The bungalows stand on a flat pavement, which looks a little abrupt against the backdrop of natural scenery.

Sawyer couldn't calm the excitement in his heart for a while, and seeing the humble bungalow was like seeing a rare treasure, and this bungalow had an infinite attraction for him.

He knew that he would soon be able to get rid of the hands of ghosts, no longer be manipulated by the power of ghosts and gods, no longer be discriminated against by others, and no longer be afraid.

As long as he really gets rid of the ghost hands, then he can return to Ossie Town, return to Tifa Academy, integrate into his original life, and talk and laugh with his former friends.

He stepped on the gravel, three steps and two steps, and walked to the bungalow.

The wooden door was ajar, and he straightened his clothes and knocked with his hands.

Basic politeness still has to be there, in case you lose the rudeness and leave a bad impression on others, and don't help him solve the problem of ghost hands, then there is really nowhere to say that there is a grievance.

"Come in!" It's still the kind of voice that has gone through vicissitudes.

Sawyer gently pushed the door open and walked in, his first glance was not to notice people, but to be attracted by the various swords hanging on the wall, and there was a dilapidated square forge on the ground, which would definitely be considered a blacksmith shop by those who did not know the situation.

Then, Sawyer's eyes shifted to notice a man sitting on a small square stool.

It was a young man, and if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Sawyer wouldn't have believed that those two words containing a sense of vicissitudes were spoken by the young man in front of him.

The man was dressed in a fat black cloth coat, a pair of skin-rubbed boots firmly on his feet, his oily hair was messy, and the stubble around his mouth was uneven, only the eyes that were shining could show his goodness.

"May I ask if you are Oya?" Sawyer is not 100% sure of the identity of the man in front of him, and the image of this man is indeed a little unsatisfactory.

Sawyer looked forward to the man's reply, hoping that the young man, as he thought, was the fake Oya.

The man's eyes looked at Sawa with a lot of charm, his gaze stayed on the autumn leaf knife for a second, and then said lazily: "That's right, I'm Oya, just now, are you saying that I can't pick a place?" ”

After confirming the identity of the man, Sawa was first overjoyed, but then he didn't expect that the words he said casually under the mountain range attracted Aoya's dissatisfaction, and he felt helpless, he was really petty.

"This place is good, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, quiet and uninhabited, and self-cultivation is the most suitable." Sawa praised again and again, after all, Oya was his hope, he had to say something nice, and he couldn't wipe out this last hope.

Aoya bent the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly, which made Aoya reassured.

Sawa felt that something was wrong, how could Oya, who was far away, hear what he said under the mountain just now, and he could also hear what Oya said.

At that time, I was under the mountain range, and I was excited, but I didn't care about these things, but now that I think about it, Sawyer feels inexplicable.

Sawyer, who has always had a strong interest in the unknown, naturally couldn't help but ask Aoya, "How can you hear what I said under the mountain range?" And how can I hear what you say? ”

"Huh...... I know everything in the vicinity, and this sound transmission effect can be completed by micro-controlling spiritual power. Oya said slowly, and between the words, it was not difficult to feel his enduring arrogance.

A few simple words, but Sawyer admired this seemingly sloppy man.

can know everything about the wind and grass nearby, even if it is an exaggeration, it is also an extraordinary powerhouse, and there is micro-control spiritual power, how easy it is to talk about.

Maybe once upon a time, Oya was also dazzling and brilliant, but now, Oya has chosen a life that does not care about the world, which is also a wise move.

It is much better to live in seclusion in such an elegant environment than to intrigue with others and compete for power, maybe Oya has never been the kind of person who is competitive and greedy for fame and fortune!

"Junior Sawyer, it was a priest who asked me to come to you, saying that you can help me." Sawyer's sincere eyes were full of anticipation.

"He's already told me, otherwise, depending on your ability, it's unknown whether you can find me." Oya said arbitrarily.

Sawyer knew that he was despised, but what Oya said was also the truth, the huge Rees Mountains, the probability of finding a person is pitiful and negligible.

"Yes, the younger generation naturally doesn't have that ability." Sawyer laughed.

"But you are self-aware, so what qualifications do you have for me to help you?" Oya's gaze wandered around, not focusing on Sawyer.

Sawyer kept smiling all the time, but he knew in his heart that this Oya was an arrogant and awe-inspiring person, and if he wanted to be valued by Oya, he had to show his difference.

"I wonder if you're interested in this badge?" Sawyer took out a book-like badge with the word "Ji" written on it from his pocket, which was naturally an honor held by those who were proficient in the basics.

Money, for a reclusive person like Oya, is certainly not the slightest attraction, and only this badge can be held, a small badge that many people dream of, it represents honor and carries the dreams of many people.

Aoya's strength is certainly strong, but this badge is not possessed by many strong people, because there is a strict age limit for the basic selection competition.

As they grow older, many people become more and more proficient in using basic moves, but they are blocked out of the arena by the copper wall of age, and they will not be able to get this badge for the rest of their lives.

This badge really attracted the erratic Aoya, his eyes locked on the badge, and his face seemed to freeze.

Then, Oya picked up the badge and glanced at the officially certified logo, and a rare smile finally appeared on his frozen square face, "At a young age, I have some ability." ”

"It's just a matter of luck." Seeing that the results were very good, Sawa was much more relaxed, and he was no longer so restrained in conversation.

"If I'm not mistaken, the sword in your hand should be the champion reward of the competition, right?" Oya returned the badge to Sawyer and looked at the Akiba.

Oya also knew that the top three in the basic selection competition had weapon rewards, and the weapon in the hand of the young man in front of him looked unusual, so he had this guess.

"The predecessor is really good eyesight, this knife is called the Autumn Leaf Knife, a yellow-level purple weapon, with fire attributes."

When the three words of fire attribute came out of Sawya's mouth, Oya's eyes as he looked at Akiba widened a lot, and they shone faintly.

The rarity of attribute weapons is well known to the world, even if it is as strong as Oya, it is rare to see attribute weapons, let alone have them.

However, after all, the Autumn Leaf Knife was only a yellow-level purple weapon, and Aoya was only attracted by the fire attribute, and soon, he withdrew his gaze and bowed slightly, "Not bad, not bad." ”

"If the seniors like it, this knife will be given to the seniors." Sawa sensed that Oya seemed to be interested in Akiba, so he said.

In order to solve the trouble caused by the ghost hand, Sawa can only endure the pain of cutting his love, although he is also a little reluctant, but weighing the pros and cons, as long as he can return to his original life, the ghost hand will no longer cause him trouble, then, all the sacrifices are worth it.

"Huh...... How can I win people's love, besides, the Yellow Rank Purple Weapon, I have a lot of it. Oya stretched out his arms and pointed to the sword on the wall.

Sawyer looked at the different styles of swords on the wall, couldn't help but smack his lips, and took out a random one, which was estimated to be worth tens of thousands of gold coins.

Sure enough, most of the reclusive people regard money as dung, and would rather hang their weapons on the wall to admire than sell them.

Fortunately, he didn't take the money to ask Oya for help, otherwise, Oya would probably think that he was a person who liked to use money to solve problems, and then leave a very bad impression on Oya, and Soy didn't dare to think about the consequences.

"Okay, depending on your sincerity, then I'll help you!" Oya stood up, his tall body still unable to support the fat cloth clothes.

"Thank you, senior!" Sawyer smiled from ear to ear, it seemed that the dawn was coming.

"Follow me!"

In the blink of an eye, Oya appeared outside the door, leaving only a gust of wind for Sawyer......