Li Changge's face was full of question marks.
Even Oda Wu, who kept her head down, couldn't help but raise her head slightly and looked at Irin with a cold gaze.
Oda Wu's facial features were very delicate, but there was a frightening sharpness between her eyebrows.
Irin slowly put down the crooked bowl.
"First, when I came here, I already noticed that there were no signs of human habitation along the way. There were only graves and no farmland."
Irin smiled and put down a finger.
"Second, I noticed that there were no poultry or livestock in the village, and I think you should have met a hunter. For this village, hunters should be the main source of food for the villagers …"
Irin put down another finger.
Li Changge's face changed slightly when he heard this.
"Third, from the moment I picked up the first bowl of wild vegetable soup, the village chief has been staring at my bowl and swallowing his saliva non-stop. If I'm not wrong, this pot of wild vegetables should be the only food left in the village, right?"
The old village chief heard this and smiled awkwardly.
He didn't deny it.
From time to time, his turbid eyes would drift towards the pot of poor-looking wild vegetable soup.
Gulp.
He swallowed his saliva again.
Irin put down the last finger and concluded, "In other words, the first problem we have to face is not how to kill the ghost, but …"
"How can I prevent myself from starving to death in such a remote place?"
After that, Irin burped again.
"What the f * ck?"
Li Changge was dumbfounded. He hurriedly looked at the pot. Although Yi Lin was not a beast to the point of eating everything, there was not much left.
Irin was definitely not an alarmist.
In the story mode, the time span was huge.
It could last a few hours, or a few days, or even … longer.
Survival was also a difficult problem.
Irin's "previous life" had entered a world full of viruses. The creatures, water, and food in that world all contained deadly viruses.
In the end, Irin survived with great difficulty.
But Irin didn't want to recall the taste of that world.
Compared to some strange foods, this pot of wild vegetable soup could definitely be considered a natural and pollution-free supreme delicacy.
What was there to be picky about?
Li Changge didn't hesitate any longer. Under the Village Chief's eager gaze, he hurriedly scooped up a bowl full of soup, and without saying anything, he downed it first as a sign of respect.
Oda Wu's fingers twitched.
In the end, she couldn't resist and started sipping.
After eating and drinking to his heart's content.
Li Changge was still somewhat unsatisfied.
Ah, it smells so good.
It seemed that nothing in the world could escape the law of "true fragrance".
Li Changge put down his bowl, looked at Irin, and said slowly, "You're not being very nice."
"Didn't I tell you to try it?" Irin retorted with a smile.
"…"
Li Changge didn't know what to say.
That seemed to be the case.
Oda Wu also put down her bowl.
There was not a drop left in the bowl.
She lowered her head.
But in her heart, she was thinking … how fragrant.
At this time, the Village Chief finally looked away from the empty iron pot, sighed softly, and said, "This Ghost Hunter is right."
"Our village has always been the hunters who find food for us …"
"But Hunter Zhao, Hunter Zhang, and Hunter Xu were killed by ghosts, and Hunter Sun and Hunter Qian's whereabouts are unknown. Our village has already reached the point of life and death!"
"If it weren't for the Ghost Hunters coming from afar, we … we … even if we weren't killed by ghosts, we would still be dead in the end!"
Li Changge asked, "But Village Chief, Haunted-mist Mountain is so big, and we're not familiar with it. Even if we really want to kill ghosts, we don't know where to start."
Li Changge was trying to find out how to complete the mission.
Information was very important.
The main mission had already been very clear …
Kill the Ghost King.
Not to mention whether they had the strength to kill the Ghost King, this mountain was everywhere, and the "Ghost King" wouldn't be like in the game, with the bright red words "Ghost King" above its head. How were they going to find it?
Where was the Ghost King?
This was a serious question.
How were they going to kill it?
This was an even more serious question.
"This … isn't easy." Li Changge had a headache.
Although he wasn't considered a senior apostle, he had experienced two trials in the inner world, including the preliminary apostle trial.
He also had some experience with the rules of the inner world.
Irin pondered for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Old Village Chief, I have a question."
"Go ahead, Ghost Hunter."
Irin raised his head, looked into the eyes of the old village chief, and asked slowly, "Where did you hear about the legend of the Ghost Hunters?"
…
…
Ten minutes later.
After a meal, Li Changge felt that he had become more familiar with Irin.
He took the lead, walking half a step faster than Irin, and asked in a low voice, "Irin, how did you know that there are people in this village who know about the Ghost Hunters?"
"What else?" Irin didn't explain, and asked in return.
Li Changge smiled embarrassedly, "I thought this was just a plot setting …"
"Actually …"
Irin moved closer mysteriously.
Li Changge also moved closer.
"I guessed."
"…"
As for the reasoning process, only Irin knew.
It was a small matter, and he was too lazy to explain.
Oda Wu held her sword, and silently followed behind Irin and Li Changge.
Yi Lin noticed that the sabers that the three of them wore were somewhat different.
Li Changge's sword was of average length. Although it was not unsheathed, it looked like an ancient Tang Dynasty sword.
Oda Wu's sword was especially long, and it looked like … yes, it looked very similar to the ancient sword that Irin took from Xiao Shisan.
Irin's sword, however, looked a little … short.
To be precise, it was especially short.
But only he knew whether it was useful or not.
Speaking of the length of the sword, Irin actually had a question not long ago.
There were two swords in his storage space.
One was his Blood Jasmine, and the other was Xiao Shisan's ancient sword.
But when Irin appeared in the scene, the scabbard at his waist was fitted with Blood Jasmine, and not Xiao Shisan's tachi.
Could it be that "that will" was able to determine that Blood Jasmine was Irin's sword?
"This isn't even a Spirit Attached weapon …"
Irin muttered softly.
"Honorable Ghost Hunters, this is the place …"
The village chief led the three of them to a pitch-black tile-roofed house.
The door was locked, and there were no windows in the surroundings. It was airtight.
Old crows with sparse feathers were crouched on the roof.
Caw — Caw — Caw —
As the village chief, Irin, and the others approached, the crows on the tile-roofed house let out shrill cries, as if they were frightened. They flew up and swept over Irin and the others.
Li Changge felt his hair stand on end when he heard the crows' cries.
It was hard to associate the strange and shrill cries of the crows with "pleasant to the ears".
"Did you notice that there are a lot of crows in this village? How annoying. "
Li Changge asked casually.
"Heh."
Irin suddenly laughed. "Do you know the habits of crows?"
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