Chapter 63

Li Changge looked confused.

Winmanny held her chin, flushed and whispered, "Wow, my songs are so handsome without expression!"

"Hero! You are really a hero!"

The village head held Li Changge's hand tightly and shook it constantly. His nose and tears couldn't stop flowing down.

Li Changge was not sure. He silently opened the "ghost list" and took a look.

Take another look.

Nima is the tail of a crane?

How can it be like a hero's triumph?

How did the old man ignore list 1, list 2, list 3 and list 4 and run straight to himself with gratitude?

Li Changge looked back quietly.

Zhitian dance just put away the knife and took a few steps. The ground chapped and shook.

Look at Yilin again

Eh? Where have people gone?

Look at Pan Zhengyi

He was squatting on the ground, picking his nostrils with a giggle on his face.

Look at Winnie.

He was staring at Li Changge with adoration on his face.

Li Changge suddenly understood the old village head's mentality. The older he was, the better he was.

At a glance, only he is the most handsome, harmless and able to communicate with people and animals.

"Old village head, you see, we killed all night, seven in and seven out of the evil ghost army, and cut countless evil ghosts by the knife. How can we..."

Li Changge smiled, stretched out his index finger and thumb and rubbed them in front of the old village head.

People understand gestures.

"Ghost hunter, this..."

The old village head looked embarrassed.

Embarrassment?

Why is it so difficult? There is a play!

Li Changge, an experienced old actor, hurriedly performed a sad expression: "old village head, you are like this... It's difficult for us to do it!"

The word "difficult" is stressed.

The old village head was silent and tangled.

Li Changge continued to give full play to the film emperor's acting skills, fooling hard and fooling to death.

"Your village has a long history,"

"There must be some magic weapon handed down from ancient times?"

"There is no magic weapon armor. Should there be a secret script of magic skills like ghost killing?"

"Even if not, there must be some medicine, Dan and so on, which can improve their strength?"

"Our ghost hunter is a super high-risk profession. It's not easy, okay!"

"As the village head, we kill ghosts for you. You should provide us with a little protection, right?"

"I have already said that I will expel all ghosts from the ghost fog mountain, leaving none!"

When it comes to the emotional part, Li Changge's eyes are red, and films of Huaguang special effects are pouring out behind his back again.

The passionate BGM haunts the ear.

"Good!"

The old village head suddenly raised his head, as if he had made up his mind.

……

……

Yilin quietly came to the one armed old man while others were not paying attention.

"You survived?"

When the old ghost hunter saw Yilin, his eyes showed a trace of surprise. It seemed that he didn't expect that Yilin could survive the ghost tide last night.

Yilin smiled and walked into the dark room.

In one corner of the room, there was still a dim yellow candle.

On the ground, there are still countless bone carvings.

The hazy face on the bone carving, I don't know what the old man is carving.

"The ghost gas on you... How many ghosts did you kill!"

The old ghost hunter's nose moved slightly. After a few seconds, the turbid eyes hidden behind his hair glowed slightly.

"276 level-D ghosts and 6 Level-C ghost soldiers."

Yilin gave out the figures accurately.

"Hey..." the old ghost hunter sneered at his speech.

I don't know what I'm laughing at.

He sat down, picked up the broken knife, and picked up a half carved human bone with two dark soles of his feet.

He held the right hand of the broken knife and trembled slightly in the void.

Yilin stood aside, his expression unchanged, stared at the old ghost hunter with a calm look, and didn't bother.

“……”

A few minutes later, the old ghost hunter put down the broken knife again.

It didn't go on after all.

"Why don't you get out?"

Yilin smiled and said, "you don't care about me. I look at mine and you carve yours."

"Hum, you're in my way."

The old ghost hunter snorted impatiently.

"That's your own mess, so you can't cut." Yilin shook his head and said softly.

The old ghost hunter was shocked. He suddenly raised his head and drank to Yi linli: "roll -"

"Oh."

Yilin smiled, rolling is naturally impossible.

They stared at each other for five minutes.

The old ghost hunter bowed his head dejectedly: "I've taught you the secret of ghost killing."

Yilin shook his head: "but I want to learn the art of killing."

As she spoke, Yilin pulled out blood jasmine from her waist.

The special shape and the deep blood groove on the blade made the old ghost hunter completely silent.

As we all know, ghosts don't need to bleed.

Bleeding can kill only people.

This is not the size of the sabre worn by ordinary ghost hunters.

The short Sabre of this shape is mainly dangerous and suitable for assassination.

But it's not suitable for killing ghosts.

The old ghost hunter knew it at a glance.

Suddenly, the old ghost hunter sighed deeply.

He said in a low voice: "hum, the candle is going out. What should I do without wax..."

"Without lights, old man, I can't carve bones..."

"What should I do... Cough, cough."

Yilin was slightly stunned.

With these words, the old ghost hunter bowed his head and fiddled with the human bones on the ground and stopped talking.

Wax?

What is this?

Have you entered any plot again?

Yilin suddenly remembered the strange object he found from the corpse of class C ghost soldiers.

i see.

"You wait for me."

When Yilin entered the door again, he held six "ghost wax" in his hand.

……

[ghost wax]

[grade] none

[description] ghost wax made of ghost soldier fat seems to be used to ignite. Note: it cannot be brought out of the world.

……

Whew!

The candle in the corner of the house was completely extinguished.

The old ghost hunter just took the ghost wax from Yilin's hand, picked a small piece of ghost wax and lit it.

With the burning of ghost wax, a strange fragrance diluted the odor in the house.

The old ghost hunter sucked his nose and his expression was a little comfortable.

"You come with me."

The old ghost hunter silently took Yilin outside the village.

Here, there is a messy forest.

On the ground, there is an axe.

The ground was littered with piles of wood.

This seems to be a place for cutting firewood.

The old ghost hunter picked up a log thicker than the diameter of his head, and the remaining right hand easily lifted the axe.

make love.

When the old ghost hunter was young, he should not be a simple figure.

Just look at this firewood cutting action, you can get a glimpse.

The axe is very dull, and the edge of the axe is rusty and even cracked.

But the old ghost hunter used this rusty axe to easily cut a log into boards.

The old ghost hunter carefully erected the board and stood in front of Yilin.

“？”

Yilin looked at the old ghost hunter.

A question mark slowly came out.

"Cut it."

The old ghost hunter took a breath and sat down on the ground.

The corners of his mouth even aroused a joking smile.

Yilin frowned slightly. Is this the art of killing?

But after thinking for a moment, Yilin didn't say much. He always felt that the old ghost hunter's behavior seemed to have some deep meaning.

Besides, it was not easy to cut firewood just now.

Thinking of this, Yilin stepped forward and prepared to pick up the rusty axe.

"Hey, hey, hey."

The old ghost hunter laughed at this scene.

Yilin ignored the nervous old ghost hunter, just picked up the rusty axe, held it high and chopped down at the board.

Fall heavily.

It's full of momentum.

But the next second.

Yilin was stunned.

Duang！

Yilin felt his palm numb, and the axe in his hand almost flew out.

On the axe, there was just a piece of wood, and a gap broke out.

A crack extends from the notch to the handle of the axe.

Yilin reasonably speculated that as long as he tried again, the axe might break in two.

"Hey, hey... Cough, cough!" The old ghost hunter laughed wildly. He was so angry that he finally became a dry cough.

Yilin frowned, raised his axe and looked at it for a long time.

Suddenly, in a very serious tone, he turned his head and asked, "this axe... Can I grind it?"