Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 278 Divide
"Then you are really a smart little fellow." Sun Hang gave it a thumbs up.

"Don't try to change the subject! I'm asking you a question!" The inverted man said in a very dissatisfied tone, "Where did you come from, kid? Why do you have a smell that makes me feel uncomfortable?"

"Smell?" Sun Hang raised his arm and sniffed. "Are you talking about the smell of sweat? Tsk, I think in this temperature, it shouldn't stink if you don't take a shower for a day or two, right?"

Sun Hang seemed to remember something and quickly untied the bandage on his wrist - the wound caused by the Zhou family's female ghost using her hair had not healed yet. As the bandage was removed, bright red blood immediately seeped out of the flesh, and a faint smell of blood immediately filled the air.

The face of the man standing upside down suddenly changed, and the female ghost floated away without a trace. Even the townspeople nearby turned their heads and looked in the direction of Sun Hang.

"You...you you you...who the hell are you?!" The arms that were supporting the body of the person standing upside down suddenly went limp, and he fell to the ground with a thud. Even the piece of rotten meat crawling with maggots that was stuck in his throat fell out, and the fat, white and tender maggot babies scattered all over the ground.

It rolled and crawled to distance itself from Sun Hang, and huddled into a ball - perhaps it had become accustomed to the feeling of swapping hands and feet. Even when its body was turned over, it still supported itself on the ground with its hands and raised its feet high to protect its head.

Between its toes, there was a small knife with a blade less than half a palm long, and the rusty blade was pointing directly at Sun Hang.

"You are not a human! You are definitely not a human!" the man standing upside down screamed hysterically.

"You talk as if you are a human yourself?" Sun Hang picked his nose and subconsciously wanted to pull the female ghost behind him over. However, when he turned around, he found that the other party had floated nearly 20 meters away and had shrunk under a dead old jujube tree.

"Why are you hiding again?" Sun Hang looked at the timid female ghost speechlessly.

I thought it was a fierce ghost, but I didn't expect it to be a shy little widow.

Sun Hang vaguely felt that something seemed to be wrong - he soon discovered what was wrong: the sacrificial ceremony on the stage had stopped, and everyone in the audience, including the host in a Taoist robe with burnt scars from his ordination, was staring at him.

The expressions in their eyes vary, but there are only two emotions that account for the largest proportion.

Fear, and greed.

"No! No, no, no! You must be pretending! You must have something good hidden on you!" The man standing on his head screamed, "Take it out! Take it out for me!"

"Good stuff?" Sun Hang thought for a moment, "Are you talking about this?"

He took out the hunting pistol that was empty of bullets, pulled the slide, and the alloy components inside the bolt made a pleasant collision sound.

"How dare you tease me?!"

The inverted figure stared at him with its bloodshot eyes. The edges of its eye sockets were filled with pus-like secretions, and its eyeballs were swollen and bulging, as if they would pop out at any moment.

"Isn't this gun a good thing? I spent half a month's allowance to buy it. This money is enough to book a river view room in the best hotel in Tianfu City." Sun Hang hooked the trigger guard with his finger and turned the pistol that weighed nearly three pounds.

"If you don't want to take it out honestly, don't blame me for being rude!" The man standing upside down let out a strange cry, and used his hands to support his body to crawl quickly. In a blink of an eye, he had forced himself close to Sun Hang, and the tetanus blade clamped between his toes was slashing directly towards Sun Hang's throat!
Sun Hang was too lazy to talk nonsense and dodged - although the opponent's movements were fast, they were still within the reaction range of ordinary people. Although Sun Hang had lost those special abilities, the series of experiences since waking up made his combat experience no less than that of the elite operators in the field department.

The next second, Sun Hang quickly grabbed the opponent's ankle and swung the handstander up!

The inverted man is very short. Although it is difficult to judge his exact height due to his hunched posture, Sun Hang estimates that even if he stands up straight, he would probably be less than 1.6 meters tall... This height would definitely be considered a third-class disability for a modern man, but in that era of scarce resources, short people like him were not uncommon.

