"Xiao Yi, mourning, we are also very sad about your father's death, but people cannot be resurrected after death, we hope you can be strong."

"Xiao Yi, this is your father's spirit storage ring, this is his only relic!"

"Xiao Yi, you have to ...... well"

The hypocritical faces encouraged themselves like benevolence and righteousness, but who would have thought that these people were the murderers who really killed their father.

On that day, my father and his hunting party left the city and headed out into the wilderness.

On that day, three days before his fourteenth birthday, his father was ready to earn enough money for himself to buy a pet, so he chose to take the risk and joined a hunting party that often went out in the wild.

However, all that came came was the message of death.

"Little brute, come out, come out!" In the forest, a middle-aged man with a blood mark on his face, holding a long sword, looked around vigilantly, his face was full of anger.

"Little brute, I know, you're right here!" The middle-aged man endured the pain and kept shouting in his mouth.

"Your father, it's a real waste! He couldn't even beat the soldier-level jungle wolf, hehe, he still wanted to act alone. The man's face was hideous, "But, it really gave him good luck to pick up a nest of crow eggs."

That's a crow's egg! The adult strength can reach the young eggs of the spirit beast of the general rank.

How can something of such value be harvested by such a waste? ”

"Forget it if you harvest it, you won't win it yet, show off vigorously, show off how powerful his son is, fourteen years old, he hasn't even gone to Royal Beast High School, and he has already condensed the seven royal spirit patterns, and he is expected to contract the first spirit pet before the high school entrance examination.

Grass, how? Joke Lao Tzu?

bullied Lao Tzu's wife and ran away, is the waste son still someone else's seed?

Lao Tzu has long been tired of this waste, it's good, the opportunity has come.

We came across a Blood Orchid, a spirit plant of the excellent spirit level, and a spirit plant that could sell for 1230,000 spirit plants.

I promised you, Lao Tzu, as long as he helps us lure away the ghost beast, I will share 30,000 yuan with him the money from the sale.

He actually agreed, hahaha, I rubbed the juice of the Qingyu leaf on him, and guess what? He died, dead at the claws of the ghostly beast.

I succeeded in monopolizing the Blood Orchid, and I also divided the eggs that you Lao Tzu obtained, one for each team member, do they dare to say it? ”

"Come out, little brute, come out!" The middle-aged man became more and more impatient, "You dare to lure me here alone, don't you want to kill me?" Come on! ”

Hysterically called, "You little brute is so good that even my white-footed dog has been killed, you are ruthless, you are really ruthless!"

If you have this means, where can you still live such a life.

Waste, if Lao Tzu has a son like you, even if it is not my species, if he has a chance, Lao Tzu can die of laughter.

What a pity! ”

Behind a big tree, a figure leaned against the tree, he slowly moved up, and in the palm of his hand, there were dark blue lines, like a suction cup, making him firmly attached to the tree.

A long, narrow bamboo pipe was held in his hand.

"Poof—"

In the distance, a voice suddenly sounded, and the middle-aged man's nerves suddenly collapsed, and then he tiptoed forward quickly with his sword in his hand, as light as a civet cat.

"The civet body method!" The young man who clinged to the tree thought in his heart, this is a set of body methods practiced by the spirit masters, at least five or six of the ten people cultivate, and the rest of them either feel that this is not suitable for them and have cultivated some "fierce" body methods, or they are big dogs and have better ones at home.

Light as a civet, it is more suitable for these beast masters who are wild hunters.

It's a pity that he is as dexterous as a middle-aged man, but he didn't realize that there was a teenager attached to a big tree that he had just overtaken.

Just when the middle-aged man had just passed by the big tree and was about a meter forward, the young man suddenly descended against the big tree, and the moment he landed, he held the bamboo pipe with both hands and put it in his mouth.

"Poof!"

"Little brute!"

At the moment when the boy landed, the middle-aged man heard the sound of landing, and he turned around and slashed, and just raised his long sword with both hands, a small and pitch-black needle...... Shot out of the bamboo pipe.

"Goo......

"Bang!" The middle-aged man let go of his hands, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground, while at the same time, clutching his neck tightly, his face began to darken......

"I wish you a smooth journey, and by the way, I will tell you that killing people does not necessarily require much high cultivation." The young man walked indifferently past the middle-aged man, and in the middle-aged man's despair, he ran forward for more than ten meters, and from the grass, picked up a pitch-black young bird—a young crow bird.

……

"Classmate Jin Yi, do you know Wang Dafa?"

"I know, my dad was the captain of the hunting team before his death, my dad's relics were sent back by him, uncle policeman, what's wrong with Uncle Wang?"

"He's dead."

"Dead? How did he die? The boy couldn't believe it, his face full of surprise, and the meaning of regret, or whatever, in short, some complicated.

"Found in the grove north of the city this morning, his spirit pet white-footed dog was poisoned, and then he seems to have been stung by something, and then poisoned." The police officer of the Town Spirit Bureau in front of him was writing records, questioning and observing the teenager.

That complex emotion seems to be closer to the lost soul.

The boy rubbed his eyes with both hands, then wiped his face, which seemed to grow more and more melancholy.

"Have you noticed anything unusual about him lately?" The police officer of the Town Spirit Bureau continued to ask.

"Nope." The young man paused and shook his head, "I asked Uncle Wang a few days ago to help me sell some of the things my father left behind, and now he is dead......"

The police officer of the Zhenling Bureau knew it in his heart, and he had a sudden expression of realization: no wonder he looked sad, like his dead father, it turned out to be like this.

A thirteen ...... who just died of his father and had no financial resources Oh, fourteen-year-old boy, he entrusted some of the most valuable things to others to help sell them for a good price, but the one who helped sell them died......

"The things of the Spirit Master should be very easy to sell, why don't you take them and sell them yourself?"

"I'm afraid of being caught." The young man said with a worried face, "And Uncle Wang should have some channels to be able to sell for a better price, you know, I don't have any financial resources now."

What's more, I don't know other people very well. ”

Indeed, those spiritual objects, in the regular spiritual trade center, the second-hand recycling price is very low, he just sold a Puling-level spiritual weapon two days ago, and the recycling price is only 52% of the purchase price, which is really good.

Uh, it's far away.

"Okay, we almost understand the situation, you write down what you asked Wang Dafa to sell, and we'll see if we can get it back for you in the future."

"Okay, I'm sorry Uncle Policeman."

"Okay, you can go, study hard, go to Yuling High School, you can apply for grants and grants."

"Thank you, Uncle Police." The young man bowed sincerely, "Uncle Wang's case is over, please tell me, after all, he was the captain of my father before his death, and he also took care of my father." ”

"Good!"

"What a child!" Watching the young man leave, the police officer of the Town Spirit Bureau sighed, "It's really hard for the child." ”

PS: After three million-word street fights, everyone can eat with confidence