Prior to this, when Shao San had just started the game, a woman wearing a white dress with a thin veil shrouded in her face walked into the Wasteland Arena and handed over an embroidered bag to the staff, and asked them to hand it over to the ghost hunter after the game.

The hunter smelled the scent of flowers in his confusion, and when he opened his eyes with difficulty, he found himself lying on a large and soft and spacious bed, and in the center of the room there was a pool of water for bathing, from which the scent of flowers came from.

At this time, an old man with gray hair next to the pool was adding various petals to the pool, and he did not look back when he woke up when he saw the ghost hunter.

"Who are you?" Seeing this, the hunter was already a frightened bird, and quickly got up, but as soon as he moved, his whole body was numb, and his body spasmed and froze in place.

"The old woman is old, although she is not so particular about it, but she can't see that people are too sloppy, when you wash and go out, someone will show you the way, and it is not too late to ask again!" After the old man finished speaking, he walked out with his hands behind his back, but the ghost hunter could not move.

At this moment, under the bed in the room, in the dark corner, a large number of rats ran out of the pool, these rats are not afraid of people, and they are rushing towards the hunters, and even the hunters are stunned by this scene, and they want to run but can't move, and they are about to cry.

The rats swooped all over the hunter's body, and the hunter felt disgusted and hurriedly closed his eyes, and then he found that the rats were not coming to bite him, but were carrying him, as if trying to put him into the pool. But when I thought that there might still be rats soaked in the pool, I felt even more nauseous, and I just wanted to recover quickly so that I could escape from this hellish place.

As soon as he entered the water, the hunter felt that the pool water seeped into every inch of his skin, and a warm current flowed directly into his heart along the other side of the chest, and the sharp pain in his chest slowly eased, and his irritable heart gradually calmed down.

At this time, the ghost hunter noticed that the flower on his chest had turned purple red at some point, and now he was soaking in the pool water, and the flower on the other side emitted bursts of light purple gas, and the petals faded purple and returned to bright red.

The ghost hunter knows a lot about demonic energy, so he is sure that this purple smoke is not demonic energy, and with a pungent smell on the purple qi, the ghost hunter immediately thinks of the thousand-eyed spider venom when he was in the Easy City.

The water in the pool is not an ordinary spring water, it contains a large amount of pure true yuan, and the petals of this pool are all fairy grass, even if the ghost hunter does not know much, but he can roughly guess how expensive they are.

"Could it be him?" The ghost hunter immediately thought of the Wild Sky Marquis, after all, this is his territory, and he only knows him, who else will there be?

"Did I do something wrong?" After the ghost hunter calmed down, he recalled everything he had done in the martial arts arena before, and compared with the current attitude of the Wasteland Marquis towards him, his face flushed and he felt a little sorry for the Wasteland.

"Forget it, let's apologize to him when we meet!" the ghost hunter thought to himself.

"The water in the pond is good, but with so many rats, can't it be cleaned up?" said the ghost hunter bitterly.

However, it was at this time that he found that the pool of water was far from being as simple as he thought, not only did it have the effect of detoxification, but the pain in his internal organs and lungs caused by his previous old injuries was slowly reduced.

You must know that these old injuries have made the hunter hurt his brain, and he obviously hurt to death, but when he went to the hospital to see the wound doctor, he said that his body was fine, and the tweed on the other side, even though the effect was magical, the flesh and bones of the living and dead, but it could not cure the inexplicable pain of not knowing where the wound was.

The ghost hunter was overjoyed and took the opportunity to sit cross-legged in the pool to heal his injury, thinking that he was about to come back, and his heart blossomed, but after a while, happiness turned into bitterness.

He snorted and concentrated on his cultivation, only to realize that the pool of water was not helping him heal his dark wounds, but only helping him eliminate the pain.

"Well, that's not bad!" said the Ghost Hunter to himself with a smile.

After adjusting his mentality, he put aside all his thoughts and immersed himself in the pleasure of bathing, he had indeed not taken a bath for a long time, but his body was not as stinky as the old woman said, and the red dust fairy was not stained even if he walked in the dust.

After a long time, the ghost hunter finished washing, and scribbled his hair, his own clothes were already tattered, so he changed into the clean clothes that were ready to be placed on the side and pushed the door out.

"Wash, we-wow!" Standing at the door was the god of liberation, who pretended to hear the door, only to be stunned at the sight of the ghost.

People rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles, this sentence is not wrong at all.

When I saw the ghost hunter before, I didn't realize that he was so handsome, and his face was like a crown of jade.

The body is straight, the skin is fair, the cheeks are thin, the appearance is so handsome that it can almost be said to be beautiful, the sword eyebrows are in the sideburns, and the eyebrows reveal a violent atmosphere.

"Is that you?" the hunt was startled.

"That, before, I'm sorry!" he recalled the previous scene on the Martial God Arena and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and his face turned red.

In this way, the originally majestic and arrogant beast temperament turned into the image of the red-faced little brother next door in an instant.

Although this moment was only for a short moment, it was still perfectly captured by the Martial God, and it was deeply imprinted in his heart. Throughout the life of a ghost hunter, such a red-faced scene is really rare.

"What's wrong with you?" the ghost hunter said in a daze when he saw the Martial God, and the Martial God blushed when he heard this.

"Ahh

"Oh, out of the way!" said the hunter as he began to cultivate, and then a mist erupted from his body, and his hair and clothes were steamed dry.

"He is also a monk! His physical skills are superb, and his cultivation is profound, is this the leader of the Blood Demon Regiment!" This hand made the Martial God frightened, you must know that she herself is already in the Seven Heavens Realm of the Red Dust Immortal, but she can't see through the cultivation of the ghost hunter, which means that he is either the peak of the Red Dust Immortal, or he is already a Void Immortal.

"Why hasn't such a person heard of his reputation before!" Shi Wushen thought to himself.

After the ghost hunter inquired and learned that they were safe and sound by the side of the Wild Sky Marquis, the two never spoke again.

Shi Wushen walked in front from a distance, and the ghost hunter followed behind, and the two kept this distance as if they were about to leave, and at this time, Shi Wushen's heart was pounding, like a deer colliding.

The ghost hunter found that this mansion was ridiculously large, and from the room he came out of here had already passed through three large gardens, one of which was also by a river, and the mansion was built by the river, looking at the vast expanse of thousands of miles, and when he turned around, he was leaning against the mountains again, which could be described as a real mountain and water.

This mansion is the residence of the Emperor of the Wasteland, starting from the river in the south, to the foot of the mountain in the north, and spanning the entire downtown in the middle.

"Where is this?" said the Hunter. Shi Wushen was taken aback, and then he came back to his senses from his cranky thoughts and remembered that he was leading the way for others.

If it weren't for the ghost hunters following closely, I wouldn't know where the Martial God who was already buried in the road would have been thrown away.

"Uh, rat area, Haidi!" the Martial God slowed down, closing the distance between himself and the ghost hunter, and kept it side by side.

"We're about to go to the Eight Treasures Courtyard now, which is the place to eat, and the Emperor of the Wild Heaven has summoned you!" explained as the Martial God adjusted his mind and returned to normal, wanting to hunt ghosts.

"Oh!" the ghost hunter replied, he didn't know who the Emperor of the Wasteland was, and he was not interested in the Emperor of the Wasteland, but he was a little moved when he heard the "place to eat".

"Such a gorgeous place is almost the same as Emperor Xuan's palace!