The poignant sound of breaking the air is different from the past, this is a technique that can leave a lethal air blade in the air!

The first cross slash slashed through the front chest of the daytime wraith.

This time, there was finally no light and unstrained feel, and Arondaet's extraordinary blade slashed through the blackened flesh, and the feel of chopping crispy bones was very clear.

The blade slashed through the third and fourth pairs of ribs, and the middle thoracic vertebrae were also shattered into slag.

The already tattered demon spirit's body couldn't bring the slightest stagnation.

The second vertical split, from the left shoulder of the demon spirit, all the way into its shoulder blades and ribs. Eventually, its abdomen became completely hollow and cleaved out of its body.

After the damage of the two steel blades, the air blades came into play, making the shattered bone stubble even more sparse. Stir up the tattered fabric of the wraith into flying chips.

This level of substantial damage is something that even a demon spirit can't bear.

It's going to even be cut into four pieces by Lane's two knives!

Immediately, the demon spirit turned its back to the sky and let out a scream as if it was under punishment. Then the turquoise flames enveloped it from the bottom up, and finally nothing remained.

In addition to the purple magic runes on the ground, there was also a layer of floating soil that had been blown off by the sword wind, as if nothing had happened.

On the surface, it seems as if Lan En has completely dealt with this twisted soul full of resentment, but in reality

"You can't kill it."

Lan En retracted the elven long knife from his waist and looked around with a frown. Outside the ridges, the cold and humid air of winter still did not come in at all.

It's like hitting a wall.

The power of the daytime wraith was still affecting the field, and it was only temporarily repulsed.

Shaking his head, the young man cautiously withdrew from the deserted land and walked towards the village.

——

"Master! Master Witcher! ”

The Demon Hunter approached the gate of the village fence at nearly two meters tall, and the villagers gathered at the gate cheered at the raised hand of the village elder.

Mutt approached with a smile on his face and asked Ryan inquiring.

"Master, that scream just now, we all felt stuffy in our chests in the village and wanted to vomit, and my dog was scared to pee! You don't see anything wrong with this. Is it already solved? ”

Lan looked at the smiling Mutt calmly, and his heart was clear.

Now he called 'you', but after making sure the problem was resolved, they wouldn't be so polite to the witcher again.

"Far from it."

The witcher waved his hand and dropped a sentence, causing the village elder's face to freeze suddenly, along with the laughter of the villagers.

Mutter hurriedly followed and asked, "'Far from it'?" What is this statement? The monsters don't scream now, and you're back, isn't it over if you're killed? ”

Lan's eyes quickly glanced at the villagers gathered around them, each of them with a face full of trepidation at the monster's target.

It's a great occasion.

A good occasion for the village elders not to lie.

As long as he linked what he wanted to know to the safety of the villagers. The villagers would force out the elder's message on their own.

"Then I'll get straight to the point, guys."

The witcher turned abruptly and faced most of the villagers, making sure they could pick up his serious expressions and solemn tone.

As the son of the emperor, he was familiar with this.

"That field in this village, two years ago a woman who was about to get married died, murder! There is a demon spirit entangled outside that does not leave, which is the resentment of the woman. ”

"It is going berserk with pain or anger, wandering the fields in search of a lover who has been unfaithful to it, a rival to assassinate in the background, or simply a murderer who stabbed it the night before it entered into marriage, but anyone who did not take refuge in time would be killed by it, if not any of the above."

"It can't be killed! Silver swords, spells, witch doctors, herbs. You can't kill it! I cut it into four just now, but it's going to come back tomorrow at most, as if nothing happened. ”

The professional tone and determined look brought great persuasiveness.

The detailed explanation of the dangers of daytime demons has made the villagers, who had only vaguely 'feared monsters' before, have a more specific and real fear.

They began to whisper, grabbing the hands of the people around them in panic, and then quickly let go in fright, looking around nervously.

These reactions were all expected by Lane.

And when fear prevailed in the crowd, and even the corners of Mutter's mouth trembled, Lan En's words changed.

"But it's not like there's no way to deal with it, guys."

Under the drawbridge effect, the crowd looked at the witcher with anticipation and pleading as if they were looking at a life-saving straw.

The amber cat's eyes turned around and made eye contact with everyone. Firm and gentle.

Everyone felt that they had drawn courage and confidence from it.

Even Mutter is the same.

"My lord! My good lord! What's your solution? Please, speak quickly! ”

At this point, he is not even called 'master', but 'adult'.

It's as if a mutant freak has a noble identity at this moment.

Finally, the amber cat's eye froze on the village elder's body.

"I need something from that woman, Mutter."

In the flat words, the village elder's originally expectant expression suddenly froze.

He was starting to feel cold.

"What are you talking about?"

"I need that woman's things, the woman who died in the field two years ago, she was kept with extra care, something that represents emotional concern! Without that, daytime demons can't be killed! Do you understand? ”

Before the village elder could start arguing, Lan En directly interrupted him.

The choking tone, the urgent emphasis, made Mutter break out in a cold sweat in the winter.

Without waiting for the village elder to respond, the demon hunter announced it directly to all the villagers.

"I know that the woman's death is not normal, and she can give birth to a monster like the daytime demon, and she must have been very resentful before she died."

"I also know that everyone lives in the same village, and they don't look down and don't look up, and they shouldn't have sold their neighbors for a dead foreign woman, right?"

"But gentlemen, ladies!"

"This is no longer the time to keep the neighborhood harmonious without talking, and now that daytime demon outside is waiting to rush into the village and demand your life! Do you still want to hide it at this time? Do you still want to say that you don't know anything? ”

The crowd began to stir, and many people's obscure eyes began to focus on Muter's body.

Lan En's eyebrows raised inadvertently, and then he smiled dumbly, is it really you?!

He had thought that the village elder was the one who helped cover up the traces, so that his village would not be short of strong laborers.

But now it seems that he himself has a problem.

Under the sense of crisis and incitement created by Lanen, a middle-aged man took the lead in holding his wife and children and walked in front of Mutt, who lowered his head.

The three of them didn't say anything, just looked at him directly.

With the leader, the remaining villagers walked over one by one, staring at the village elder who was breaking out in a cold sweat.

They didn't speak, but they had already spoken.

Whatever happened two years ago, now Mutter has to put an end to it!

Get that damn belongings! Give it to the fucking witcher!

The village elder looked up with an ugly face, looking at the outsiders in his own village.

The outsider, on the other hand, clasped his hands on his chest as if he had nothing to do with him, but just stretched out his finger and pointed to the villagers who were surrounding him.

That means: 'This is a private matter in your village, you can do it yourself, I just wait for the things to arrive'.

Mutt's teeth were about to be crushed.

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