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

The Woma Guardian turned green, and -17, -17, -17... floated above its head.

Holding a broadsword in his left hand and a longsword in his right, crossed in front of him, he charged towards Lin Mu. His steps were heavy, each one thudding on the stone slabs. Lin Mu turned and ran, circling around to the other side of the corner. The Woma Guards gave chase, but Lin Mu circled back again.

This thing only knows melee combat and runs a little faster than ordinary monsters, but not by much. Lin Mu circled around the corner, sometimes running east, sometimes west. The Woma Guards followed him, their swords whistling through the air, but they couldn't hit him.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes. The poison was gone. Lin Mu sprinkled another handful of powder.

This time, the Woma Guardian seemed to have learned its lesson and actually raised its swords to slash at the powder, trying to block it. However, the powder was scattered in the air, spreading slightly. The airflow from the swords could only cause a brief disturbance and couldn't stop it at all; the powder still landed on it.

Lin Mu continued sprinkling the powder, while the Woma Guardian slashed at the air repeatedly, for about half an hour.

The Woma Guardian's health had dropped to less than one-tenth. Lin Mu was thinking that with a little more effort, he could finish it off when a figure suddenly appeared around the corner.

A bearded male warrior wearing heavy armor, holding a Shura sword, stood there and glanced at it.

"Hey, someone's out hunting Woma Guardians all by themselves?"

A hint of surprise flickered in his eyes. This young Taoist priest, all by himself, had managed to whittle down the health of so many Woma Guardians using poison. The warrior said nothing, turned, and ran.

Lin Mu's heart skipped a beat. He'd seen this tactic before; the soldier hadn't left, he'd sent someone. He quickly led the Woma Guard in the opposite direction, trying to find another place. But after walking a short distance, he looked back and saw that the soldier hadn't gone far, still following behind, dangling at a distance.

Lin Mu grew anxious. He bypassed the Woma Guards and ran directly towards the soldiers.

"What do you mean by following me?" Lin Mu stared at him. "If you want to keep following me around, don't blame me for being impolite."

The soldier paused for a moment, then laughed. A mere Taoist priest, daring to give him attitude?

Without saying a word, he grabbed Shura and charged forward.

The assassination sword technique was executed; a white light flashed from the tip of the blade as it headed straight for Lin Mu's chest.

Chapter 38 Exquisite Platinum Ring

Lin Mu dodged to the side, and the white light grazed his clothes before striking the Woma Guard behind him squarely.

-39

The Woma Guardian shuddered, his crimson eyes fixed on the warrior, and he swung his broadsword in his left hand and his longsword in his right, striking out simultaneously.

The warrior dodged to the side, and the Woma Guard's sword missed its mark, crashing to the ground and sending stone chips flying. He cursed and bypassed the Woma Guard to continue chasing Lin Mu.

The two men circled the Woma Guardian like a cat chasing a mouse, while the Woma Guardian followed in the middle, wildly swinging his sword and blade, nearly striking the pursuing warrior several times. The warrior dodged left and right, chasing Lin Mu while avoiding the Woma Guardian's attacks, cursing under his breath.

The warrior chased for two laps and was about to catch up when he rushed forward. The Shura sword, flashing white light, was raised above his head and aimed at Lin Mu's back. With a shout, he slashed down.

Lin Mu caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, suddenly ducked down, crawled under the Woma Guardian's crotch, and scrambled to the other side.

The warrior's blade couldn't be stopped; the "Attack and Kill Sword Technique" cleaved the Woma Guardian's leg again, -24.

The Woma Guardian felt the pain again, locked onto the warrior, and swung his swords and blades at him. The warrior staggered back several steps, the swords and blades striking the spot where he had just stood, leaving two more deep trenches in the ground.

"Damn it!" the soldier cursed, sweat pouring down his forehead.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Mu peeked out from behind the Woma Guards, took out a handful of gray powder, and sprinkled it on the soldiers.

Instantly, the warrior was enveloped in a green light, and -17, -17, -17... floated above his head.

The soldier's face changed. He dodged the Woma Guards' attacks while chugging wound medicine down his throat. But the medicine's healing speed couldn't keep up with the poison's effects. Before long, he drank another bottle of Sun Water, but it still didn't work. After the second and third bottles, his face had turned pale.

"Your poison...it's so strange." The warrior downed another bottle of Sun Water, then turned and ran. As he ran, he spurred his horse and galloped away at breakneck speed, disappearing into the depths of the passage. Lin Mu watched the direction he vanished, his lips twitching. So panicked, wasn't he afraid of running into a monster horde?

But at that moment, he had no time to think further, as the Woma Guardians caught up with him again.

……

Three more minutes passed.

The Woma Guardian finally couldn't hold on any longer, and its massive body crashed to the ground.

Experience gained: 7000

A blinding burst of light exploded from the corpse, covering a 6x6 area with debris. Lin Mu's eyes turned red, and he lunged forward to pick it up.

"brush!"

A green light followed by a red light landed on his head. -1, -1, -1... floated out from above his head.

Lin Mu turned around abruptly. A male Taoist priest wearing a soul battle suit appeared at the corner where the warrior had just left.

Lin Mu gritted his teeth and threw a handful of gray powder back at the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest turned green, and -17, -17, -17... floated above his head.

Lin Mu didn't care about anything else and bent down to pick them up.

A platinum ring has been discovered!

The Taoist priest struck again. A Soul Fire Talisman flew over and hit Lin Mu on the back with a thud, reducing his health by 28. Lin Mu grunted, downed a bottle of Sun Water, and continued picking up items without looking up.

