The next moment, a dazzling red light suddenly erupted from the top of the giant snake's head, and the ghost hunter at this time was wrapped in blood mist, as if incarnated into a blood-colored sun in the dark night, and the blood mist broke out, and suddenly a blood-colored ripple like a rippling lake rippled in the sky burst out to all directions.

"Ahh

This was not over, countless spikes formed by blood coagulation stretched out from the hunter's body, shooting into the sky with him as the center, and suddenly pierced the chests of several falling immortals, and the blood of the immortals soaked the already scarlet sky even more strangely.

"What is this?" The immortals who pierced their chests were horrified, but this did not prevent them from acting instinctively, and they all sacrificed magic weapons to cut off the strange blood-colored spikes inserted into their bodies, and the spikes were broken, and the parts inserted into the body suddenly lost their cohesion and turned into blood and flowed to the earth.

Seeing this, the ghost hunter gathered a peak from the section and stabbed a few people again, and several immortals immediately made the same decision, hitting the tip of the thorn with the magic weapon in their hands, accelerating their falling speed to avoid the ghost hunter's attack, and then fell heavily to the ground, and the ghost hunter did not pursue with a single blow, and the blood thorn shortened and restrained back into the body.

In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to pursue, but he launched such a blow on a large scale and pulled the secret injury, and the body pain was not enough to attack again, originally he wanted to kill a few immortals to deter him, but now this seems to have achieved his goal.

Those immortals who fell to the ground hurriedly stopped the bleeding and then quickly fled away, although the immortals were not so easy to die, but the serious injury just now was inevitable, and even some immortals were unfortunately stabbed to the vital point, and they were seriously injured and dying.

A group of immortals looked at the figure above the giant snake's head in disbelief that had returned to normal at this moment, although there was a suspicion of a sneak attack before, but one move had injured so many immortals and it was still such a long distance, they asked themselves, they couldn't do it anyway.

The hunter no longer paid attention to the crowd like frightened birds, he motioned for the moon to put himself on the ground, and then squatted on the ground and touched the desert, the flowers on his chest flickered, and in an instant the desert grew blood-red flowers and covered hundreds of miles.

At this time, it was close to the early morning, and the first rays of the sun of the day shone on this land, and the blood-red flowers on the other side of the desert became more and more bright red under the sun's illumination, as if they were about to drip blood, and the whole sea of flowers was like a miracle in an instant.

After doing all this, the ghost hunter quickly disappeared and went to the Thousand Spider Cave, these flowers he planted can steal people's essence and blood and eventually fight back against themselves - of course, that is under his control, when he is not there, these flowers are simply flowers for decoration, but this is enough to frighten those suspicious and greedy red dust immortals who are afraid of death, their cherishing of their lives is almost sick, after all, it is not easy to become immortals, so they will never risk their lives.

When the ghost hunter came to Xiaoyao City again, he only felt dazzled, everything in front of him was ghosted, and it was also accompanied by the soreness of the whole body, obviously looking like he was physically exhausted, the only difference was that he was still full of energy at the mental level, and he did not feel tired.

However, the strange thing is that the Yuan Force in his body has no signs of exhaustion, and it stands to reason that there is a True Yuan to replenish the body's energy, and he shouldn't be exhausted to this point - it's a pity that the ghost hunter doesn't know much about these common senses, and simply thinks that he is just overworked, although he also feels a little strange, how his body is not as good as before, but he doesn't take it to heart, and only thinks it is caused by poisoning.

The ghost hunter then found a stone by a stream in the city, sat down to rest, and worked silently to regulate his qi and blood, but the strange thing was that no matter how he regulated it, his body had little effect.

"Is this poison so powerful?" the ghost hunter thought with a frown.

However, what he didn't know was that the poison in his body had actually been almost cleared, and there was actually another reason for his deterioration - the other side flower on his chest, as the so-called success and defeat were also Xiao He!

