Fifth Uncle shot his own large dog dead without the slightest hesitation.
All he cared about was his nephew.
He strode over to Lin Feng, hauled him up, and shoved him behind his back.
"Be careful."
Lin Feng felt the tremendous strength in that hand.
Fifth Uncle had never intended to hide his strength.
Judging roughly by the force of his grip, saying he could kill a Niu with one punch was neither a joke nor a figure of speech. He really could kill a Niu.
He had the strength to shatter Shi.
As he walked, he kept his eyes on the open Spider-Leg Passage. Inside, the eight-armed "guru" hesitated. He could not bear to leave, yet dared not crawl out. To him, sunlight was a scorching branding iron. Having sunlight fall on his body was like being branded.
These creatures of the mud had an extraordinary craving for the living.
He lurked in the shadows, eyeing Lin Feng hungrily.
That was the scent of fresh flesh and blood.
That was the scent that drove him mad.
Seeing this, Fifth Uncle spat some fibrous plant residue out of his mouth, loaded his gun with a savage motion, and fired into the opening, sending dust flying. He seemed completely unconcerned with the taboos he usually warned others about, brazenly leaving traces of himself in the jungle. He told his "still-shaken" nephew, "See that? That's a prince from one generation of the Pagan Dynasty.
"I told you, a man can be fierce as a tiger, withdraw like a tortoise, or be cunning as a fox, but he must never be stupid as a pig!
"This is what happens to fools!
"Some monks of the Pagan Dynasty were buried there with him. This prince studied Buddhist teachings for three years, then dreamed of