Adding to the opponent's skinny body, the weight of the person standing on his hand is less than 30 kilograms - you have to know that according to the training standards of the Xiazhou Federation, the regular army soldiers' full-gear cross-country load is 55 kilograms, which is almost like carrying two people standing on their backs while marching.

"Bang!!!"

The person doing the handstand fell heavily to the ground, but Sun Hang did not stop.

He knew very well that since he had already started, there was no point in stopping.

The opponent's attack is aimed at taking your life, so it is reasonable for you to kill him in self-defense, right?
Besides, the townspeople of Maoyun Town are immortal anyway. Even if I cut him into eight pieces, I can just find a tailor to sew the eight pieces of rotten meat together, and this guy will be able to run to the young widow's house and tell dirty jokes the next day.

Ever since leaving Tianfu City and coming to this strange place, Sun Hang has been holding back an inexplicable anger in his heart with nowhere to vent it. Originally, the female ghost from the Zhou family was a good opportunity, but he couldn't help but say hello to a smiling person, and she just cried and admitted defeat. It wouldn't be good for Sun Hang to bully a young widow who had lost her husband and children, right?

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for not having eyes to look at and bringing it to my door."

The heavy hunting pistol turned in Sun Hang's palm, and then hit the inverted man's chin hard.

Who says a hunting pistol is useless when it runs out of bullets? Even without bullets, it is still a powerful weapon.

Especially the handle that has a special weight added.

Sun Hang held the gun and used the rubber-coated metal handle as a nimble war hammer, swinging it down at the handstander again and again. After a while, the shrill screams disappeared, leaving only intermittent gasps.

"Tsk, so dirty."

Sun Hang looked at the gun in his hand. The rubber grip was covered with minced meat and blood plasma, and he could vaguely see a few baby maggots that had been beaten into a paste - it had to be said that the protein content was indeed very high.

Sun Hang stepped on the head of the man standing upside down with his foot, tore off a large piece of cloth from his clothes with a "swish" sound, and began to wipe the pistol leisurely.

The entire square was silent. Almost every eye was focused on Sun Hang. The "host" on the stage seemed to be stunned. He stood there stupidly and stared at Sun Hang who had just finished beating him. He even forgot to put down the arm that was holding the feather fan.

"Why are you looking at me? Keep playing the music and dancing!" Sun Hang shouted at the stage, "It would be so embarrassing if we were to delay the grand ceremony because of something as trivial as this!"

Sun Hang's words were like pressing the "pause end" switch. The "host" who had been frozen on the stage began to dance strangely again, and the sound of wooden clogs rhythmically stepping on the wooden floor rang out again.

The townspeople below the stage gradually turned their heads back.

Sun Hang wiped the pistol carefully and put it back into the holster. He then rolled the round head with his boot sole and asked, "I knew it was a good thing, didn't I? Look, it's very handy in a fight. Isn't it better than your razor blade?"

"Uh...uh..."

An indistinct sound came out of the mouth of the person standing on his head.

"How can he be so tough? He's still alive?" Sun Hang was slightly stunned, then he moved his foot up a few inches and stomped down hard. With a crisp sound of the spine being broken, the body of the handstander twitched and then went limp.

Sun Hang took two steps back and rubbed the soles of his boots on the clean cement floor twice, leaving two dark red blood marks.

Seeing that the person standing upside down was dead, several townspeople who were nearby immediately surrounded him.

They took out various tools such as knives, axes, and saws from somewhere, and in just a few minutes they cut into the body of the upside-down person, not even sparing the scraps of flesh stuck to the ground.

"Really? I just thought about cutting this guy into pieces, but it was just a thought." Sun Hang was stunned and said, "Are you serious?"

A townsman who was hugging a thigh and had talismans all over his face turned around and said in a very respectful tone: "He has offended the person favored by the mayor. According to the intention of the host of the festival, he will receive the blessing this time and distribute it to everyone as the rations for next month."

Just as the townsman said, the townspeople who divided up the body of the handstander did not take the meat for themselves, but carried it all onto the stage, while the host, who was dressed in an extremely postmodern style, danced around the pile of meat with completely different movements.

