Chapter 50

I don't know when the middle-aged Hunter didn't move at all.

"Uncle?"

Yilin asked again.

Still no response.

I don't know when to start

The hunter was cold and had no breath.

When I put it down, I found that the middle-aged hunter kept a posture of turning his head and a strange expression on his face.

Laugh rather than laugh, cry rather than cry.

So he died straight.

Died on Irene's back.

I don't know what scene the middle-aged hunter saw when he looked back before he died.

Scared to death?

Or die in a dream?

Yilin doesn't know.

Yilin lowered his head and looked at the middle-aged hunter's body. His expression was more dignified: "is it..."

"How could this creature appear in the trial on the fourth floor?"

"Could it be that... She is the ghost king?"

Yilin shook his head. The ability shown by the female ghost in red was mysterious. Although Yilin had some guesses in his heart, he still couldn't make a conclusion because of the lack of information.

"Unfortunately, I was distracted by that voice at that time, otherwise I could remind you not to look back."

Yilin sighed softly, mourned for the middle-aged hunter for a few seconds, stood in place and thought for a moment, then picked up the middle-aged hunter's body again and walked along the gravel road.

After walking out of the dense forest, the vision is much wider.

Although the air is still filled with a light layer of fog, it is nothing compared with the concentration of fog in the dead forest.

Looking into the distance, a few wisps of light smoke curled up along the gravel road.

Yilin estimated that the light smoke was not far from here.

Looking farther, a mountain peak with a strange shape stood under the clouds, looking a little lonely.

Yilin squinted at the mountain.

Looking more carefully, it was like a skeleton head. The two eyes of the skeleton head were dark. I didn't know whether it was two caves or two shadows. Yilin was too far away to see clearly.

After looking at her for a long time, Yilin had a feeling of being stared at by the skull, which made people creepy.

In the blink of an eye, the feeling fades away, like an illusion.

"Eh! It tastes a little! Is that ghost fog mountain?"

After entering the inner world, the scenes are strange everywhere.

But Yilin couldn't help laughing.

significant.

While pondering the plot hint that appeared in front of her not long ago, Yilin walked towards the crowd in the distance.

Along the way, there are many barren graves scattered among weeds, and the graves are also covered with weeds.

Most of the wasteland tombs have only set up a broken wooden board. The handwriting on the board has become mottled and difficult to recognize with the sun and rain. Some are covered with moss and some have long decayed.

Some graves don't even have simple tombstones. They are just a bald grave. From time to time, crows fall on the grave and cry. At first glance, the hoarse crow's cry sounds like mourning.

About half an hour later.

With the hunter's body on his back, Yilin finally reached the place where light smoke was located.

This is a small village.

A stone tablet stands at the village gate.

The stone tablet seems to have a certain year, and the handwriting is vague. Only the last two words can be vaguely recognized——

"... shadow village"

The whole village was surrounded by a circle of mud walls about one person high. A few wisps of light smoke floated from the village. The location identified by Yilin from a distance should be here. There's nothing wrong.

At the gate of the village, there sat a yellow skinned little boy. The boy was listless, drooping his head and chewing a crumpled grass in his mouth.

Yilin approached the village step by step with the middle-aged hunter on his back.

The whole village gives people a feeling of lethargy. Crows squat on the mud and stone roof, and Brucea Javanica is surging and dark.

Except for the little boy at the entrance of the village, Yilin didn't see any other villagers.

The little boy looked up at Yilin and lowered again.

Keep chewing the grass in your mouth.

It seems to taste good.

Yilin put down the body on his back, smiled and asked, "look, is this the people in your village?"

The little boy looked up again and his eyes fell on the middle-aged hunter's face with a strange expression.

A moment later, the little boy nodded numbly: "it's hunter Zhang. Is he asleep?"

"No, he's dead."

When the little boy heard the speech, his dull expression was slightly moved. He stayed in place for a few seconds before he reacted.

"Hunter Zhang is dead?"

"Yes, dead."

The little boy suddenly jumped up from the ground, ran to the village and shouted——

"No! No! Hunter Zhang is dead!"

"No! No! Hunter Zhang is dead!"

Hearing the little boy's voice, there was no movement in the village.

Half a minute later, a door opened with a chirp, and a trembling old man came out of it.

The little boy shouted like a funeral near the entrance of the village, and suddenly went back to the entrance of the village. He stared at Yilin.

To be exact, it should be staring at the black robe on Yilin.

"Are you... A ghost hunter?"

Yilin smiled and nodded: "it's true."

The little boy suddenly grinned when he heard the speech.

His thin little body did not know where the power came from, and ran into the village at a faster speed than before.

"Great! Great! Another ghost hunter is coming! Another ghost hunter is coming!"

"Great! Great! Another ghost hunter is coming! Another ghost hunter is coming!"

"Great! Great! Another ghost hunter is coming! Another ghost hunter is coming!"

The children reported the death of Hunter Zhang twice.

The Ghost Hunter... The child shouted three times.

Really... Say something important three times.

That scene reminded Yilin of a word:

Like to hear and see, happy people, celebrate all over the world, and run around to tell them.

Abbreviation

The news is so exhilarating that everyone is celebrating and spreading it to the rest of the world.

Yilin is a little curious. How did the boy cry for hunter Zhang one second before and become so happy the next?

Wait

Yilin said two words to the little boy and tasted it slightly.

"Also dead... Again...?"

And this lifeless village seems to have come to life after hearing the word "Ghost Hunter".

……

……

In a dark room.

A fire rose in the middle.

On the fire, there was a potholed iron pot hanging.

In the iron pot, there was a pot of green wild vegetable soup, and hot air constantly came out of the pot, emitting a trace of strange taste.

Two men, a woman and an old man.

The four people sat on the four corners of the iron pot and sat on the ground.

being at a loss what to do.

The old man with gray hair is haggard and has a sallow complexion.

He moved his lips several times, looked at the other three, and seemed to want to say something.

But in front of him, the three young ghost hunters seemed to shoot sparks at each other. The strange atmosphere made it extremely difficult for him to even open his mouth.

Many villagers were lying out of the window, looking at the scene in the house through the windows.

In this broad day, the light in the house is dim, but it is because the windows are full of people.

Yilin suddenly smiled.

He picked up the humble earthen bowl in front of him with a hole in it.

Yilin didn't care, scooped a bowl of steaming wild vegetable soup and drank it in front of the other three people.

Goo Goo——

A handsome man.

A girl with long hair and a shawl.

The brush focused his eyes on Yilin.

Yilin blew a breath into the bowl, smiled at them, and said gently, "it tastes good, but it's a little lighter. You can try it?"