Travel through the worlds and spread the flames across the worlds

Chapter 137: None of Your Business!

"This is the first time I've seen people rushing to be barbecued. Even though I've been in Bloodline for such a long time, I'm still not used to the enthusiasm of the locals here."

Lin Hun frowned, helplessly dispersed the burning flames, walked up to the fishman, and asked impatiently.

"You better give me a reason to do this. Otherwise, I can find another guide. There is more than one person in the fishing village anyway."

Most of the scales on the machete fishman's body were curled up by the flames.

Even though Lin Hun lowered the temperature of the flame the moment he realized something was wrong, the high temperature that could burn bones to ashes would cause irreversible damage to the body of the machete fishman within just one second of contact.

The machete fishman's voice was more explosive than the flames and louder than the forest soul. The pain in his body forced him to roar loudly to get some relief.

"I'm asking you!!! Why did you damage everyone's mark!!!"

After saying this, Kandao's body couldn't stop shaking, and bright red blood oozed out from the scales on the surface of his skin. However, even so, he still suppressed the pain in his body and controlled his hands, not daring to exert force on the skull in his palms.

"Mark?"

Lin Hun just felt a little puzzled. The marks left by the villagers of the fishing village in the core of the dream had long been burned by him, so how could there be any extra marks here?

"Do you think we, the villagers of the fishing village, can just show up at will with a lantern like you damn hunters!?"

Without waiting for Lin Hun to continue asking, the pain was about to burn out Kandao's sanity. Anyway, he had already come to this point, so it didn't matter if he went any deeper!

"These skulls are all our former bodies! As long as the skulls are there, we can be resurrected again!"

"So these are your former bodies..." Lin Hun finally understood. That's what he said. The group of villagers on the beach plus the group in the village, plus these corpses, there are so many people, not to mention the village, the population of a small town might be this many.

Lin Hun understood the obvious cognitive error, and he was too lazy to be a riddle teller. In order to avoid the machete fish man getting in the way on the rest of the journey, he directly explained what these skulls represented in the dream.

"Let go. This is not the mark that will keep you resurrected. It is just a curse and hatred node that infects the dream."

But Kandao didn't understand Lin Hun's explanation at all, and only recognized the deep-rooted ideas in his heart.

"You are a foreigner who knows nothing. How can you say that?"

The machete fishman's tone was aggressive, but that was normal. Pain would break a person's composure.

However, he still took the time to carefully lift the skull above his head, and observed it up and down, inside and out in the dim light.

It can be seen that he truly believed these skulls were the basis for their resurrection.

"Because the mark you left in your dream has been burned away by me."

Lin Hun stepped forward and snatched the skull from the machete's hand.

"What gives you the right to say that! You're just a damn hunter, and you think you can solve this nightmare? Don't make me laugh to death!"

He rushed out with a machete, trying to snatch the skull back from Lin Hun's hand.

"Alas, what is wrong with this world? Why is it that no one believes me when I tell the truth?"

The different personalities of the two meant that Kandao, who was in the dream, was unable to understand the changes within himself, and naturally could not agree with Lin Hun's statement. He only thought that Lin Hun was not only very powerful but also a big talker.

Lin Hun opened his palm with his five fingers, aimed at the fishman's forehead and slapped him to the ground.

People do not share the same joys and sorrows, let alone understand each other.

In order not to waste time, Lin Hun gave up arguing with Kandao. When facing people who have their own ideas, the best thing is to comply with them on the surface.

He quietly stuffed a wisp of fire into the hollow space between the skull's teeth, and after making sure that he would not be discovered, he handed the machete back to him with both hands.

"Just leave it as a mark, whatever, I'll give it back to you."

Then Lin Hun left the room without looking back.

The fire has been planted, although the speed may be a little slow, but the result will be the same if you wait until the last minute to ignite it.

Machete ignored the temperature on the skull and held it in both hands, full of doubts.

"Why did this hunter take the mark and return it?"

Thinking of this, he observed the skull again and again. Except for the lower temperature, there was no change.

After much hesitation, Chopper put this unique skull aside, far away from the pile of skulls. Now he had to monitor the hunters, and things here would have to wait until later.

The flames appeared out of nowhere and went out in an instant. The machete man was right next to Lin Hun but couldn't figure out how he did it. He could only think that it was a unique method of the new-age hunters, so he was worried about putting the mark that Lin Hun returned together with the others.

Some time had passed, and the machete fishman was worried that Lin Hun would go somewhere else and hurt the villagers, so he started running wildly. When he passed by the machete on the ground, he grabbed it in his hand without stopping.

But when Kandao went out, Lin Hun had disappeared.

"I brought a demon into the village!!!"

Thinking of Lin Hun's methods, the pain in his body and the self-blame for leading hunters into the village immediately overwhelmed Machete.

Having lost his psychological support, his body, which had been holding on strong, collapsed instantly. He fell to his knees powerlessly on the ground, howling in pain.

"What are you doing? What are you yelling about?"

A familiar voice penetrated into my ears, and at the last moment, it pulled my broken thoughts back.

Machete immediately turned around and found that the hunter was leaning against the wall near the door with his arms folded, picking his ears with one hand, looking at him in confusion.

Instantly.

Kandao stood up, not caring about the embarrassment, and grabbed Lin Hun's arm with his bare hands, but he was only met with a fist.

Lin Hun punched Machete in the face without any mercy.

"Speak properly! What's the point of pulling and tugging?"

If he hadn't been keeping an eye on the machete, Lin Hun's punch would have made his nose and mouth crooked.

Machete fell to the ground with a thump, but began to giggle.

"It's true! As long as the devil is still here, it's good."

Oh no, I hope the kid’s head isn’t damaged.

Lin Hun hurriedly ran to the machete's head, squatted down, and hurriedly picked up the machete.

"Why are you laughing?"

Machete's smile froze, and his expression instantly turned serious, "None of your business!"

Very good and arrogant, it seems that everything is fine. Lin Hun narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly shot out a punch like lightning, hitting the other half of the machete's face.

Extraordinary situations call for extraordinary measures.

How could a mere machete be able to withstand Lin Hun's unsportsmanlike behavior of attacking without saying a word? He was hit again and began to spin madly with himself as the axis, rolling for five meters without any obstruction. When he stopped, he lay limp on the ground with his whole body spread out in a big shape.

"Gulu!!!"