Just when the ghost hunter was a little irritable, he suddenly discovered a phenomenon, today the beggars and gangsters in the city are frequent, they are lying in one place and eating and waiting for death on weekdays, but today they have changed their usual wandering around, not so much begging for money as looking for someone, money seems to be worth mentioning in their eyes.

"Are you looking for a scorpion?" the ghost hunter wondered.

He then got up and stopped a little beggar with a broken bowl and a cane. The little beggar is thin and small, and the wide beggar clothes are put on him like clothes hanging on the clothes pole, which can cover his shame, and if it is said to protect him from the cold, it is a little choking, and he looks about eight or nine years old at a cursory glance.

"Uncle, is there something wrong?" A trace of horror flashed in the eyes of the little beggar who was stopped on the way, and then immediately nodded with a smile and said respectfully, he was still young and timid, because of the cruelty of life, he learned the flattery of the villain prematurely.

"Don't be afraid!" The ghost hunter took out the only few copper plates on his body and handed them to the little beggar, these copper plates were still given to him by Xiao Yanagi, and he didn't know whether he threw the money in the ghost world or on the eastern border of Youzhou, mainly because he didn't need the money, so he had no property on him.

"Thank you, uncle, uncle has a safe life, and his life is better than Nanshan!" the little beggar did not think that the money was less, and said sweetly, and then the little beggar wanted to go to the ghost hunter but moved slightly to block his way.

"Is there anything you need help with, uncle?" said the little beggar, confused.

"Uncle, if you need help, I can only return the money to you, we are not available today! I'm really sorry!" The little beggar took out the copper plate from the broken bowl and reluctantly handed it back to the ghost hunter, he didn't seem to have been in the business for long, and he was not as brazen as the other beggars, and what he threw into his bowl became his.

"Then take it! I'm fine, just ask a question!"

"Uhh

"Are you looking for someone?" asked the Ghost Hunter.

"Uh! how do you know?" the little beggar was startled.

"Could it be that you are hiding the big brother scorpion?" The little beggar's face changed, there were only a few beggar gangsters in their free city, everyone knew each other, he had never seen a ghost hunter, so the person in front of him and the scorpion disappeared eighty percent of the inseparable, otherwise how would they know that they were looking for someone.

The ghost hunter just wanted to explain about the scorpion, but he didn't expect the little beggar to be really anxious, and without saying a word, he burst into tears and pounced.

"You compensate me for Big Scorpion, you pay me Big Scorpion!" the little beggar cried and slapped it.

"Wait! Listen to me!" Facing the fierce beasts and ghosts are fearless hunters, the child who is facing a helpless crying child panicked at this moment, and slowly hugged him to prevent him from continuing to wave his hands wildly, if it hurts him himself, it will not be good, after all, it is a child.

"Help! Someone has beaten a beggar! Help!" the little beggar howled when he saw that he had not yet touched the other party, and he was controlled by a pair of big hands.

The ghost hunter had a headache, and it seemed that the explanation could not be explained, so he immediately put down the little beggar and disappeared in place.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" the pedestrians walking down the street were drawn to the sparsely populated stream by the shouts.

"Somebody beats a beggar, somebody beats—huh, what about people?" the little beggar was stunned for a moment, then sat down on the ground and said nothing, and cried.

"Where is the man?" The people wondered, there was no one else by the brook except the little beggar, and who bullied him?

"Eh, kid, who hit you?" someone asked when he saw him crying pitifully.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" the little beggar cried.

"Shhhh

"Ahh

"Yes, yes, possibly!"

"No offense, bad luck go away!" everyone said in a hurry, and then they hurriedly retreated, leaving the little beggar alone to cry.

At this time, the ghost hunter was hiding next to him, he wanted to leave and wait for the scorpion to come with him, and the matter was resolved, but when he heard the child's cry, he finally took back his legs, and quietly hid aside to listen to the child's crying, for fear that something would happen to him.

In this way, the ghost hunted until the child stopped crying and left, and then he left.

Many years later, this little beggar worked as a bookkeeper in Koyanagi's inn, and from time to time he would blow up this matter with the guests······