Chapter 63 The Art of Killing

Li Changge was dumbfounded.

Wen Manni held her chin, her face was flushed, and she murmured in a low voice: "Wow, my Gege looks so handsome with no expression!"

"Hero! You are really a hero!"

The village chief held Li Changge's hand tightly, shaking it constantly, and the snot and tears couldn't stop flowing down.

Li Changge was a little uncertain, and silently opened the "Ghost Qi List" to take a look.

Take another look.

Nima is obviously the tail of the crane?

How to do it like a hero's triumph?

How could this old man disregard the first, second, third, and fourth rankings, and just ran to himself with tears of gratitude?

Li Changge glanced back quietly.

Oda Mai just put away the knife, took a few steps, stomping, the ground was cracked, and the ground shook.

Look at Yi Lin again...

Huh? Where did people go?

Look at Pan Zhengyi again...

He was squatting on the ground, picking his nostrils with a smirk on his face.

Look at Wen Manni again.

He was staring at Li Changge with admiration.

Li Changge suddenly understood the mentality of the old village head, and he really got better with age.

Among the people here, at first glance, he is the most handsome, most harmless, and the most communicative.

"Old village chief, you see, we killed all night, entered and exited seven times in the army of evil spirits, and beheaded countless evil spirits under the knife, how can we..."

Li Changge smiled slightly, stretched out his index finger and thumb, and rubbed them in front of the old village chief a few times.

Gestures that everyone understands.

"Master Ghost Hunter, this..."

The old village head had a look of embarrassment on his face.

Embarrassed?

How embarrassing is there to play!

Li Changge, an experienced veteran actor, quickly put on a heartbroken expression: "Old village chief, you are like this...it is very difficult for us!"

The word "difficult" is accentuated.

The old village chief fell silent with a troubled expression on his face.

Li Changge continued to display his actor-level acting skills, flicking hard, flicking to death.

"Your village has a long history,"

"Is there some kind of divine armor handed down from ancient times?"

"I don't have the treasure armor of the gods, but there should be some magic tricks like the secrets of ghost killing, right?"

"Even if there is no such thing, there must be some medicines, pills, etc. that can improve strength?"

"We ghost hunters are super-high-risk occupations. It's not easy, okay?"

"As the village head, we kill ghosts for you, so you should provide us with a little protection, right?"

"I have already said that I will expel all the ghosts from Guiwu Mountain, leaving no one behind!"

Speaking of emotion, Li Changge's eyes flushed, and there were pieces of Huaguang special effects gushing out from behind again.

The passionate BGM lingers in the ears.

"good!"

The old village head suddenly raised his head, as if he had made up his mind.

...

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Taking advantage of other people not paying attention, Yi Lin quietly came to the one-armed old man.

"You survived?"

When the old ghost hunter saw Yi Lin, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, as if he never thought that Yi Lin could survive the ghost tide last night.

Yi Lin smiled slightly, and walked into the dark room.

In the corner of the room, a dim candle was still burning.

There are still countless bone carvings all over the ground.

The hazy face on the bone carving did not know what the old man was carving.

"The ghost aura on your body...how many ghosts have you killed!"

The old ghost hunter's nose twitched slightly, and a few seconds later, the cloudy eyes hidden behind the hair shone slightly.

"276 D-level ghosts, 6 C-level ghost soldiers."

Yi Lin reported the number accurately.

"Hey..." The old ghost hunter sneered when he heard this.

I don't know what I'm laughing at.

He sat down, picked up the broken knife, and picked up a half-carved human bone between his two black feet.

He was holding the broken knife in his right hand, trembling slightly in the void.

Yi Lin stood aside, her expression unchanged, staring at the old ghost hunter with a calm look, and did not make a sound to disturb her.

"..."

A few minutes later, the old ghost hunter put down the broken knife again.

After all, it still didn't go down.

"Why don't you go away?"

Yi Lin smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about me, I'll look at mine, and you carve yours."

"Hmph, you're getting in my way."

The old ghost hunter snorted impatiently.

"It's because you are in a mess, so you can't use the knife." Yi Lin shook her head and said softly.

