No one knew when it started, but the middle-aged hunter did not move at all.
"Uncle?"
Irin asked again.
There was still no response.
No one knew when it started …
The hunter's body was cold, and he was no longer breathing.
When he put his head down, he found that the middle-aged hunter was still in a posture of turning his head away, and there was a strange expression on his face.
It was a smile yet not a smile, a cry yet not a cry.
Just like that, he died stiffly.
He died on Irin's back.
It was unknown what the middle-aged hunter had seen before he died.
Was he scared to death?
Or did he die in a beautiful dream?
Irin did not know.
Irin lowered his head and looked at the middle-aged hunter's body. His expression became more serious, "Could it be …"
"How could such a creature appear in the trial of the fourth level?"
"Could it be … that she is the Ghost King?"
Irin shook his head. The ability that the red-clothed female ghost displayed was mysterious and unpredictable. Although Irin had some guesses, he could not make a conclusion due to the lack of information.
"Unfortunately, I was distracted by that voice, or else I could have warned you not to turn back."
Irin sighed and mourned for the middle-aged hunter for a few seconds. He stood in place and thought for a while. Then he carried the middle-aged hunter's body and walked forward along the gravel road.
After walking out of the dense forest, the view in front of him was much wider.
Although there was still a thin layer of fog in the air, it was nothing compared to the density of the fog in the withered forest.
Looking into the distance, along the gravel road, there were a few wisps of smoke rising in spirals.
Irin estimated that the location of the wisps of smoke was not far from here.
Looking further, there was a strangely shaped mountain peak. It stood under the dark clouds and looked somewhat lonely.
Irin squinted his eyes and looked at the mountain peak.
Upon closer inspection, it actually looked like a skull. The two eyes of the skull were pitch black, and it was unknown whether they were two caves or two shadows. Yi Lin was too far away, so he couldn't see them clearly.
Irin looked at it for a long time, and for some reason, he felt like he was being stared at by the skull. It made his hair stand on end.
In the blink of an eye, that feeling disappeared without a trace, as if it was an illusion.
"Eh! That's a little interesting! Is that the Ghost Mist Mountain? "
Ever since he entered the Inner World, everything had been strange.
However, Irin could not help but chuckle.
Interesting.
Irin pondered over the Plot Hints that had appeared before her eyes not long ago as she walked towards the people in the distance.
Along the way, there were many desolate graves scattered among the weeds. The graves were also covered with weeds.
Most of the graves only had a broken wooden board. The words on the wooden board had long become mottled and difficult to read due to the sun and rain. Some were covered with moss, while others had long decayed.
Some of the tombstones did not even have simple tombstones. It was just a bare grave. From time to time, crows would land on the tombstones and caw. The hoarse caws of the crows sounded like they were crying at a funeral.
About half an hour later.
Irin finally arrived at Light Smoke's location with the hunter's corpse on his back.
This was a small village.
A stone tablet was erected at the village gate.
The stone tablet seemed to be quite old, and the writing was blurred. Only the last two words could be vaguely made out —
"… Shadow Village."
The entire village was surrounded by a circle of mud walls that were about the height of a person. A few wisps of smoke floated from the village. Irin identified the location from afar. This should be the place. There was no mistake.
At the village gate, a thin boy with a yellow face sat. The boy was listless. His head was drooping, and he was chewing on a piece of crumpled grass in his mouth.
Irin approached the village step by step with the middle-aged hunter on his back.
The entire village gave people a feeling of death. The roofs of the mud and stone houses were full of crows. The crows' heads were turbulent, and they formed a black mass.
Other than the boy at the village gate, Irin did not see any other villagers.
The boy raised his head and glanced at Irin, then lowered it again.
He continued chewing on the grass in his mouth.
It seemed to be quite tasty.
Irin put down the corpse on his back, smiled, and asked, "Look, is this someone from your village?"
The boy raised his head again, and his gaze fell on the middle-aged hunter's face, which still had a strange expression.
After a moment, the boy nodded with a blank face, "It's Hunter Zhang. Is he asleep?"
"No, he's dead."
Hearing this, the boy's blank expression changed slightly. He stood there for a few seconds before he reacted.
"Hunter Zhang is dead?"
"That's right, he's dead."
The boy suddenly jumped up from the ground and ran into the village, shouting —
"Oh no! Oh no! Hunter Zhang is dead too! "
"Oh no! Oh no! Hunter Zhang is dead too! "
Hearing the boy's shout, there was no movement in the village.
Half a minute later, a door opened with a creak, and a trembling old man walked out from inside.
The boy shouted in a circle near the village gate, as if he was running for a funeral. Suddenly, he returned to the village gate and stared at Irin.
To be precise, he was staring at the black robe on Irin's body.
"Are you … a Ghost Hunter?"
Irin smiled and nodded, "You can say so."
Hearing this, the boy suddenly grinned.
His skinny little body seemed to have gathered strength from somewhere, and he ran into the village at a faster speed than before.
"Great! That's great! Another Ghost Hunter is here! Another Ghost Hunter is here! "
"Great! That's great! Another Ghost Hunter is here! Another Ghost Hunter is here! "
"Great! That's great! Another Ghost Hunter is here! Another Ghost Hunter is here! "
The boy reported the news of Hunter Zhang's death twice.
As for the Ghost Hunter … the boy said it thrice.
Indeed … important things had to be said thrice.
That scene made Irin think of a phrase:
Happy to hear and see, happy to see and hear. Everyone rejoiced and spread the news.
In short …
Everyone was overjoyed.
Irin was a little curious. How did this boy manage to cry for Hunter Zhang's death one second, and then be so happy the next?
Wait …
Irin thought about the boy's words carefully.
"He's dead too … Again …?"
And this lifeless village seemed to have suddenly come alive after hearing the words "Ghost Hunter".
…
…
In a dark house.
A fire rose in the middle.
Above the fire, there was a bumpy iron pot.
In the iron pot, there was a pot of green wild vegetable soup. Steam kept rising from the pot, emitting a strange smell.
Two men, one woman, and one old man.
The four of them sat on the ground at the four corners of the iron pot.
They looked at each other.
The white-haired old man looked haggard and his skin was sallow.
He moved his lips a few times and looked at the other three, as if he wanted to say something.
However, the three young Ghost Hunters in front of him seemed to be shooting sparks at each other. That strange atmosphere made it difficult for him to even open his mouth to speak.
Many villagers were lying outside the window, looking at the scene in the house through the windows.
It was broad daylight, but the room was dimly lit. It was because the windows were filled with people.
Irin suddenly laughed.
He picked up the simple and crude bowl in front of him. There was even a hole in it.
Irin did not mind. He scooped up a bowl of steaming wild vegetable soup and drank a mouthful in front of the other three.
Gulp —
He was a handsome man.
A young girl with long hair.
Their gazes gathered on Irin.
Irin blew into the bowl and smiled at the two of them. He said gently, "The taste is not bad, but it's a little bland. Do you want to try it?"
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