Chapter 2238 - Bowing Together (1/2)

Chapter 2238: Bowing Together

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

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Mo Fan kept hearing the rustling of leaves. It was familiar yet strange, but it immediately put Mo Fan on alert, as if something terrifying was going to happen whenever he heard the sound.

His vision was as narrow as a crack. He was struggling to open his eyes, as if his eyelids were stuck together.

A while later, he finally realized he was badly wounded when he felt the pain across his body.

As he had expected, a trip with such huge risks was meant to go wrong. It was like he had been in a plane that had crashed.

“Where the hell am I? The Eighth Mound? Why am I seeing… (Sigh), my head is on the ground. No wonder I couldn’t see anything,” Mo Fan finally realized the posture he had landed in after his vision recovered a little.

He must have hit his face on the ground. His eyes were most likely swollen by now, hence the struggle he had opening them.

Something soft landed on him. There were many of them, and they were quick, yet they were not deadly. He felt a sharp pain whenever the things landed on his wounds.

He could not move his body. It felt like he was twisted around like a pretzel.

Mo Fan could not remember what he had been through. He swore he would never enter the spatial rift again. He had almost killed himself!

“Is there anyone here?

“Anyone? Is this the Eighth Mound? I’m Lecturer Mo Yifan, who just crashed my plane. If someone would be kind enough to treat my injuries… the soil here stinks. Why does it smell like dog poop?…”

There was no answer, except for the sound of the drizzling rain.

Mo Fan suddenly heard heavy breathing beside him, and was overjoyed.

Someone finally showed up! What a blessing from the Heavens. Every heroic Martial Artist who fell down a cliff would obtain a peerless Martial Art and encounter a beautiful innocent lady. Mo Fan was only asking for a helping hand!

The person who was approaching Mo Fan let out a deep groan. Its voice was strange, yet familiar for some reason.

Mo Fan worked very hard to turn his head. He saw a pair of hairy legs. The bare feet looked like they were made of rocks. The hair on the legs was like a pair of rugged filthy trousers. A bone axe was dangling beside the owner’s waist. It still had bloodstains on it, which were being washed away as water drops fell from its tip.

Mo Fan’s heart skipped a beat. Seriously? He was asking for a living human who was able to help him up, not a Hillman who could kill him with a single swing of its axe!

Was karma at play here? Was this the result after he had wiped out an entire nest of Hillmen?

“Brother Hillman, I might not be able to move for now, but I can still use most of my spells. You should stay away from me if you have the slightest common sense. Otherwise, I’ll skin you and rub you on the ground!” Mo Fan snarled.

The hillman laughed like a squealing pig, as if it could understand Mo Fan.

“You dare laugh at me? Telekinesis Arrows!”

Mo Fan was enraged. He modified his Will to take the shape of an arrow and fired it at the Hillman.

The Telekinesis Arrow flew at the back of the Hiilman’s head rapidly. The Hillman was still laughing, but it suddenly stopped when it saw the arrow between its eyes… after it had pierced its head from behind.