The Sibelle bracelet has been discovered!

Another fire talisman flew over, -25. Another bottle of Sun Water was poured in.

Two Eternal Snow Frosts have been discovered!

Another fire talisman, -32. Another bottle filled.

A small fragment of the Qi and Blood Stone has been discovered!

His hands moved so fast they were like a wound-up toy; he picked up things, drank medicine, picked up things, drank medicine, and did both at the same time.

Footsteps approached in the distance; more people were arriving. Lin Mu glanced at the remaining items on the ground, gritted his teeth, gulped down the last bottle of Sun Water, and turned to run.

He took a couple of steps, patted the brocade pouch, and a pony appeared out of thin air. He mounted it, spurred his legs, and the horse galloped off. It rounded one bend, then another, and the figure behind him vanished.

Lin Mu didn't stop, and rode for a while longer. When he heard that no one was chasing him, he reined in his horse and hid in a side road. He dismounted and leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

Meanwhile, next to the corpse of the Woma Guardian, the Taoist priest was frantically chugging Sun Water into his mouth. After the first bottle went down, his health increased slightly, but the poison damage kept ticking away, -17, -17 every three seconds, which brought him down again.

"What the hell is this poison..." he gasped for breath, his voice hoarse.

He poured bottle after bottle of his life-saving instant-recovery potions into his mouth, his hands trembling as he drank.

The soldier next to him also arrived. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, he saw that the Taoist's head was still jumping -17, -17.

Without a word, he pulled out some "sunlight water" he had just borrowed from a Taoist priest and handed it over. The priest took it and started chugging it down—one bottle, two bottles, three bottles…

"Is there any more?!" The Taoist's voice changed.

The soldier turned around and shouted to those behind him, "Medicine! Get the medicine! Quickly!"

The Taoist priest who arrived later was stunned for a moment, then quickly ran over and took out several bottles of "sunlight water" from his storage bag and handed them over. The Taoist took them, one bottle, two bottles, three bottles... and the poison was finally eliminated.

He leaned against the wall, his legs weak, his face pale, and his forehead covered in sweat. Empty bottles were scattered all over the ground—bottles of sunscreen, bottles of wound medicine, lying haphazardly.

"I...I have those life-saving medicines..." The Taoist's voice trembled as he looked down and counted the bottles on the ground, his face turning even paler.

The warrior touched his empty storage bag, his face pale. The mage's hand trembled as he handed over several bottles of medicine—medicine he had saved for his own life.

None of the three spoke.

After a while, the soldier squatted down and reported the Woma Guards on the ground. Lin Mu, without bothering to gather the gold coins and potions he had picked up, said, "Hurry up and pick them up. If we pick them all up, we can at least break even."

The three of them squatted on the ground, frantically rummaging through the remaining items into their clothes. Gold coins, potions, and one or two pieces of unwanted junk equipment—regardless of their value, they picked them up first.

Lin Mu hid in the side passage, listening intently for a while. The footsteps didn't come this way, and the cursing gradually subsided. He peeked into the other end of the passage, but it was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

They probably didn't catch up.

He leaned against the wall and took out the platinum ring he had just picked up. (Taoist skill level: 0-7)

No, he glanced at it again.

[Platinum Ring, Taoist Skill 0-7, requires Taoist Skill 17]

It is indeed a top-grade item, with three more points of Taoist magic than the ordinary ones.

He immediately put it on, replacing the glass ring with a Taoist skill level of 0-2.

The Taoist skill level increased from 2-17 to 2-22.

Lin Mu licked his lips and glanced at the other end of the passage; it was very quiet.

"You trash, you stole my stuff, I'll poison you all again when I get back."

This time he took off his shoes and went barefoot, extinguished the torch, and walked very quietly.

As he rounded the last bend, firelight shone through from the front. He hid around the corner and peeked out.

The group didn't leave. There were six of them, holding torches that illuminated the small area, as they squatted on the ground picking up the remaining items.

Chapter 39 Attack 24 Shura

Lin Mu stared at the warrior's back, then glanced at the Taoist priest beside him, and the other person closest to him. The three of them squatted in a row, their heads huddled together, none of them looking in their direction.

He took out the gray powder, aimed it at the three people, and swished it three times...

[MP: 67/67 → 7/67]

Green light exploded on the three people one after another.

-22, -22...

"Damn it! Who is it?!"

"Poison! Someone's attacking!"

The three men jumped up. Lin Mu turned and ran, shouting as he ran, "You want to steal my things? You'll have to pay the price!"

No sooner had he shouted than a chorus of curses and footsteps erupted behind him; the group of people had caught up with him.

Lin Mu rode off without looking back. As he ran, he pulled out a torch, lit it, and drank a bottle of Sun Water, instantly restoring his mana to full.

[Sun Water, instantly restores 50 health points and 80 mana points].

The firelight flickered in the dark passage, illuminating a T-shaped fork in the road ahead. He reined in his horse, paused at the fork, and glanced back. The men, carrying torches, were chasing after him, their figures indistinct.

He turned right, ran a few steps, dismounted, patted the brocade pouch to rein in the horse, threw the torch on the ground, and then, hugging the shadow of the wall, quietly ran back to the T-junction and turned left.

A moment later, in the passage on the right, the group of people saw only a torch lying alone on the ground, with nothing else around it.

"What about people?"

"They're running this way! The torches are still burning!"

"He must have dropped the torch in his haste."