Li Changge looked confused.

Winmani held her chin, her face flushed, and she whispered: "Wow, my family song has no expression, and it's so handsome!" ”

"Heroes! You're really a hero! ”

The village chief held Li Changge's hand tightly, shaking it constantly, and the snot and tears couldn't stop flowing.

Li Changge was a little unsure, and silently opened the "Ghost Qi List" and took a look.

Take another look.

Nima is obviously the tail of the crane?

How do you make it the same as the hero's triumph?

Why did this old man ignore the first, second, third, and fourth lists, and go straight to himself to be grateful?

Li Changge quietly glanced back.

Oda Mai just put away her knife, took a few steps, stepped on it, the ground cracked, and the ground shook.

Look at Irin again......

Hey? Where did the people go?

Look at Pan Zhengyi again......

He was squatting on the ground, digging his nostrils with a smirk.

Look at Winmani again.

is staring at Li Changge with a look of adoration.

Li Changge suddenly understood the mentality of the old village chief, and the older he was, the better he became.

At a glance, only he is the most handsome, harmless, and communicative.

"Old village chief, you see that we killed for one night, seven in and seven out of the army of evil ghosts, and beheaded countless evil ghosts under the sword, how can this be ......?"

Li Changge smiled slightly, stretched out his index finger and thumb, and rubbed it a few times in front of the old village chief.

Gestures that everyone understands.

"Lord Ghost Hunter, this ......"

The old village chief's face showed embarrassment.

Bewilderment?

It's embarrassing, it's a play!

Li Changge, an experienced veteran actor, hurriedly performed a distressed expression: "Old village chief, you are like this...... We're going to have a hard time doing it! ”

The word "difficult" is accented.

The old village chief fell silent, his face tangled.

Li Changge continued to play an actor-level acting skills, flickering hard, and flickering to death.

"Your village has a long history,"

"There's always some armor of divine weapons handed down from ancient times, right?"

"There is no divine weapon armor, similar to the secret book of ghost killing, there should always be one, right?"

"Even if you really don't have it, there must be some medicine or something like that, which can improve your strength or something, right?"

"We are ghost hunters, but we are super high-risk professions, and it is not easy to live!"

"As the village head, we kill ghosts for you, and you provide us with a little protection, it's always right?"

"I have already said that I will expel all the ghosts from the Ghost Fog Mountain, and not a single one will be left!"

Speaking of emotion, Li Changge's eyes were red, and pieces of special effects poured out from behind him again.

The passionate BGM lingers on the side of the ear.

"Good!"

The old village chief suddenly raised his head, as if he had made up some kind of determination.

……

……

Taking advantage of the fact that the others were not paying attention, Irin quietly came to the one-armed old man.

"You survived?"

When the old ghost hunter saw Irin, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, as if he didn't expect that Irin would survive last night's ghost tide.

Irin smiled and walked into the dark room.

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

On the ground, there are still countless bone carvings all over the ground.

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

"The ghost in you...... How many ghosts have you killed! ”

The old ghost hunter's nose twitched slightly, and after a few seconds, the cloudy eyes hidden behind his hair glowed slightly.

"276 D-level demons, 6 C-level ghost soldiers."

Irin accurately reported the numbers.

"Hey......" The old ghost hunter sneered when he heard this.

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

He sat down, picking up the broken knife and picking up a half-carved human bone from the soles of his two black feet.

He held the right hand of the broken sword, trembling slightly in the void.

Irin's expression remained unchanged, staring at the old ghost hunter with a calm gaze, and he didn't make a sound.

“……”

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

After all, it still didn't engrave.

"Why don't you get out yet?"

Yi Rin smiled, "You don't have to worry about me, I look at me, you carve yours." ”

"Hmph, you're in my way."

The old ghost hunter snorted impatiently.

"That's because you're messing up, so you can't go under the knife." Irin shook her head and whispered.

The old ghost hunter was shocked, suddenly raised his head, and shouted at Irin Li: "Get out-"

"Huh."

Yi Rin smiled, it was naturally impossible to roll.

The two stared at each other for 5 minutes.

The old ghost hunter lowered his head in a dejected manner: "I have already taught you the secret technique of ghost killing." ”

Irin shook her head, "But I want to learn the art of killing." ”

As she spoke, Irin pulled Blood Jasmine from her waist.

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

As we all know, ghosts do not need to be bloodletting.

The only thing that can be killed by bloodletting is people.

This is also not the size of a typical Ghost Hunter's Sabre.

A short knife of this shape, the main danger, is suitable for assassination.

But it is not suitable for slaying ghosts.

The old ghost hunter knew it just by one glance.

Suddenly, the old ghost hunter sighed deeply.

Brainless and whispered: "Hmph, this candlelight is about to go out, there is no wax, what should I ......do?"

"There's no lamp, I can't carve bones, old man......"

"What should I do...... Ahem, ahem. ”

Irin was slightly stunned.

After saying this, the old ghost hunter lowered his head and fiddled with the human bones on the ground, and stopped talking.

Wax?

What is this?

Did you enter any plot again?

Yi Rin suddenly remembered the ancient monster piece he had found on the corpse of a Class C ghost soldier.

I see.

"You wait for me a moment."

When Irin re-entered, he had six pieces of "ghost wax" in his hand.

……

【Phalloidal wax】

【Grade】None

【Description】The ghost wax condensed from the fat of the ghost soldier seems to be used to ignite. Note: It is not possible to take it out of this world.

……

Shout!

The candle in one corner of the room was completely extinguished.

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

As the ghost wax burned, a strange fragrance diluted the stench in the house.

The old ghost hunter sniffed, his expression a little relieved.

"You come with me."

The old ghost hunter silently took Irin outside the village.

Here, there is a small messy forest.

On the ground, there is an axe.

The ground was littered with wooden piles.

This seems to be the place to chop wood.

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

Bang bang bang.

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

Just looking at the action of chopping wood, you can get a glimpse or two.

The axe is blunt, the blade is rusty, and there are even cracks.

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

The old ghost hunter carefully erected the planks and stood in front of Irin.

“？”

Irin, looking at the old ghost hunter.

Slowly put a question mark.

"Cut it."

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

The corners of his mouth even hooked up a playful smile.

Yi Rin's brows frowned slightly, this is the art of killing?

But after thinking for a while, Yi Rin didn't say much, he always felt that the old ghost hunter's behavior seemed to have some deep meaning.

And the few times I chopped wood just now was not simple.

Thinking of this, Irin stepped forward, ready to pick up the rusty axe.

"Hey, hey, hey."

When the old ghost hunter saw this, he sneered.

Ignoring the nervous old ghost hunter, Irin simply lifted the rusty axe, raised it high, and slashed it down at the plank.

Falling heavily.

It's very imposing.

But the next second.

Irin, however, was stunned.

Duang！

Irin suddenly felt his palms go numb, and the axe in his hand almost flew out.

On the axe, there was a small wooden plank, and a gap broke out.

A crack stretched from the gap to the handle of the axe.

Irin reasonably speculated that if he did it again, the axe might break in two.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Ahem, ahem! The old ghost hunter laughed uncontrollably, laughing until he was out of breath, and finally turned into a dry cough.

Irin's brow furrowed, and he raised the axe in his hand to look at it for a long time.

He suddenly turned his head in a very serious tone and asked, "This axe...... Can I grind it? ”