Infinite Throne

   Chapter 63 The Art of Murder (recommend!)

  Li Changge looked confused.

  Wen Manni held her chin, her face flushed, and she whispered: "Wow, my song song is expressionless, so handsome!"

   "Hero! You are really a hero!"

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

  Li Changge was a little unsure, and silently opened the "Ghost Ranking" and took a look.

   Take another look.

   Nima is obviously the tail of the crane?

How can    be like a heroic triumph?

   How could this old man ignore the list one, two, three, and four, and go straight to himself and be grateful?

  Li Changge quietly looked back.

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

  Look at Irin again...

Huh? Where did the people go?

  Look at Pan Zhengyi again...

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

  Look at Wen Manni again.

   was staring at Li Changge with admiration.

  Li Changge suddenly understood the mentality of the old village chief, and the older he got, the better he really was.

   At first glance, he is the most handsome, the most harmless, and the most able to communicate.

   "Old village chief, you see we killed one night, seven in and seven out of the army of evil spirits, beheading countless evil spirits under the sword, no matter what..."

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

   A gesture that everyone understands.

   "Master Ghost Hunter, this..."

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

   Embarrassed?

   It’s so difficult to have a show!

   Li Changge, an experienced and veteran actor, hurriedly put on a distressed expression: "Old village chief, you are like this... It's also difficult for us!"

   The word "difficult" is accented.

  The old village chief fell silent, his face tangled.

  Li Changge continued to play the actor-level acting skills, flickering hard and flickering to death.

   "Your village has a long history,"

   "There's always some kind of magical armor handed down from ancient times, right?"

   "There is no magic weapon armor, magic tricks similar to ghost killing secrets, should there be?"

   "Even if there really isn't, there must be some medicines, pills, etc. that can improve your strength, right?"

   "We are ghost hunters, but it's a super high-risk profession, it's not easy to live!"

   "As the village chief, we kill ghosts for you, and you provide us with a little bit of protection, is it always right?"

   "I already said that I will expel all the ghosts from the Ghost Mist Mountain, and leave none of them!"

   Speaking of the emotional part, Li Changge's eyes were flushed red, and pieces of Huaguang special effects poured out from behind again.

  The passionate BGM lingers on the side of the ear.

"it is good!"

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

  …

  …

  Irin quietly came to the one-armed old man while others were not paying attention.

   "You survived?"

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

  Irin smiled and walked into the dark room.

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

   On the ground, there are still countless bone carvings.

   The hazy face on the bone carving, I don't know what the old man is carving.

   "The ghost in you... How many ghosts did you kill!"

   The old ghost hunter moved his nose slightly, and after a few seconds, the cloudy eyes hidden behind his hair shone slightly.

   "276 D-level demons and 6 C-level ghost soldiers."

  Irin reported the numbers accurately.

   "Hey..." The old ghost hunter sneered when he heard the words.

   I don't know what to laugh at.

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

   He held the broken knife's right hand, trembling slightly in the void.

  Irin stood aside, his expression unchanged, staring at the old ghost hunter with a calm look, without making a sound.

  “…”

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

   Still didn't engrave.

   "Why don't you get out?"

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

   "Hmph, you're in my way."

   The old ghost hunter groaned impatiently.

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

  The old ghost hunter was shocked, suddenly raised his head, and shouted at Yilin Li: "Go—"

"Ah."

  Irin smiled, it was naturally impossible to roll away.

   The two stared at each other for 5 minutes.

   The old ghost hunter bowed his head sullenly: "I have taught you the secret technique of killing ghosts."

  Irin shook his head: "But I want to learn the art of killing."

   While saying that, Irin pulled out the 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 do not need bloodletting.

   Bloodletting can kill only people.

   This is also not the size of an ordinary ghost hunter's saber.

   A short knife in this shape is mainly dangerous and suitable for assassination.

   is not suitable for slaying ghosts.

  The old ghost hunter knew it at a glance.

   Suddenly, the old ghost hunter sighed deeply.

   He said in a low voice, "Hum, the candle light is about to go out, there is no wax, what should I do..."

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

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

  Irin was slightly startled.

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

   Wax?

what is this?

   What kind of plot has it entered?

  Irin suddenly remembered the strange object he had found from the corpse of a Grade C ghost soldier.

I see.

   "You wait for me for a while."

When   Irin re-entered the door, he had six pieces of "ghost wax" in his hand.

  …

  【Ghost Wax】

  【Grade】None

  【Description】The ghost wax condensed from the ghost soldier's fat seems to be able to be ignited. Note: Not to be taken out of this world.

  …

  咻!

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

  The old ghost hunter just took the ghost wax from Yi Rin, picked a small piece of ghost wax, and set it on fire.

  As the ghost wax burns, a strange fragrance dilutes the stench in the house.

  The old ghost hunter took a breath, and his expression brought some relief.

   "You come with me."

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

   Here, there is a messy little forest.

  There is an axe on the ground.

  The ground is piled up in pieces and piles of wood.

   This seems to be where firewood is cut.

  The old ghost hunter picked up a log that was thicker than the diameter of his head, and the only remaining right hand lifted the axe easily.

   bang bang bang.

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

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

  The axe was blunt, with rust on the blade, and even a crack.

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

  The old ghost hunter carefully erected the plank and stood in front of Irin.

  “?”

  Irin looked at the old ghost hunter.

   slowly put a question mark.

   "Cut it open."

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

   The corner of his mouth even evoked a playful smile.

  Irin frowned slightly, is this the technique of killing?

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

   And the few times just chopping wood was not easy.

  Thinking of this, Irin stepped forward, ready to pick up the rusted axe.

   "Hey hey hey."

   The old ghost hunter laughed when he saw this scene.

  Irin ignored the nervous old ghost hunter, just picked up the rusty axe, raised it high, and slashed towards the plank.

   fell heavily.

   is very powerful.

   But next second.

  Irin was stunned.

  Duang!

  Irin felt her palm numb, and the axe in her hand almost flew out.

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

   A trace of crack spreads from the gap to the handle of the axe.

  Irin reasonably guessed that the axe might be broken in two if it was repeated.

   "Hehehe...cough, cough!" The old ghost hunter burst into laughter, laughing so hard that it finally turned into a burst of dry cough.

  Irin frowned, raised the axe in his hand and looked at it for a long time.

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

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   (end of this chapter)