The old ghost hunter was shocked, suddenly raised his head, and yelled at Yi Linli: "Get lost—"

"Ah."

Yi Lin smiled, it is naturally impossible to get out.

The two stared at each other for 5 minutes.

The old ghost hunter lowered his head dejectedly: "I have already taught you the secret technique of ghost killing."

Yi Lin shook her head: "But I want to learn how to kill."

While talking, Yi Lin pulled out Blood Jasmine from her waist.

The special shape and the deep blood groove on the blade made the old ghost hunter completely silent.

As we all know, ghosts don't need bloodletting.

Bloodletting can kill only people.

This is not the size of an ordinary ghost hunter saber either.

The short knife of this shape, the main danger, is suitable for assassination.

But it is not suitable for killing ghosts.

The old ghost hunter knew it with just one glance.

Suddenly, the old ghost hunter sighed deeply.

He said in a low voice without thinking: "Hmph, this candle is about to go out, there is no wax, what should I do..."

"Without a lamp, old man, I can't carve bones..."

"What should I do...cough cough cough."

Yi Lin was slightly taken aback.

After saying these words, the old ghost hunter lowered his head and fiddled with the human bones on the ground, and stopped talking.

wax?

what is this?

Have you entered any drama again?

Yi Lin suddenly remembered the strange things she had found from the corpse of the Class C ghost soldier.

I see.

"You wait for me for a while."

When Yi Lin re-entered the door, she took six pieces of "ghost wax" in her hand.

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【Ghost Wax】

【Grade】None

[Explanation] The ghost wax condensed from the fat of ghost soldiers seems to be used to ignite. Note: Cannot be taken out of this world.

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call out!

The candle in the corner of the room was completely extinguished.

The old ghost hunter just took the ghost wax from Yi Lin, picked a small piece of ghost wax, and lit it.

With the burning of the ghost wax, a strange fragrance dilutes the stench in the house.

The old ghost hunter sniffed, with a bit of relief on his expression.

"You come with me."

The old ghost hunter silently took Yi Lin outside the village.

Here, there is a messy little forest.

On the ground, there is an axe.

The ground was full of piles of wood in bits and pieces.

This appears to be the place to chop wood.

The old ghost hunter casually picked up a piece of log thicker than the diameter of his head, and easily picked up the ax with his remaining right hand.

clap clap.

When the old ghost hunter was young, he should not have been a simple character.

Just by looking at the action of chopping wood, you can get a glimpse of it.

The ax was blunt, and the ax was full of rust and even chipped.

But the old ghost hunter used this rusty axe to easily chop a log into boards.

The old ghost hunter carefully erected the board and stood in front of Yi Lin.

"?"

Yi Lin looked at the old ghost hunter.

Slowly issued a question mark.

"Cut it open."

The old ghost hunter took a breath, then sat down on the ground.

There was even a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yi Lin frowned slightly, is this the art of killing people?

But after thinking for a while, Yi Lin didn't say much, he always felt that the behavior of the old ghost hunter seemed to have some deep meaning.

And the chopping of firewood just now was not easy.

Thinking of this, Yi Lin stepped forward, ready to pick up the rusty axe.

"Hey hey."

Seeing this scene, the old ghost hunter sneered and laughed.

Yi Lin ignored the nervous old ghost hunter, just picked up the rusty axe, raised it high, and slashed at the wooden plank.

Fall heavily.

It's full of momentum.

But the next second.

Yi Lin was stunned.

Duang!

Yi Lin suddenly felt a numbness in her palm, and the ax in her hand almost flew out.

On the axe, a mere piece of wood was unexpectedly broken, and another gap was broken.

A crack spread from the gap to the handle of the axe.

Yi Lin reasonably speculated that as long as there was another strike, the ax might break in two.

"Hey hey...cough cough cough!" The old ghost hunter laughed wantonly, until he got out of breath, and finally became a dry cough.

Yi Lin frowned, raised the ax in her hand and looked at it for a long time.

He suddenly turned his head in a very serious tone and asked, "This ax... can I sharpen it?"