If you can eat human flesh, if you can't beat it, you will admit it, how can there be such a cheap thing in this world?

Yang Ge sneered, raised his gun, and coldly pulled the trigger.

"Smack. ”

The silver bullet shot accurately on the indentation of its eyebrows, impartial, and even Yang Ge himself shamelessly praised in his heart: Good marksmanship!

But why don't you not hide, but also take the initiative to bring your eyebrows forward?

"Pretend to be pitiful, then you're looking for the wrong person!"

Yang Ge sneered and fired three shots in succession.

"Bang bang. ”

The hand was steady, the gun was accurate, and the three shots made the baron's ghoul brow and bones fly, and the last silver bullet did not even bounce off, but was embedded in its bone armor, and Yang Ge was sure that at most, it would only take two shots at most to knock the bullet embedded in its bone armor into its brain.

The baron ghoul seemed to have given up on resistance completely, and only kowtowed to Yang Ge as if kowtowing could block bullets.

Damn retarded!

Yang Ge almost wanted to ask it loudly, what about your hideous temperament when you appeared, what about your dignity as a boss, how can you still mingle in the dark creature circle after this, and are you embarrassed to go out and say hello to other ghouls?

Hunting a knight-level dark creature is the equivalent of a rite of passage for every reserve witcher. Every reserve witcher is constantly preparing for this day on the first day of his demon hunting career.

Yang Ge is no exception.

He'd been looking forward to that day Connor Sr. had led him and William into the Witchers' Guild. He even designed a perfect demon hunting ritual for himself behind William's back...... He must learn from the hero in the movie, first beat the knight-level dark creature into a cripple and throw it into the explosives pile, then light a cigarette, intoxicated puff, lightly pop out the cigarette butt to ignite the gasoline, well, the cigarette butt must be turned around and then bulleted from the sky, and finally strode forward with the gun, let the bomb set off a sky-high flame behind him, never, no, back, head!

It's the perfect witcher coming-of-age ceremony!

What the hell is going on now?

Yang Ge was sure that if William knew that his witcher's coming-of-age ceremony was ruined in such strange hands, he would definitely laugh at him for the rest of his life!

"Fuck you!" Jango cursed loudly, pulling the trigger viciously.

Laugh at it, laugh at it, the witcher can't let go of his prey!

"Click. ”

One gun was empty, and Yang Ge pulled the other gun unbelievably, and also heard a "click".

He habitually grasped the rhythm of shooting, and the two guns naturally missed at the same time.

He was stunned, but when he came back to his senses, he put away the sneer on his face instantly, pretended to put away the two guns, pinched his chin and said to himself: "Well, it's good to get a living baron-level ghoul to go back and dissect it, and study the growth and development of ghouls!"

When the baron ghoul saw that Yang Ge had put away his gun, he immediately kowtowed more diligently, as if Yang Ge didn't kill it really because it kowtowed.

Yang Ge was very suspicious, the reason why this guy kowtowed so skillfully was probably because when he ate people before, those people also kowtowed to him and begged for mercy.

Thinking of this, Yang Ge had the intention of killing it again.

He drew his katana and tried it at its neck, but his hands were sore.

"Forget it, I'll let you live a few more days, and I'll use you as a specimen when I get back...... Big guy, get rolled!"

The baron-level ghoul raised his head and stared at him innocently with wide eyes, not cute at all.

Yang Ge waved his hand and spun in circles, "Roll, roll, roll?"

As if he understood Jango's gestures, the baronial ghoul actually began to roll around.

Yang Ge was speechless, put his knife into the sheath, and turned to walk in the direction of the town.

"Ula Ula ......" The baron-level ghoul didn't know if he thought that Yang Ge was going to turn around and get the weapon again, and crawled with his hands and feet to keep up with Yang Ge, and he still screamed from Ula Ula in his mouth.

Yang Ge ignored him and walked straight forward, looking to see if this guy would sneak up on him while he was turning his back on him.

It dares to make any dishonest moves, even if he is desperately ridiculed by William for the rest of his life, he will have to divide his body today!

