Hunter of Mysterious Creature-Chapter 350 - 19: Carving Up the Spoils
"Well, you’re quite the clever little thing." Sun Hang gave it a thumbs up.
"Don’t try to change the subject! Laozi’s asking you a question!" The Inverted Man was clearly displeased. "Where did you come from, kid? And why do you have a smell that makes Laozi feel so uncomfortable?"
"Smell?" Sun Hang raised his arm and sniffed. "Are you talking about the smell of sweat? Tsk, I thought with the current temperature, not showering for a day or two wouldn’t cause any odor?"
Sun Hang seemed to remember something, and quickly unwrapped the bandage from his wrist. The wound, which had been strangled by the hair of the Zhou Family’s female ghost, still hadn’t healed. As the bandage was removed, bright red blood beads immediately seeped from his flesh, and a faint scent of blood spread instantly.
The Inverted Man’s expression changed dramatically, and the female ghost drifted away without leaving a trace. Even the nearby townspeople turned their heads, looking in Sun Hang’s direction.
"You... you, you, you... Who the hell are you?!" The Inverted Man’s arms, supporting its body, suddenly weakened, and it fell to the ground with a thud. Even the piece of rotten flesh crawling with maggots stuck in its throat fell out, scattering plump, white maggots on the ground.
It rolled and crawled to put distance between itself and Sun Hang, curling into a ball. Perhaps it was accustomed to the feeling of its hands and feet being switched; even when its body righted itself, it still used its hands to support the ground, raising its legs high to protect its head.
Between its toes, it held a small knife with a blade less than half a palm long, its rusty blade pointed directly at Sun Hang.
"You’re not human! You’re definitely not human!" The Inverted Man screamed hysterically.
"The way you’re talking, it’s as if you’re human yourself." Sun Hang picked his nose, instinctively wanting to pull the female ghost behind him closer, but when he turned his head, he realized the other had already floated nearly twenty meters away, shrinking under an old, dead jujube tree.
"What are you hiding from?" Sun Hang looked speechlessly at the timid female ghost.
He thought it was a fierce ghost, but it turned out to be a shy little widow.
Vaguely, Sun Hang felt that something was off—he quickly realized the problem: the ritual on the stage had already stopped, and everyone, including the host in a Taoist robe and with burn scars, was staring directly at him.
Their eyes showed various emotions, but the two most prevalent were fear and greed.
"No! No, no, no! You’re definitely putting on a show! You must have some treasure hidden on you!" the Inverted Man shrieked. "Hand it over! Give it to Laozi now!"
"Treasure?" Sun Hang pondered for a moment. "Are you talking about this?"
He pulled out the hunting pistol, now empty of bullets, and pulled the slide, the alloy components inside the gun making a pleasant clinking sound.
"You dare to mess with Laozi?!"
The Inverted Man glared at Sun Hang with bloodshot eyes, its eye sockets oozed pus-like discharge, and its eyeballs were swollen and protruding as if they could pop out at any moment.
"Doesn’t this gun count as a treasure? I spent half a month’s allowance just to buy it, which is enough to book a river-view suite in the top hotel in Tianfu City." Sun Hang hooked his finger around the trigger guard, spinning the nearly three-kilogram pistol.
"If you won’t hand it over honestly, don’t blame Laozi for being rude!" the Inverted Man shrieked, its hands quickly scrambling, closing in on Sun Hang in the blink of an eye. The tetanus-laden blade clutched between its toes slashed directly at Sun Hang’s throat!
Sun Hang couldn’t be bothered to waste words and dodged aside—although the opponent’s movements were fast, they were still within the reaction speed of a normal person. Despite losing those special abilities, the series of experiences since his awakening gave Sun Hang combat prowess on par with elite agents from the Field Operations Department.
The next second, Sun Hang quickly grabbed the opponent’s ankle, swinging the Inverted Man up in the air!
The Inverted Man was extremely small and short, and although its hunched posture made it difficult to judge its exact height, Sun Hang estimated that even if it stood straight, it wouldn’t reach 1.6 meters... This height would be considered a third-class disability for modern males, but in those times of scarcity, small people like it weren’t uncommon.
Added to its bony frame, the Inverted Man’s weight wasn’t even thirty kilograms—knowing that the Xiazhou Federation’s training standard for full-gear running weighed fifty-five kilograms, it was like carrying two Inverted Men on a march.
"Bang!!!" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
The Inverted Man crashed heavily to the ground, but Sun Hang didn’t stop there.
He knew very well that once the fight started, there’s no reason to hold back.
The opponent’s attack was aimed to kill him, so self-defense resulting in the opponent’s death was reasonable, right?
Besides, the townspeople of Maoyun Town couldn’t die, so even if he dismembered the opponent, a tailor could probably sew the eight pieces back together, and the guy would be up and about the next day spouting dirty jokes outside the little widow’s doorstep.
Since leaving Tianfu City and coming to this strange place, Sun Hang has been harboring some inexplicable anger with nowhere to vent. Initially, the Zhou Family’s female ghost was a good opportunity, but her tearful admission of defeat made it hard for Sun Hang to pick on a widow who’d lost her husband and child, right?
