Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Of course, it's not a shadow.

It's a tangible object.

Moreover, this object—

Boom!

Like a bundle of grenades exploding, flames shot up to the sky.

The shadowy figure holding a long knife, the "collaborator", and the "dealer" were all engulfed by the flames.

The "collaborator" and "dealer" who bore the brunt were directly torn apart by the explosion.

The shadowy figure with the long knife swung the knife swiftly.

The blade light formed a continuous veil, enveloping itself within.

A shield entirely made of blade light formed instantly.

The flames and shrapnel were blocked by this blade light shield.

About ten meters away, the dejected middle-aged man appeared again.

Different from the previously sleepy look.

This time, the dejected middle-aged man opened his eyes, with a hint of madness, his hands mimicking the shape of a gun, constantly making "bang bang bang" sounds with his mouth, drool flowing out.

The blade light shield, struggling to defend against the explosion, shattered under the barrage of invisible bullets.

Blood splattered from the shadowy figure's body.

Rolling backward, retreating.

The dejected middle-aged man pursued relentlessly.

Bang bang bang!

More invisible bullets hit the shadowy figure.

Blooms of blood flowered.

After being hit ten times, the shadowy figure seemed to lose mobility, even the long knife in his hand fell, leaving only gasping and vomiting blood.

Fresh blood mixed with fragments of organs was spat out, mouthful by mouthful.

The face with the scar, under the stain of blood, looked even more ferocious.

"Ha, 'Jing's Six Evil Hounds'?"

"You really opened my eyes."

"Bit."

The dejected middle-aged man spoke full of mockery.

"Although you made that guy immune to my subordinates' 'language trap', you're not very smart yourself, not just dumb, but reckless—is it because you're used to a title like 'Jing's Six Evil Hounds' that you've completely lost yourself?"

The dejected middle-aged man continued speaking.

The shadow named "Bit" tried to struggle to sit up.

But—

Bang!

With another shot from the air gun, the shadow utterly lost the ability to move, falling once more.

"What do you mean I made him 'immune'? I didn't do anything!"

The shadow said this as he turned and reached for his long knife.

Bang!

The air gun sounded again, this shot pierced the shadow's palm.

Moreover, the dejected middle-aged man lifted a foot and kicked the long knife even further away.

After doing all this, the dejected middle-aged man turned to look at the shadow.

"Not very bright, but your vitality is really unexpected, most people would be dead after taking a shot to the vital area from me, you've been hit more than ten times and can still move, truly impressive."

The dejected middle-aged man said with a click of his tongue.

As for what the shadow said?

He didn't believe it at all.

If it weren't for the shadow helping that "postman", how could an ordinary "postman" avoid his subordinate's "language trap"?

"Did Jing only send you?"

"One of the 'Six Evil Hounds' is simply not enough..."

Poof!

Before the words could leave his mouth, a long knife swept across the dejected middle-aged man's neck.

It was the long knife that was kicked away.

It came back.

No one was holding the knife.

It simply flew back on its own.

The dejected middle-aged man's head flew up, the blood from his chest cavity spraying over two meters high with a "poof".

The shadowy figure let out a weird laugh.

"To deal with you rats, one of the 'Six Evil Hounds' is enough!"

The words were filled with pride and smugness.

And just at this moment—

"Do you think an evil hound catching a rat... counts as a dog meddling with mice?"