To his disappointment, the big guy was like a puppy for fear of being abandoned, "Ula Ula" followed him one meter behind, and when he passed by its broken leg, he didn't forget to pick up his broken leg...... Throughout, it doesn't make any unusual moves.

At a distance of one meter, even if this guy is missing a leg, it only takes a leap to knock him down, although Yang Ge will definitely not give him this chance.

Passing by the completely scrapped Chevrolet, Jango opened the trunk, dragged out a thumb-thick wire tow rope, threw it to the Baron Ghoul, and then wrapped it around his neck.

It understood, and its dagger-like claws grabbed the tow rope and wrapped it around its neck, clumsily wrapping it around for a long time.

"Idiot!" Yang Ge cursed, stepping up as if relaxed, grabbing the tow rope and wrapping it around its neck twice, then clasping it firmly.

Yang Ge was on high alert the whole time, but the ghoul honestly rested his paws on the ground the whole time, and let Yang Ge buckle it on a dog leash, ah no, a tow leash.

When Yang Ge dragged the tow rope and walked it towards the town like a dog, a strange sense of unreality welled up in his own heart.

Just now he went to tie it with a rope, just to deliberately give it a chance to attack him, so close, he only had the certainty of getting out, not the certainty of not getting hurt, but it really honestly let him tie the tow rope!

It can be seen from this guy's clumsy movements and sluggish comprehension ability that his IQ is not high, it should only be the level of a five- or six-year-old child, and this level of IQ should not be able to restrain the ghoul's innate desire to eat, and he will not be afraid of death, right?

It's like entering the lion to go out on patrol, and it's like turning over!

Yang Ge sniffed the smell of his body suspiciously, and said in his heart, could it be that the vampire breath on his body made him think of himself as a superior person?

If he can't figure it out, he doesn't want to, anyway, he doesn't plan to give it another chance to sneak attack, so he will drag it into the mountain tomorrow to help him block the gun!

Such a big man, he is definitely an excellent substitute for death!

Yang Ge, who had made up his mind, suddenly became happy, the prey was finished, and now it was time to harvest!

Judging by the size of this group of ghouls, and the remote location of this town called Pacifica, this is definitely a virgin land that has not been looted, and there must be a lot of useful and valuable supplies in it.

This is the United States, the United States where every household has a small arsenal!

Yang Ge stepped over the three dead lord-class ghouls and strode forward, as if he had seen piles of guns, medicines, and explosives beckoning to him.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly couldn't walk, and when he looked back in surprise, he found that his newly picked pet was lying on the corpse of his old lord's little brother.

The disgusting scene of overflowing intestines was so angry that Yang Ge pulled out Browning and slammed it on the head.

The new pet raised his head and looked at Yang Ge with a confused expression, as if asking, "Can't eat it?"

Yes, that's what it meant, although Yang Ge himself didn't know how he could see it on that hideous face, but his intuition told him that it was what it meant.

This made Yang Ge feel helpless, ghouls eat corpses by nature, just like a dog eats, he can't let it be a substitute for the dead ghost, and he is not allowed to eat, right?

He covered his mouth and waved at it, turned around and threw up the overnight meal by leaning on the highway guardrail.

"Wow-wow-wow-la-......"

The sound of chewing, tearing, and the stench of decay made Jango throw the tow rope and vomit.

When he had vomited all the bile, and decided in his heart that he would go into the mountain tomorrow, even if it was not necessary to send it to death, the chewing sound over there also stopped.

He wiped his mouth and turned his head, and suddenly shuddered,

The ghoul who was independent of the golden rooster just now, at this time, he actually stood well on two legs, and the broken leg also had a thick layer of bone armor, and it seemed that it had become stronger.

"Damn, how did I forget that ghouls increase their strength by eating corpses!" Yang Ge cursed, grabbing the katana and drawing it.

Who knows, as soon as the katana came out of its sheath, the ghoul who was standing well knelt down with a "knock" and began to kowtow.

