Special Forces Medic

Chapter 959 928: The Man Who Cannot Be Killed

"Actually, you've done quite well, but the people from Miao Family Village suddenly appearing where the wolf pack was, and Miao Shaoqing revealing Nu Ba, has thrown things off course a bit," Xiao Lin said, looking at the moving silhouettes amid the pine forest. "You have chosen an unreliable ally."

A man and a wolf stood in the center, their shadows stretched long and wide under the torch-lit sky. Their gaze was not on a person but on a once-dead soul. When they meet again, the long-held obsession suddenly turned into mockery.

Still clad in white, a symbol of purity, yet even more tainted than a devil from Hell, she floated down from the hilltop with an ethereal elegance, looking like an immortal fairy, but in Xiao Lin's eyes, she was nothing more than a corpse.

With beautiful eyes filled with anger, she glanced at the man standing in the center. After letting out a long howl to the sky, she slowly walked forward, stopping five paces from Xiao Lin.

"Disappointed? It's just you and me here, and a hidden third party," Xiao Lin remarked, sensing her enhanced powers after resurrecting from the long howl she let out.

Ignoring Xiao Lin's taunts, the Fourth Lord reached out his right hand towards an elderly woman weaving something. Under the arc, not clearly visible, a strong gust of wind swept through the space.

A dark figure leaped out to shield the old woman, bending down to the extreme with arms crossed before being sent flying into the bamboo house behind the elderly woman, causing a loud crash.

Witnessing this sudden turn of events, the old woman roared, snatching up a bamboo vine beside her, leaping toward the Fourth Lord. Under his force, the bamboo vine became a lethal weapon, hissing through the air as if tearing it apart, aimed at the woman's throat.

"Retreat!" A steady palm strike aimed at the old woman's chest, with a pop, the bamboo vine snapped in two, falling to the ground. The old woman retreated to evade the sudden palm strike, staring wide-eyed at the old man before launching another attack.

He was fast, but someone was faster. Xiao Lin stepped forward with his left foot, raised his left arm, stepped back with his right foot, inserting himself into the space the old woman had just occupied, skillfully locking her attack. "You belong to me; you're not allowed to waste your blood casually. Go and keep an eye on the seventh-level code, you are no match for this woman." With that, Xiao Lin was already two steps away, leaving Crow with his amber eyes staring at him.

'You belong to me; you're not allowed to waste your blood.' This line seemed like something someone else had once said. The older woman retreated a step, flipping back into the bamboo house. Just the invisible force had almost entirely dismantled everything here. Even if there were more people, they would be no match for the woman.

Crow circled outside the building twice before crouching at the entrance, eyes fixed on the center, occasionally whipping its big tail against the ground. It let out a whimper, and when the forest rustled, it suddenly stood up, lifted its head, and began to howl. A series of wolf howls echoed through the jungle, making the people in the center glance towards Crow.

The woman moved. Xiao Lin was even faster, blocking her, shaking his head as if to say, 'I'm your only opponent.'

A murderous aura assaulted from all directions. Lao Zhao came forward, the wind carrying a stench and a low growl. "It's the wolf pack!"

Crow let out another long howl, a dense mass of them leaped from the forest, eyes fixed on the people in the center, ready to shred them to pieces upon command.

"Ah, you disappeared for a few days, seems like you've been gathering companions, quite in my style!" Amidst this tense atmosphere, Xiao Lin suddenly walked over to Crow, rubbing its head, lifting its head in his hands. "Watch the people I want you to watch; leave these people to your master to handle."

The ridiculed woman trembled all over, while Lao Zhao's eyes grew complex, his first action was to turn over and hold the woman. "My lord, don't fall for his provocations, stay calm."

"Kill, kill every one of these beasts, leave none alive."

The encirclement of the wolf pack tightened around the old woman's bamboo house. When the clown supported the seventh-level code, they too were scared by the endless wolves, easily recognizing the pet of Xiao Lin amidst the gray surrounded.

The woman's command was not executed. With a puzzled gaze, she looked at Lao Zhao. "Are you searching for your people? Sorry, they've all gone to see King Yama." Yelü Shou, covered in blood, emerged from the forest with Miao Shaoqing, tossing the last head in his hand in front of the woman.

Though revived, the stark contrast in character was evident. Xiao Lin had been observing the Fourth Lord's every move, her near-crazed demeanor was a stark contrast from before.

"Elder Miao, this person once died at my hands. You should be able to explain why she stands before me again, right?" Xiao Lin exhaled, asking the old man beside him.

"I'll tell you everything you want to know, but first, we have another guest who hasn't arrived yet."

Elder Miao appeared unchanged, his hands stained with blood, his desperate eyes staring into the distance. No one knew what he was thinking, much like at Miao Family Village, an enigmatic figure.

Xiao Lin remained silent. The Fourth Lord wasn't the one Elder Miao awaited, but he wasn't sure if that person would appear, and even if they did, if he would be a match. What's more unsettling was the deadly determination radiating from Elder Miao.

"I know who Elder Miao is waiting for; he's also Xiao Lin's target, but I hope Elder Miao can give the juniors a chance to demonstrate." The words were tactful, and Xiao Lin signaled to Miao Shaoqing, who instantly understood and approached Elder Miao.

"Master, if us juniors can't do it, we'll ask you to make a move."

Elder Miao laughed heartily, seemingly the first time this elder had laughed so openly. "Xiao Zhenfeng is fortunate to have a son like you, I hope your kindness can wash away his sins."

Sin is a heavy word, causing ripples in Xiao Lin's demeanor, and simultaneously a sharp cry pierced the air. Miao Shaoqing quickly lunged at Elder Miao, and Yelü Shou simultaneously rushed them toward the wolves.

The wolves became restless, howling and savagely biting each other, Crow, surrounded stood up, glaring at the two left in the center. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)