoming an Inhuman is almost a little higher than winning the lottery.Humans with alien genes, if between the ages of 12 and 16, the alien genes are awakened, and the human beings are devoured by their own methods, they can restore the identity of aliens, otherwise, they will "reduce" to ordinary Humanity.

But even if they return to the status of ordinary people, the alien genes in their bodies will still be passed on to the next generation, waiting for the opportunity to wake up again.

As for what exactly awakened the Inhuman gene, there is still no conclusion yet.

A semi-human like Xu Jian is a semi-finished product that was interrupted for various reasons during the process of cannibalism during the awakening period.

In other words, defective products.

Inhumans have powerful abilities. As long as they continue to devour humans, their lives can be extended indefinitely.

Half-humans have a little bit of ability, live a little longer than ordinary people, and everything else is the same as ordinary people.

Whole grains, birth, old age, sickness and death.

No, they are worse than ordinary people. Half-humans will gradually lose their original biological signs and gradually become like another person, so they can't go back to their previous lives. In addition, the aging process is relatively long-lasting, and they will always be regarded as human beings. The people around him noticed something strange, so they couldn't hide in one place for too long.

Why hide?Because compared to ordinary humans, Inhumans are more willing to use them as delicacies, without worrying about being tracked down by the relatives of the victims, and they have a better taste than humans.

In addition to being closely united with the hunters, it is almost impossible for the semi-inhumans to fight against the Inhumans who are hundreds of times stronger than them.

But, this hunter.

Xu Jian looked at this face that he had seen for the first time in decades.

When he was fighting in the street, that indifferent face appeared in front of his eyes amidst the blood and blood, and his shots were quick and precise, without a trace of sloppiness, just like a cold-blooded killer.

At the beginning, they saw each other seldom, and the master came back to the west on a crane, and the contact between them began to be frequent.

Xu Jian calculated that how much Qin Kong talked to him depended on how much meat and vegetables he bought on the dinner table.

After working for him for half his life, he secretly discovered that he didn't even remember his own life experience.It doesn't matter whether this person is reliable or not.

Grandpa didn't allow it either.

Xu Jian is Qin Kong's weapon craftsman, and he learned from the Taoist Kong Kong.

Because his master was thinking about half-humans and aliens in his early years, his head was short-circuited, and he entered the door of Taoism. He lived to be 150 years old before retiring from the stage of history.

Xu Jian inherited his mantle, and the sophistication of the weapons he made was one step higher than that of his master.

"So what exactly is the ghost king?" Xu Jian finally mustered up the courage, endured Qin Kong's mentally retarded eyes, and raised the question that had troubled him for many years.

The middle school student with a square face, black-rimmed glasses, and a chunky figure appeared before Qin Kong's eyes.

Grinding his teeth, "I don't know what he looks like."

The figure who hugged Lin Xiaohui and disappeared under the moonlight was definitely not Jiang Yuan's original appearance.

Xu Jian looked sad, "So you have seen the ghost king many times, but you still can't recognize him?"

You are either retarded or face blind.

But having said that, the Inhumans don't seem to have the ability to change form. Could it be that this ghost king really doesn't belong to any of the four clans?Then what to rely on to fight, bazooka?

"Hey, Qin Kong."

Xu Jian called out to Qin Kong, who was emptying his stomach, and he became sleepy when he was full.

A news broadcast came from the TV behind him.

"The day before yesterday, a third-year student in the XX community jumped off the building, which sparked widespread social discussion. Is it because of too much academic pressure, or because the parents did not give timely guidance..."

Qin Kong's long eyelashes moved suddenly, and his light golden eyes stayed in a corner of the TV screen.

Xu Jian turned his head again, and there was no one at the dining table.