Yang Ge's strong heart, which was eager to fight, was suddenly messy in the howling sea breeze.

It turns out that this guy didn't become cowardly because he lost a leg, but because he was originally cowardly.

......

Yang Ge bolted Laifu to a fire hydrant in the town, turned and went into the houses to rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find supplies.

Laifu was the baron-level ghoul he picked up, and Yang Ge felt like a dog when he held it, so he gave it the name of the Chinese pastoral dog he raised in his hometown in Huaxia when he was a child.

For a substitute ghost who is going to be sent out tomorrow to block the gun, it is a waste of expression to choose a good name.

Laifu is very well-behaved, ignoring its hideous and terrifying appearance, it is really well-behaved, obediently sitting by the fire hydrant, watching Yang Ge in and out of the busy, like a puppy waiting for the owner to feed.

Yang Ge didn't have time to care for it, he was busy hauling stacks of rusty firearms, neatly packed bullets, silver jewelry, plates, candlesticks, gold bars locked in safes, and old but well-packaged flour out of the dilapidated houses and piling them up on both sides of the road.

He was like an industrious little bee, he didn't let go of anything he suspected might be useful, and he dug up the gunhouse and safe, no matter how tightly hidden.

Based on the amount of materials he collected and the geographical location of the town, Yang Ge speculated that the residents of this town should have evacuated here at the beginning of the Ice Age, so that there are still many precious materials in these houses that were extremely precious in the Ice Age and Dark Ages...... This small town by the sea, in the sunshine age, may be the envy of everyone's vacation destination, but in the ice age, the cold sea breeze will create a sterile area of minus tens of degrees!

It's a bonanza!

The more Yang Ge searched, the more he scavenged, he forgot about hunger and exhaustion.

It was the first time he had the opportunity to loot like this, the towns and houses in the safe zone had already been raided countless times by the witchers in the camp, and he and William could only pick up some leftovers from other people's food in the safe zone, and they would usually find one or two silver knives and forks in the dirt a day, and they would all feel that they had a good day.

Don't look at the silver bullets when they hunt demons, as if they don't need money, in fact, those silver bullets are mixed with lead, and the silver content is extremely low. The real sterling silver bullets are made into armor-piercing bullets for anti-materiel sniper rifles, which are supplied to the snipers of the high-level witcher team, and are specially used to hunt and kill dark creatures at the knighthood level.

If it was really necessary to use sterling silver bullets to kill a low-level blood slave, no matter how big his Scott family was, he would have been defeated by the three rough old men who "burst out" when they picked up their guns.

You must know that silver, as a precious metal with lethal power to most dark creatures, has been in a state of price and no market in the dark ages, not to mention demon hunters, even ordinary survivor families will habitually reserve silver bullets and silver knives to prepare for emergencies, so the silver coins circulating in the camp now are actually just an alloy with very low silver content, but gold coins, which are all pure gold.

Now that he has such a good opportunity, Yang Ge especially wants to call William and turn this place upside down!

"Hehe, it's very tightly hidden...... Hey, the owner of this house is a mercenary? Look, M16, MP5...... This is, AA-12 automatic shotgun?days, 7 into new, and spare parts, good stuff, tow away!"

", Seiko-grade manual workbench???Later, after melting those silverware, you can make some sterling silver bullets overnight, good things, drag them away!"

"Diesel generator, it's just that the wire has been gnawed off, it should be able to be connected, good thing, tow it away!"

"Wow......" Yang Ge lifted a car dust jacket, and a streamlined red Ferrari Zorn sports car made him scream.

He gently stroked this sky-high supercar worth several sets of coastal villas in the Sunshine Era, and his saliva was about to stay, "If William were here, he would definitely carry you back to the camp even if he carried it, but unfortunately, what I need now is not a delicate and gorgeous sports car, but a pickup truck that is resistant to beating and rough...... Baby, just wait here quietly, and as long as I don't die this time, I'll find a way to get you back to camp and let that bastard take you to enjoy the stares and screams you deserve!"

He sighed softly, flicked the dust jacket, and closed it again.