No one regarded themselves as a dream master, which surprised Ye Xiu, so he didn't worry about saying something wrong and offending the dream master?

The status of the dream master is noble, and ordinary people dare not offend.

Unless they have a background, or they see that they are not dreamers.

In fact, Ye Xiu did see it right, these guys had an image of a lone wolf engraved on their iconic black vests, and two or three people came behind them, the dream master of the lone wolf image, the cultivation was not weak, and it reached the C level.

The C-level Dream Master is a big shot in Dragon City, and he came a few at once, so he obviously had other things to do.

Ye Xiu hid his aura, and ordinary people really couldn't see him.

With so many people coming at once, it seems that there is a goal.

Ye Xiu didn't take a suspension train out of the city for the first time, and the young man in his twenties was a little excited in his heart, which was different from a dream.

I'm going to be a big hero.

This heroic energy made Ye Xiu ignore these lone wolf runes and leave directly.

He took the one-time pass card and passed through the barrier, the scenery outside changed dramatically, the sky was clear, and the sunny and harmonious blue sky disappeared, as if the black sesame soup had been boiled for a long time, it was pitch black, and it was obviously not yet night, but it was more gloomy than the night in the city.

Ye Xiu's heart trembled, and he returned to normal in less than a second.

"This kid's mentality is not bad, how can it be like you at the beginning, seeing this kind of gap, you didn't dare to lift a leg for a long time, tsk." A strong man nodded secretly.

He was just joking, but he stepped on someone else's underbelly.

"What about a good mentality, have we seen fewer people pretending to be calm over the years? Didn't they all die in the end? Another strong man pulled open his collar, revealing a small dark red scar as hideous as a centipede, he stroked the scar, and glared at Ye Xiu with a gloomy face.

I hate Ye Xiu's calmness.

Ye Xiu is not pretending to be calm, he has seen more terrifying dreams, and his mentality is better than that of ordinary people.

Sometimes it's the mindset that counts, and that's why, so many high-level dreammasters die at the hands of low-level dreammaster assassins.

Everywhere you can see a big tree as thick as a dozen people barely clinging to it, no one takes care of it, and the old cement ground is overgrown with wild grasses that are one person high, breaking into the ancient forest.

The trees are lush and surrounded by ghostly aura, and most of them look cold under the shade, and you have to see if there are any ghosts hidden overhead.

There was once a dreammaster who was careless and didn't see the hanged ghost hidden in the dense foliage, and was hanged alive in mid-air.

Ye Xiu found a tree and was about to check the route, there was a map given by Gong Kang, he started much higher than ordinary people.

However, not far away, a sudden fire appeared, and then the cold weeds were burned with a creaky sound, as if a child's bones had been broken by force, which was particularly harsh.

Ye Xiu turned his head to look and found that there were hundreds of people standing in a cleared clearing.

There were also traces of the Dream Master faintly appearing among them, Ye Xiu looked at it in confusion, and didn't understand why so many people had gathered?

"Everyone, we are the ULIAN Phantom Pen Consortium, I believe everyone has heard of it, because of research and development problems, we are willing to buy ghost cores at a price 20% higher than the market price, and the C level or above will be increased by 30%, we will stay here for a month, ladies and gentlemen, I wish you all the best in killing ghosts, and I Wang Junshuang is here waiting for you to come back."

Wang Junshuang said with a smile, after the communication watch amplified the sound countless times, Ye Xiu could hear it clearly before he passed.

An increase of 2 percent, 30 percent?

Ye Xiu's pupils shrank, a huge amount of money.

In addition to avoiding the limelight after the trouble, the most important thing when going out of the city is to make money in addition to improving his strength, and he must have a lot of money to participate in the auction of Timothy Jack's pen.

This is a good opportunity.

As for ghost cores, not all ghosts can be produced, the higher the level of the ghost core, the higher the probability of having a ghost core, and the level of the ghost core will also increase, and the degree of danger is proportional.

The reputation of the Youlian Phantom Pen Consortium is far worse than that of the Longqin Consortium, but it is a company with hundreds of millions of assets, which can barely be called a consortium.

Ye Xiu turned around and left.

At noon in the scorching sun, the wind blew on Ye Xiu's face, and he always felt inexplicably piercing, he walked lightly, looking at the map given by Gong Kang, there were not many descriptions in the vicinity, and there were not many high-level ghosts.

But I don't know why, because of the emergence of the Youlian Phantom Pen Foundation, Ye Xiu always felt that something was wrong.

The consortium is all vampires, and it is more difficult to make them vomit money than to make them vomit blood, and to spend such a large price to buy ghost cores, is it really an urgently needed material for research and development?

Why are you so skeptical?

Ye Xiu didn't know what was wrong with him, suddenly a yin wind struck, he turned his head expressionlessly, and a phantom figure that was as black as ink gradually approached, and found that he saw that his body suddenly swelled and formed, and his whole body was thin and weak, but the fist in his right hand was as thick as an adult's waist.

One step closer, his fist smashed down like a meteor, and directly hit Ye Xiutian Linggai.

Ye Xiu looked at this evil spirit coldly, it turned out to be a strong man, he still had tattered lone wolf clothes on his body, as if he had been sucked dry, and all the muscle tissue seemed to be incarnated into tree roots crisscrossing his right fist.

"Bang!"

This punch smashed on Ye Xiu's head, and the huge force rolled up a powerful wind wave, but before it touched Ye Xiu's head, it was blocked by a wall composed of spiritual power.

"Huh?" The necromancer froze for a second.

"Huh."

Ye Xiu's skull ring flashed, and Vincent's pen of hatred rolled up a black evil aura, cutting through the head of the necromancer at once.

Knock knock.

As if there was a physical entity, the head of the necromancer rolled to the ground, and the headless corpse turned into smoke and dust and vanished.

The lone wolf organization ghost hunter who was still showing off his might before died so quickly. Ye Xiu's brows furrowed, the necromancer had a tragic state before he died, and it was strange enough to be sucked dry by something.

There was nothing on the ground, even if it was an E-class ghost hunter, the ghost core still didn't appear.

It's really not so easy to make money, Ye Xiu checked the map and found that there was a small cluster of D5-level hanged ghosts gathered in front of him, and he might be able to earn the first pot of gold in front.

Boom.

Moved by the mind, the spiritual power turned into a long knife to kill, the closer it gets, the gathering place where the hanged ghost is located, the stronger the yin qi, and in addition to this, there is a large amount of dead qi.

It's so wrong.

Ye Xiu's expression became more and more solemn, and later, when he smelled the strong smell of blood, his face changed greatly.

This is the blood of a human who has just died.

And there are quite a few of them.

Did you be beaten by the hanged man?

Ye Xiu's pace slowed down as much as possible, and his pupils gradually dilated, so that he could see the situation in front of Fang clearly.

into the eye, the look is terrifying.

Under dozens of big willow trees, there were hanging ropes one by one, like hanging bacon, and a group of strong men with five big and three thick seven holes were hung on the trees.

In an instant, Ye Xiu's heart stopped, and an infinite fear permeated his heart, which was the real suburbs.

The suburbs without any protection can only rely on themselves.

Suddenly, a cold wind came to his face, and Ye Xiu felt an unprecedented crisis.

I always felt that something was wrong, and suddenly I woke up.