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Chapter 186 Don’t look back

"Is that so?" Lin Hun nodded and tilted his head upwards, his eyes tilted upwards, one hand pulling his hair and the other holding his weapon. "I really didn't realize these things. When I saw zombies in the Undead Asylum before, I thought they had no hair because they were too weak. I didn't expect that once you become an undead, your state would be constant."

"No, not necessarily." Brother Huixin denied Lin Hun's speculation and made his own judgment. "The undead are not a popular identity outside. Although I have never been to the Undead Asylum, I guess it should be a place where the undead are imprisoned. So the reason why the zombies there are bald is probably because they were captured in the undead state and their hair was cut off."

"It is indeed possible," Lin Hun nodded in agreement. After all, it would be a bit strange if all the zombies in the Northern Undead Asylum were bald, unless becoming undead also had the effect of hair loss.

Lin Hun didn't care much about the hair that many immortals desired. He cut a strand on the left, then on the right, and each time he only cut off a few strands and then found a new angle when he was not satisfied.

Brother Huixin watched Lin Hun pointing the sword at his head over and over again, fearing that he would accidentally slip and stab himself. Even though the undead can be resurrected, it would be somewhat embarrassing to accidentally kill himself while cutting his own hair.

"Hey! That's not right! Why do I feel like it would be quite interesting if the little ghost really killed himself?"

A hint of anticipation and curiosity gradually appeared in the worry in Brother Dixin's eyes.

However, Lin Hun still disappointed Brother Huixin. Ever since he began to absorb souls, his wrist and arm strength had been fully enhanced and were strong enough. In addition, after the "fire" of the "bloodline" world, Lin Hun's control over his own strength had reached a new level. He just held the Black Knight Sword horizontally without even shaking the blade, and only cut off one or two swords each time.

"Oh, it's so troublesome to cut my own hair. I can't see the right position and I really don't know where to start," Lin Hun murmured in his heart.

Since he wanted to cut his hair, Lin Hun didn't care if it was too long or too short. He was just afraid that in the end one side of his hair would be long while the other side would be short.

Even if you can wear a helmet to block others from seeing you, you will still feel uncomfortable.

Feeling the gazes of the people around him, Lin Hun suddenly realized.

"I can't do it by myself, so why don't I find someone else to help me cut it!"

"Brother is right beside me, how can asking for help from him be called a problem?"

Lin Hun raised his arm and let the hair in his palm slip through his fingers, and he threw a few strands of hair in his hand into the campfire in front of him.

Lin Hun turned around and waved to Brother Huixin in the distance, calling him over:

"Brother! Come here and help me."

Brother Huixin didn't doubt him and came in front of Lin Hun with a few big strides.

Lin Hun didn't hesitate to hand the weapon to Brother Huixin, pointed at his head, and turned around:

"Brother, I can't cut the hair on top of my head by myself, so I have to trouble you to help me cut it."

As he spoke, Lin Hun stretched out his other hand and inserted the five fingers into his hair, and put forward a request of his own, "By the way, let's use the thickness of my fingers as the limit, longer ones are also fine."

Lin Hun, who had long realized that he was different from traditional undead, always felt that his hair would continue to grow, so he decided to go all out and cut it shorter this time.

Looking at the sword handed over by Lin Hun, Brother Huixin was a little hesitant. He was unwilling to draw his own sword, let alone take someone else's sword.

He stayed in the sacrificial site for so long because he wanted to be a lazy person and never touch those things involving fighting and killing again.

But looking at the sword and exposed neck handed to him by Lin Hun, Brother Huixin really didn't want to let Lin Hun down.

Lin Hun only thought that Brother Dixin stayed in the sacrificial site because he felt that the road ahead was difficult and the mission was hopeless, and he didn't know that he was unwilling to draw his sword.

After waiting for a while, the long sword in his hand was still not taken away, and Lin Hun couldn't help but shout in confusion, "Brother?"

"Oh well!"

"I picked up the sword just to get a haircut, so it shouldn't matter, right?"

Thinking of Brother Huixin, he took Lin Hun's weapon with one hand. However, he didn't expect that the moment Lin Hun let go, he felt a sinking sensation. Feeling the weight of the weapon, his heart was instantly startled. He immediately grabbed it with his other hand to stabilize the sword and avoid making a fool of himself.

"Hiss——Is the Black Knight's sword heavy? Made, I thought it was so light when I saw this kid holding it so easily."

Brother Huixin raised the Black Knight Sword with both hands. It was the first time he held such a heavy weapon and his arms couldn't help but tremble. Of course, whether the trembling was because the weapon was too heavy or because he was worried was another matter. It was probably both.

Looking at Lin Hun's thin arms again, Brother Huixin felt that it was a little unreal.

"This kid's arms aren't as thick as mine, but he can lift such a heavy piece of iron!? Have I always underestimated him?"

Seeing that Brother Dixin hadn't made any move, Lin Hun thought that he didn't know how to cut his hair, so he inserted both hands into his hair at the same time, sinking deep into the roots:

"My finger is right here. Just follow the direction and cut the hair on top."

"It's okay, don't worry..." Brother Huixin gritted his teeth and kept lifting and lowering the Black Knight Sword in his hand. His arms tried to adapt to its weight, but he never showed his fear. "Wait for me to see how to cut the hair straighter."

"Okay, then you decide for yourself. I don't have many requirements, just want it to be smooth," Lin Hun shrugged and said nothing more. Since he trusted Brother Gray Heart and asked him to help him cut his hair, Lin Hun would not say anything and interfere too much.

After a while, Brother Huixin still hadn't made a move. Lin Hun kept his ears open behind him and could hear the noise behind him getting louder and louder.

"Huh? Why is the breathing of my brother behind me getting heavier?"

When Lin Hun was alone and had nothing to do, he always liked to daydream. All kinds of things in his brain and DNA jumped out. Faced with this situation, Lin Hun couldn't help but say a sentence in his mind:

"Lin Hun, don't look back. I am your elder brother."

Thinking of this, Lin Hun could not help but shudder, but he did not notice that Brother Huixin behind him had already barely held the long sword horizontally with both hands. His heavy breathing was probably due to the fact that he had never used such a heavy weapon before. However, his fighting skills were still there, and he could still swing neatly.

Brother Huixin held his breath and focused, aiming at Lin Hun's head, or more precisely, the hair on his head. He slowly calmed himself down and adjusted his state of mind. For Brother Huixin, shaving someone's head with a short sword was like the first time for a young lady to get into a bridal sedan.

"Now!" When Brother Huixin felt that the time was right, a cold light trailed behind the sword and the long sword scratched Lin Hun's hair.

Just at this moment, Lin Hun started to tremble.

"scare!"

The two of them moved almost at the same time. Brother Huixin never thought that Lin Hun would do this little trick while cutting his hair. He was shocked, and the sword had already been swung out and there was no way to retract it. He could only raise his wrist desperately.

"Swish!" With a crisp sound, the jet-black hair slid down from behind Lin Hun like steps.

Lin Hun just felt a chill on his head, and everything was over.