The tall, skinny man chuckled, looking a little embarrassed. "You may find it ridiculous, but I'm actually a demon hunter. I specialize in exorcising ghosts all over the world..."
Demon hunter!
As soon as the man's voice trailed off, Hao Ren heard a crashing sound beside him. He turned around and saw Vivian lifting her head from the plate. The vampire maiden wiped the sauce off her face and asked in a trembling voice, "What did you say you do?"
"I knew you would react like this," the tall, skinny man said, looking more helpless than surprised. It seemed that he was quite used to his audience's reaction. "I used to have more serious reactions than you did when I told others. But I'm really a demon hunter. You've seen the movies, haven't you? Like Van Helsing. My job is similar to his, but the way we exorcise ghosts is different from the way in the movies. "
The tall, skinny man spoke with a straight face. Hao Ren subconsciously rubbed his buttocks to keep a distance from the man. A series of question marks popped up in his mind. Is he a demon hunter? Is this for real? Is he a real Superman or a delusional charlatan?
If it were an ordinary person, they would have taken the tall, skinny man's words as a joke, a story, or a charlatan. But Hao Ren definitely thought more than the average person: he knew that demon hunters were a real group!
Of course, Hao Ren did not believe the man's one-sided story. He did not really think that he was a demon hunter. It was more likely that the man was joking. A real demon hunter would not have the habit of revealing his identity so casually, right?
"You guys don't believe me?" The tall, skinny man spread out his hands helplessly. "Well, most people don't believe me anyway. And you see, I'm a Chinese. If I say that I'm a layman from Mount Wutai, it might be more convincing. But I'm a real demon hunter. The word sounds foreign, but in fact, there are demon hunters in every country in the world. We have a long history, starting from the origin of the four universal civilizations..."
Hao Ren and Vivian looked at each other. It sounded a little real. To most people, 'demon hunter' was a Western term. Few people knew that they had been wandering the world since the beginning. The ancient people in China called the demon hunters immortal necromancers, and the demon hunters in other countries were called wizards or priests. But demon hunters themselves would not use these foreign terms. What the man said was obviously true — a fact that most people would not know.
"You're... Mr. Demon Hunter, right?" Lily could not eat anymore. The werewolf maiden had never seen a demon hunter before, but she had heard a lot of horror stories about the latter from Vivian. She was a little nervous. "Do demon hunters really exist in the real world?"
Fortunately, Lily was not a complete idiot. She knew how to beat around the bush.
"Most people treat it as an urban legend or a horror story," the tall, skinny man laughed. "But I'm the real deal. To be honest, there are still quite a number of people who believe in ghost legends. Exorcism happens from time to time in places you don't know about. My main profession is exorcism. I heard that Old Yorkford Castle is haunted, that's why I came here to investigate. "
"Oh, then your job must be highly confidential. How can you just tell people about it?" Vivian asked calmly. She did not bat an eyelid, but in her heart, she was thinking: Why did this "demon hunter" suddenly reveal his identity?
Whether he was telling the truth or not, it did not make sense for him to be so high-profile. Demon hunters had always been a shady profession. Most of them lived in seclusion, and even if they lived with ordinary people, they would try their best to hide their identity. Vivian had never heard of a demon hunter who would advertise themselves to strangers. She thought about all the demon hunters she had met in her long life, and a question lingered in her mind. Could it be that these guys were like her, possessed by the God of Misfortune and had no choice but to openly apply for a job in modern times because they could not find a job?
Hao Ren had the same thought as Vivian, but in a different direction. Since when did a "demon hunter", a profession that should be hidden in a corner of the world in a black robe, become so high-profile? Shouldn't a hero who saved the world hide his face until the end? Look at Hao Ren, he did not go around announcing that he was a patrol officer sent by heaven. Of course, the main reason he did not say it was because of the organization's rules.
"What's there to keep it a secret?" The lanky man said disapprovingly. "It's not like it's a shameful job. Look, even palmistry, word reading, and naming have their own websites. Why can't we demon hunters talk about our jobs?"
Hao Ren and Vivian quickly exchanged glances. They were thinking about how to behave like two "ordinary people" in this situation. Soon, they reached a tacit understanding. They showed interest and disbelief. Vivian had a decent but slightly distant smile on her face. "Are you going to destroy the vengeful spirits in the castle this time?"
When the lanky man saw Vivian's expression, his interest dropped by half, but he still smiled. "We'll talk about it tomorrow. I know you won't believe me, and I don't want you to believe me. But we can travel together. When are you leaving? If it's tomorrow, we'll be on the way. I'm familiar with the route. There's a train leaving in the morning, and we'll arrive in the evening. "
Just as Hao Ren was about to say that he had just arrived in England and needed a day to get over the jet lag, he heard Vivian say, "Well, it's fate that we met. We don't know the way, so please lead the way. May I know your name? "
"My surname is Nangong," the lanky man stood up. "As for my name... Err, I can't reveal it due to work. You can just call me Nangong. How about this, I'll wait for you at this restaurant at 6.30 tomorrow morning. We'll go there together. But I'll only wait for 15 minutes. Any later and I'll miss the train. "
Just as Hao Ren was about to say that he had a jet-lagged girl and might not be able to wake up the next morning, Vivian nodded and said, "Okay, Mr. Nangong. See you at 6.30 tomorrow morning. Oh, I'm sorry. I was too busy talking and forgot to introduce myself. I'm Vivian, and the one next to me is... "
Hao Ren stared blankly at Vivian talking to a "demon hunter" as if nothing had happened. Only when Mr. Nangong walked away did he have a chance to speak. "So, aren't you afraid that he's really a demon hunter?"
"He doesn't look like one. That's not the style of a demon hunter." Vivian waited until Mr. Nangong disappeared before she sat back down on her chair. She let out a sigh and said, "And to be honest, we do lack a guide. Our destination is the same as Nangong's. So, there's a high chance that we'll bump into each other when we arrive at Yorkford. Rather than being caught off guard by a sudden encounter, it's better to travel together and figure out what he's doing. When the time comes, we can take the opportunity to split up. That way, we'll have the initiative in our hands. Of course, this is assuming that he's really a demon hunter. If he's just an exorcist, then things will be easier. An ordinary person isn't a threat to us. We can just let him lead the way. "
Vivian's analysis was reasonable. Hao Ren had to admit that the vampire maiden had more foresight than he did. However, he still had a question that he wanted to confirm. "Vivian, do you have any way to determine whether a person is a demon hunter or not? They're different from ordinary people. They should have some distinguishing characteristics. Take Nangong for example. Apart from his behavior and 'style', can you determine his identity? "
Vivian frowned. Her eyes were looking in a certain direction. "I can't be sure. The most dangerous thing about demon hunters is that they can hide among ordinary people before activating their abilities. My people were often wiped out because their blood thralls were mixed with demon hunters. I'm a high-level Blood Clan. I can analyze his identity through his blood. But, it requires blood. It's not easy. "
After a moment of silence, Vivian probably felt embarrassed that she was useless. She said uncertainly, "But, if I have to say, I can feel something different about him. Back then, I fought with a demon hunter and my right hand was injured. After that, I was left with a strange ability. When a demon hunter is nearby, my right hand will heat up. I feel …"
"Don't feel it. Your hand is in the soup."
"Wow!"
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