Versatile Mage

Once again, the second flame flew towards the rotting corpse that had killed two villagers, and even the wooden fence next to it was set ablaze.

Heavy rain reduced the power of some flames. The fire on the rotting corpse was quickly extinguished. The young man named Hung Jun spit in disdain...

Had it not been for this heavy rain, the rotters would have been bombarded by their own two fires!

The corpse did not die. It shook and stood up, opening its mouth full of blood and yelling at the young man Hung Joon.

His body was blown to pieces, but the speed of this dead spirit did not decrease at all. He jumped wildly at Hung Jun with all his limbs...

Another flame appeared on Hung Joon's palm. Unfortunately, after this flame was thrown, it did not hit the fast moving spirit. Therefore, the dead spirit, who was burned with all his face, came to Hung Joon's face. He frightened Hung Joon with a white face!

“Back off! ”

An old man's voice rang from side to side, and it was the village chief who had taken the medicine, Shasan!

There was a wave rolling around Shasan, and as he drank loudly, a raging flood burst towards the rotting corpse.

Just halfway through the corpse, the body was struck down by the storm, and after sinking into the flood, the corpse immediately lost all momentum of action, and the violent storm swept hard outside the wooden pile fence.

The wooden pile blue was washed down, and the rotting corpse was washed far away, leaving no threat.

The villagers were greatly relieved after seeing this scene. Fortunately, the village chief was a middle-class magician. Otherwise, they really didn't know what to do.

“He was arrogant and almost lost his life!” Chelsea walked in front of Hung Jun and snorted.

Hung Jun has just returned to God. He still looks stubborn.

Ignoring the village chief's lesson, he quickly walked towards Su Xiaoluo, but found that the wild fool who didn't know where he was coming from was holding Su Xiaoluo, his eyes flashed with anger.

He's the one who saved people. How did he become this kid?

“It's been years since there's been a mutant death… why does it suddenly appear?” Su Xiaolo looked at the dead body, which had been washed far away.

“Who knows, but Xiao Lo, don't worry, without me Hung Jun, those dead spirits won't hurt you at all.” Hong Jun said.

At this time, Zhang Xiaohou also did not know where to take a large black umbrella. He was about to help Su Xiaoluo still in the rain to lift it up. Who knew that Hung Jun had taken it and said something with no anger. Thank you. Then he and Su Xiaoluo held this umbrella together and let Zhang Xiaohou hang aside.

Su Xiaoluo was thinking about the mutant spirit, he didn't notice that they were fighting for jealousy, but Hung Jun floated his mouth corner and looked at Zhang Xiaohou with some ridicule.

“I want to examine the body.” Su Xiaolo said seriously.

“I'll go with you.” Zhang Xiaohou said immediately.

“Why don't you stay in the village honestly, just because you can't remember who you are, how powerful the dead spirit is. Didn't you just see it? Don't let the mutant dead spirit show up again, you'll be the first to run.” Hung Jun pushed Zhang Xiaohou, and his other hand lit a small flame like a trick, with a hint of bragging.

“Don't be so childish.” Su Xiaoluo glanced at himself and went outside the fence wearing a slippery coat.

“Lo, don't go, it's too dangerous...” Xie Dasheng said.

A dark old man nodded, “Yeah, it's more dangerous out of the village. ”

“It must be a curse, I said it was a curse!!” The soul-frightened pointy-faced villager screamed before.

“Dog, can you stop scaring yourself all day long?” Hong Jun said.

Xie Sang stood faceless, by the time most people in the village had also come out, and saw the two bloody bodies, one of them panicked and panicked, surrounded by village chief Xie Sang.

The village eats special well water and grows up. As long as it drinks a certain amount of well water each month, it will not be attacked by the dead spirit. Therefore, most villages do not really need a magician... but considering the proximity of Qin Ling here, demons come here to find food, demons do not eat them this way, so there will be such a magician or two in the village, usually also the village chief...

Now the emergence of mutant dead spirits makes it all the more important that the only magician who can confront dead spirits.

“Xiao Lo, go see what's going on with that rotten corpse. Hung Jun, you follow him in case there are other such spirits out there. Fuda, don't follow the past. You are not from this village. You are not nourished by well water. Normal dead spirits will attack you.” Shazan said.

Village Chief Xie San called several other daredevil youths to join him, and Su Xiaoluo took them outside the village through the wooden pile fence that had been swept away by the storm.

The corpses were washed far away, not to mention one or two hundred meters. Villagers in endangered villages would not easily walk out of the village at night. Dead spirits would not attack them or attack them. But who can guarantee that there would be that kind of grievance?

The rest of the village didn't have the courage to walk out and watch far from the wooden pile fence.

It is evening and the rain curtain brings the light down even lower. It can only be seen in a range of three or four hundred meters at most. If it is a little later, it will be completely dark and nothing will be visible.

Su Xiaolo, Hung Jun and three other youths arrived in front of the rotting corpse. Su Xiaolo was a doctor so she had no fear of the corpse. She squatted down and examined the rotting corpse.

“Hurry up... hurry up. ”

“A corpse, nothing to see...”

The two youths trembled and were afraid to stay outside for half an hour.

Hung Jun laughed at them. “With me, are you afraid of an egg? ”

“Right, right, Brother Hung is a fire magician. Junior level 3 magician! ”

“Isn't it awesome to put it outside?” Another young man also said.

“That is.”

Su Xiaoluo frowned slightly and finally stood helplessly.

Several others were anxious to ask why the corpse had attacked them.

“This is a common spirit.” Su Xiaolo came to this conclusion.

“How is it possible that our generations of drinking well water are themselves protected, and that we each received a well water goddess ritual last month, how can we be attacked by the spirit of death?” One of the young men said.

Su Xiaoluo pondered and did not know how to answer this question for a while.

Hung Jun didn't really care. When he wanted to make a few words of comfort, he suddenly heard a creepy noise near the rain screen...

It's like dragging your body, like chewing rotten meat, like joint symphony, sounds coming from all directions, and it's getting clearer and clearer in the rain.

“Oh my god!! ”

One of the young people shook up, Hung Jun turned his head and discovered that a pair of red eyes were dying in the rain staring at several of them alive!!