Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

[Magic: 0-0]

[Defense: 1-3]

[Magic Control: 1-4]

[Accuracy: 7]

[Agility: 19]

Luck: 0

[Magic Evasion: 10%]

……

A moment later, the mage who had taken the Sea Soul walked towards the big tree where Lin Mu was.

He looked around, clutching the Sea Soul in his hand, his face wary.

He stopped abruptly as he walked under the tree.

Something seems off.

He looked up, wanting to glance at the sky.

In that instant, Lin Mu jumped down from the tree.

Using the force of its fall, the wooden sword slashed fiercely towards the mage's neck.

puff.

-12

Crit!

It seems the neck is also a weak point.

The mage screamed in agony as blood gushed from his neck, and he was slashed to the ground.

Lin Mu raised his hand and swung his sword again, intending to finish off the enemy.

But the mage reacted quickly, rolling on the ground and causing Lin Mu's sword to miss.

However, he has already turned green.

The mage rolled over without even looking back, got up and ran.

Lin Mu then took out the two silver bracelets and the ordinary iron sword from his Qiankun bag and quickly put them on.

Agility increased from 19 to 21, and attack also increased from 5 to 12.

Then they chased after the mage, their speed noticeably increasing.

However, he noticed that in addition to the -10 damage from the poison, the mage was still bleeding from the wound on his neck.

-1, -1...

One point of health is lost every three seconds.

Bleeding effect?

He had been fighting monsters for so many days, and this was the first time he had ever seen anything like this.

The orc warrior was so badly injured, yet he didn't bleed at all.

It seems that orcs are indeed orcs, with thick skin and tough flesh, unlike humans.

As the monk ran, he took out some wound medicine (center) and poured it into his mouth.

The bleeding effect stopped immediately after drinking the healing potion, and at the same time, it restored 1 point of health per second, which offset some of the poison damage, but there was still 7 points of poison damage every three seconds.

Lin Mu didn't have time to think much and accelerated.

Ten seconds later, he had caught up with the mage.

Hearing footsteps behind him, the monk turned around in alarm.

He was met with Lin Mu's second sword strike.

puff.

-8,

The sword struck the mage's back, leaving another deep wound that exposed the bone.

The monk screamed and collapsed to the ground.

The monk struggled to get up, but his legs were too weak.

The mage, who already had the lowest health among the three classes, now had almost no health left, and his running speed had obviously slowed down.

Lin Mu carried his sword and walked over step by step.

The monk's face turned pale. He hadn't expected this person to run so fast, and more importantly, the poison wound was so severe, which was beyond his comprehension. Even the Golden Wound Medicine couldn't stop the poison wound, and he frantically reached into his robes.

He pulled out a bottle of sun-dried water, unscrewed the cap, and was about to pour it into his mouth.

In that instant, Lin Mu's sword arrived.

clang!

The iron sword struck the sun bottle with pinpoint accuracy.

The bottle shattered, spilling golden liquid all over the floor.

The monk was stunned.

"My sun water..."

Lin Mu gave him no time to react before the third sword strike came down.

The mage raised his hand in despair, "Lightning spell."

A bolt of lightning struck Lin Mu.

巅！

Lin Mu neither dodged nor evaded, and swung his sword down.

The lightning struck Lin Mu squarely in the chest.

-30

Lin Mu felt a shiver run through his body, and his hair stood on end.

But he didn't stop.

Using the momentum of his forward charge, he swung the iron sword at the mage's neck.

puff.

-18!

The monk's eyes widened, and he made a gurgling sound in his throat.

Then, he collapsed to the ground.

It stopped moving.

Lin Mu knelt on one knee, panting heavily.

He cast a healing spell on himself and drank a small bottle of wound medicine.

+2, +2, +2...

Looking at the mage's corpse on the ground.

He reached down and pulled off the Qiankun bag hanging from his waist, along with a brocade pouch.

Without taking a closer look, Lin Mu stuffed the item into his arms and ran away.

The thunder just now was really loud.

He ran a short distance and quickly climbed up another big tree.

The dense foliage obscured his figure.

Just as they crouched down on the tree trunk, the warrior and the Taoist rushed to the mage's corpse.

"The third one!"

The warrior shouted and rushed to the mage's side, embracing his head.

The monk's eyes were still open, and blood was still seeping from the wound on his neck.

The female Taoist priest squatted down and reached out to check the monk's breath.

He shook his head, his face ashen.

The soldier froze.

He suddenly stood up, grabbed the Eight Directions sword, and looked around.

"Where is he?! Where is that bastard?!"

"They can't have gone far. Chase them!"

The two men, carrying weapons, chased after each other into the depths of the woods.

Lin Mu squatted on the tree, watching their figures disappear into the woods.

He let out a soft breath only after the footsteps had faded into the distance.

But Lin Mu did not let his guard down.

I spent half the day hiding in the tree.

The tree trunk hurt his buttocks, but he didn't move and even suppressed his breathing to the lowest possible level.

With nothing else to do, he probed his consciousness into the Qiankun bag and the brocade pouch.

Let's look at the Qiankun Bag first.

Two cubic meters, twice the size of his own.

This bag alone is worth 1.5 gold coins.

Five bottles of sun-dried water.