This year, autumn has passed halfway, and it is almost winter, but the weather that should have been cold is still as hot as summer.

Luofeng Town, a dense forest, the stream is white, a teenager immersed himself in the water, holding a licorice in his mouth, and kept complaining: "What the hell is the weather, it's so fucking hot, it's sticky to breathe, it's as sad as this ghost day!"

The young man had a delicate face, a high nose, a pair of beaded eyes, a messy hair, like dead grass, and a few beads of sweat oozing from the sideburns on his forehead, but his face was ruffian.

"Stinky boy, if you don't come to help, you will know to complain one day, eat and wait for death, and if you can't catch the demon beast, you will have to eat stinky steamed buns again tonight!"

Next to the stream, there is an old man, who is collecting firewood, and he is also the person who speaks, his name is Zhou Zekai, and the people in the town usually call him the second master.

Zhou Zekai, when he was young, had been out for a few years, but he had low talent and did nothing.

After returning home, I worshiped the teacher, learned a little bit of the craft of hunting monsters, hunted monsters all day long, and sold them in major stores.

But now, with the passage of time, his age is also getting old, and his physique is not as good as it was back then, and the low-level demon beast bone marrow he sold can only barely make ends meet.

"Old immortal, what is the noise, it's not that I haven't eaten stinky steamed buns!" the young man snorted and walked out of the stream.

Lifting the huge demon trap on his waist and pulling it hard, it may be that his strength is too small, the demon trap did not move at all, but the young man was already red.

Zhou Zekai stretched out his right hand and knocked him a chestnut: "Bastard boy, I can't even pull a clip, I really don't know what Lao Tzu picked you up back for back then, you know how to eat all day long!"

The young man frowned, and said confidently: "Old thing, you can't say that, didn't you say that I climbed to your house by myself back then?"

"No matter what, you still have to rely on me for the rest of your life, and I have a lot of burden!" the young man waved his hands and sighed helplessly.

"Alas......!" Zhou Zekai shook his head helplessly, and recalled that rainy night eighteen years ago in his mind.

……

At that time, he was middle-aged, his physique was weakening, and he was no longer in his prime.

When he was young, because he didn't know how to cherish it, he squandered a lot, and when he was old, he was still as poor as in his early years.

In desperation, he had to drag his gradually declining body and make a living by hunting monsters every day.

It just so happened that on that day, he had just finished catching the demon beast, and when he returned home, he was already extremely tired, so he lay straight on the kang and fell asleep.

Unexpectedly, when he woke up, there was a chubby baby next to his bed, which was extremely cute.

Zhou Zekai saw that he was getting old, and he had no children under his knees, and he couldn't even get a wife, so he adopted him with kindness.

However, the strange thing is that in this baby's mouth, there are always two words muttered, and he listened to it for a long time before he understood, that is: Jiuhui.

Although he had doubts in his heart, he might as well do something, so Zhou Zekai also obeyed the will of heaven and simply used these two words as the baby's name.

Zhou Jiuhui!

……

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and in the blink of an eye, eighteen years have passed.

Today's Zhou Zekai is also close to his sixtieth year, if it is two years later, I am afraid that he will not even have the strength to pick up this demon trap.

It's just a pity that in the past ten years, Zhou Jiuhui has been in a daze, and until now, he has not learned the art of demon hunting.

Don't say that let him provide for Zhou Zekai, I'm afraid even his own livelihood will have a big problem.

And this question is the only thing this Tuesday master is worried about now.

……

"I think back then, I was in Luofeng Town, and I could be said to be the number one master of demon hunting, even if it was a third-level demon beast, I didn't care about it yet, but now I ......"

"Alas......!" Zhou Zekai sighed and said, "Stinky boy, I am also the one who is about to enter the coffin, you also have to learn a craft, so that you can support yourself in the future." ”

Zhou Jiuhui frowned slightly, glanced at him slightly, and then fiddled with the demon trap and snorted: "Old immortal, what's wrong with you today? Why are you so sentimental!"

"Stinky boy, aren't I worried about you? You're still young, and if you don't learn a trade, you'll ...... in the future."

Zhou Jiuhui patted his chest and said impatiently: "Okay, okay! Don't worry, the rest of your life is in the hands of Young Master Ben." ”

Zhou Zekai glanced at him deeply, smiled slightly, and sighed helplessly.

Suddenly, the evil wind burst out, and in the dense forest by the stream, a fierce roar suddenly sounded, and the trees that had been standing fell to both sides like stacked pai gow.

That demon tiger is finally here!

Zhou Zekai was shocked, his body was hidden in the dark, and he said in a low voice: "Stinky boy, quickly get the demon trap right, I'll go prepare the demon trap!"

Zhou Jiuhui listened to the roar, his heart was already in chaos, and he used all his strength to barely hold the demon trap a few inches apart.

Time waits for no one, and in such an emergency, Zhou Jiuhui hurriedly buried it in the soil, regardless of whether it was put away or not.

As soon as he moved, he was already hiding on the side.

In a few moments, a red tiger came out of the dense forest.

I saw that the size of the tiger was twice as large as that of an ordinary tiger, and the inky black patterns on the whole body were squirming slightly like a black python.

Seeing this, Zhou Zekai, who was hiding behind the bluestone, couldn't help but change his face: "My mother, this ...... This is actually a third-level demon tiger. ”

Zhou Jiuhui squatted aside, gasped for a long time, and said, "What are you afraid of, didn't you just say that you have also hunted third-level demon beasts before?"

"You know, back then, I was able to kill a third-level demon beast, and that was because I was young and strong. Zhou Zekai said helplessly: "After a few decades, how can I compare my old bones with the original?"

"Stinky boy, this guy is difficult to deal with, you'd better be smart, otherwise you'll ......" Zhou Zekai's face was full of caution.

After all, he has been dealing with demon beasts for more than a day or two, so he naturally knows the power of demon beasts.

In fact, this demon beast, just like those cultivators, has been cultivated over hundreds of years, even thousands of years.

The higher the level, the more powerful they are, and of course, the more valuable the demon marrow in their bodies is.

If you can get rid of this third-level demon tiger, then tonight, even if you wrap up the entire "Rouge Building", it will not be a problem.

……

At this moment, the demon tiger, moving casually, with heavy steps, walked to the stream and prepared to drink, obviously, it had not yet found the two people hidden on the side.

Demon hunting is a craft, although it is simple, but it is difficult for ordinary people to learn.

Because, in addition to general skills, it also needs patience, timing and courage, and it is best to be fatal with one blow, otherwise, it can only become the food in the mouth of the demon beast.

Therefore, even if some people work hard all their lives, there is no way to become a demon hunter.

……

At this time, when the demon tiger just lowered his head and was about to drink water, Zhou Zekai was secretly happy in his heart: the opportunity has come.

Suddenly, he roared, pulled the lead, and the demon trap that had been arranged had already been arranged bounced up with a "bang", and clamped it on the demon tiger's ankle with great precision.

This Tuesday master, without the slightest hesitation, jumped out from behind the bluestone in an instant, shook his hands, and the pitch-black demon trapping net suddenly fell.

In the net, the criss-crossing blades of iron blades continuously cut out the blood marks of the demon tiger's skin, deep into the bloody body.

In an instant, the demon tiger raised its neck and let out a heart-rending roar.

"Bring the gun!"

Zhou Zekai gave an order, and Zhou Jiuhui threw the "hanging gun" that had been prepared long ago.

Zhou Zekai took it with both hands, aimed at the head of the demon tiger, and stabbed it fiercely.

"Old immortal, be careful......" Suddenly, Zhou Jiuhui let out an exclamation.