"There's one more! There's one more!"

A little boy with empty eye sockets crawled out from between the adults' legs using his hands and feet, grabbed the piece of rotten meat covered with maggots that the handstander had spit on the ground, and held it high above his head.

But who would have thought that all the townspeople around started laughing.

"Hahaha, little blind man, that piece of meat has long been rotten and cannot be eaten!"

"Only a skinny guy like that would hold it in his mouth like a treasure."

"Throw it away, throw it away, there will be something fresh to eat soon!"

"Yes, yes, thanks to the mayor, otherwise everyone would be hungry again!"

The townspeople's topic soon shifted to the sacrificial ceremony, and the square was filled with a happy atmosphere.

If you just take this part out and read it alone, no one would have thought that what made the townspeople so excited was actually dividing up the body of another townsman.

"It's a bit weird, a bit crazy." Sun Hang murmured as he stood there, "But I don't know why, it feels very reasonable."

"Of course it's reasonable." A familiar voice sounded beside Sun Hang. Sun Hang's eyes jumped suddenly and he immediately turned his head to look to the side.

I saw the old woman I met in the wilderness standing beside me with a cane, looking at the townspeople in the square with a kind face.

"After all, Maoyun Town has been like this for so many years," said the old woman.

"By the way, are you the mayor of this town?" Sun Hang asked in a low voice using respectful language.

"Mayor? Maoyun Town doesn't have a mayor." The old woman replied with a smile.

"But everyone I meet has mentioned the mayor to me," Sun Hang asked puzzledly.

"Then those who mentioned the mayor to you, have they ever seen the mayor in person?" the old woman asked again.

"...Since there is no mayor, who is the one who blesses these 'foods'?"

"Blessing? Where is the blessing?" The old woman still had a smile on her face, and the deep crow's feet at the corners of her eyes spread all the way to under her hair.

Sun Hang was stunned and looked up at the stage.

The host of the ceremony, who was wearing a Taoist robe and had burnt scars from his ordination, had stopped dancing and was using the scalpel in his hand to cut off pieces of flesh from the handstander's body and distributed them to the townspeople queuing below the stage.

"Meat is still meat, but in their eyes, it is just cattle and sheep, chickens and ducks, and white rice and white flour." The old woman said, "There has never been any blessing. Everything is just their fantasy."

"…Can you tell me more about this?"

"You must have heard about the famine in Maoyun Town that year, right?"

"I've heard a little about it." Sun Hang nodded.

"When they really can't find anything to eat, the starving people will turn their eyes to their own kind... But they are unwilling to admit that they are eating human flesh. They can only make up some lies to deceive themselves, pointing at the bloody meat in the bowl with chopsticks and telling themselves that it is rice, this is an old hen, and this is the fat pig that has just been slaughtered at the entrance of the village... Over time, people believe these lies. The meat really turns into rice, an old hen, and greasy pork belly."

"What about the curse of immortality?" Sun Hang asked.

"It's just obsession." The old woman shook her head. "In troubled times, human life is worthless. All we want is a full meal and a way to survive."

"Then why did you give me that piece of bait..."

"If you believe it, then it is a piece of bait. If you don't believe it, then it is what it is." The old woman said, "Now take out the banknote I gave you and have a look at it."

Upon hearing this, Sun Hang immediately took out the banknotes from his pocket.

The paper money turned into a tattered food coupon, and the denomination changed from fifty cents to five liters of rice, but on the front of the food coupon, there was a bright red seal.

"[Void]."

[PS I'd like to ask for leave in advance. I have to go on a business trip during the National Day holiday. My schedule is very full and I probably won't have time to write. And it is well known that I don't have any drafts saved, so it is estimated that I may need 10-2 days off from October 10nd to October 4th. The specific number of days will depend on the actual arrangements at that time.

Of course, I can't rule out the possibility of returning to the hotel to pick up my phone and write at night after work... But I definitely can't write 4000 words a day. 】

(End of this chapter)