"Old man, let's meet again, let's talk."

Ringer held the pistol in both hands and aimed it at him carefully.

The distance, three meters away, he didn't dare to stick so close.

When he saw the old man for the first time, Ringer was so frightened by him that this companion was really not simple.

The old man looked up at him, then lowered his head again.

He wears a wide black cloak with a brim that covers his eyes.

"How did you find this place, did the police tell you or did Father Mohan tell you?"

The old man's body moved.

"Don't move!"

Ringer took two steps back and looked at the sky around him, afraid that the old man would get an undead to attack him.

However, the old man just sat up straight.

He was holding a pearl of the night in his hand, as if it were the same one that Ringer had seen in the church of Mohan, and his mouth was moving.

Oh no, this old boy is going to summon helpers!

The first strike is strong, Ringer was about to pull the trigger, but unexpectedly, an open flame suddenly appeared on the old man's body, spreading from the back, to the shoulders, chest, and then to the whole body.

A raging fire burned on him, and the fire was fierce.

Ringer hid his face, he could still feel the heat of the flames from such a distance.

He couldn't understand what it was.

If you don't summon the undead like this, are you afraid that you won't be able to run away and commit suicide to save the night?

Ringer held the gun and looked stupidly.

Behind him, there was a strange sizzling movement, and the white-skinned monsters who were still fighting suddenly turned into wisps of powder, and the ice hammer cracked with a nice clicking sound.

Ringer turned back again, and the old man had turned into a pile of black ashes, and the night pearl was gone, leaving something that glowed with a faint white light, which looked like a cross.

He reached out and touched the cross, but it was cold.

It's amazing, Ringer picked up the cross, only to find that it wasn't exactly a cross, the top of the cross was a wolf's head, and the horizontal ends of the cross looked like eagle wings.

Ringer looked at it for a long time and thought he was a cross.

What kind of material this thing is made of, Ringer couldn't understand it for a while, except for the cold, reflective, touched, quite slippery, and there were some incomprehensible symbols on it.

He put the cross in his pocket, maybe it was the old man's summoning treasure, and took it back and studied it slowly.

The old man apparently died by self-immolation, so who wins and who loses in the bet with Simslan?

Suddenly, Ringer heard the old man set himself on fire in the tent behind him, and there was movement.

He ran over and saw that it was a girl, trapped by a dying campfire, struggling desperately.

Ringer stepped forward, untied her rope, and took the cloth towel from her mouth.

The girl burst into tears.

"Don't cry, don't cry, kid, kid, don't cry."

This is a girl at most eleven or twelve years old, thin and thin, still a child's figure, with two long braids, very good facial features, melon seed face, very delicate, when she grows up, she is a beauty.

However, she is a real yellow person. Black eyes, black hair, yellow skin.

Ringer's intimacy flooded and he said, 'What's the matter, who tied you here?' Bandits? ”

He spoke Russian, the girl understood, nodded, did not speak, no matter how Ringer asked, just cried.

Simslan came over and found Ringer talking to a girl, so he said, "Hey, where's the necromancer?" ”

Ringer pointed to the pile of black ash: "Dead, self-immolated, burned to ashes in an instant." ”

Simslan squatted down, twisted the black ash a little, put it on his nose and sniffed it, and said, "Really dead?" ”

"What am I lying to you for, I wonder if he will set himself on fire."

Simslan couldn't help but touch the back of his head, and he couldn't figure out why the old man had set himself on fire.

"What's going on with this kid?"

Simslan's words were very cold, and when the girl heard this, she immediately curled up, revealing a frightened gaze. "Are you a gentleman, she was caught by bandits, she was overly frightened, you should comfort her."

Simslan squatted down and looked the girl up and down: "No, there are no Mongols around here. ”

"Mongols?"

"That's right, the people who make ghosts in the Dark Forest should be the Mongols, the descendants of the Mongols, that is, the descendants of the Siberian Khanate."

"You won't say that this girl was brought by the old man, right?"

"Why can't it be?"

Ringer turned to the girl and asked, "Don't panic, kid, who caught you here?" Don't be afraid, the bandits have been beaten away by us. ”

'Bandits....'

Ringer gave Simslan a triumphant glance: 'Hear me, bandits, bandits. '

"Are you sure she won't lie? She has a problem. ”

Ringer was annoyed: "A child, what's the problem, do you look down on the yellow race?" “

Simslan was thinking about scolding, and the big devil rushed over with someone: "We're victorious, we're victorious, hey, who's this kid?" ”

Ringer: "This is the girl who was kidnapped by the bandits, I found it, Simslan said, there is a problem with this child, said there are no Mongols nearby, sheriff, tell me, are there any Mongols in the land under your jurisdiction?" ”

Ye Liming wiped the sweat on his face: "This, more than ten years ago, there were residents of Mongolia who didn't have time to withdraw and became Russian citizens, just east of the county seat, in Yor Town, I don't know if they still live in the town." ”

The girl cried again: 'My home is in the town of Joel. ”

Ringer became more and more reasonable: "Look at it, Demon Hunter, this is your compassion? ”

Simslan didn't say a word, came to the masked man, and ripped the mask open, and it turned out to be a yellow man.

Ringer: "No, the masked man I killed last time was Caucasian. ”

"It's going to become, you goddamn impostor!"

The sheriff said, "What the hell is going on in the Ghost Dark Forest?" ”

"Ask this monk! Rasputin, you better be careful with this child. ”

When he had finished speaking, he went to the monastery.

Ke Li clenched her hands into fists, put them on her chest, and said, "Dean, you have returned to your human form, so handsome." ”

The big devil tugged at her face: "Nymphomaniac, that's a mutant, wild wolves can listen to his command, do you dare to fight his idea and want to become a skeleton?" “

Corrie didn't dare to speak out when she was scolded, but her eyes were still staring straight at Simslan's back.

The big devil came to the girl: "Child, it's so pitiful, she was not only frightened, oops, her hands were also bloody, who beat her?" ”

She examined again and found that the girl's back and footsteps were bloodied by whipping.

Even the sheriff said, "What's wrong with this little guy, I don't see anything wrong, she's a victim, God bless her." ”