Li Changge was dumbfounded.
Wen Manni held her chin, her face flushed as she whispered, "Wow, my Ge Ge is so handsome when he's expressionless!"
"Hero! You really are a hero! "
The village chief held Li Changge's hand tightly, shaking it as tears and snot flowed down his face.
Li Changge wasn't sure, so he silently opened the "Ghost Qi Leaderboard" to take a look.
He took another look.
Damn it, he's at the bottom of the leaderboard!
Why does he look like a hero who's triumphant?
Why is this old man ignoring the first, second, third, and fourth rankings and directly running to me to express his gratitude?
Li Changge secretly glanced back.
Oda Wu just happened to put away her sword and took a few steps forward. With each step, the ground cracked and the mountains shook.
Then he looked at Irin …
Huh? Where did she go?
Then he looked at Pan Zhengyi …
He was squatting on the ground, picking his nose with a silly smile on his face.
Then he looked at Wen Manni …
She was staring at Li Changge with admiration.
Li Changge suddenly understood the village chief's mentality. As expected, the older he was, the wiser he was.
At first glance, he was the most handsome, the most harmless, and the most easy to communicate with among the people here.
"Old village chief, we've been killing for an entire night, going in and out of the army of ghosts seven times, cutting down countless ghosts with our swords, no matter what, we should …"
Li Changge smiled, stretched out his index finger and thumb, and rubbed them in front of the village chief.
It was a gesture that everyone understood.
"Lord Ghost Hunter, this …"
The old village chief had a difficult expression on his face.
Troubled?
Troubled means there's a chance!
The experienced actor Li Changge hurriedly put on a pained expression. "Old village chief, if you're like this … we're troubled too!"
He emphasized the word "troubled".
The village chief fell silent with a conflicted expression.
Li Changge continued to show his acting skills as an award-winning actor. He tried his best to fool her.
"Your village has a long history."
"There must be some divine weapons and armors passed down from ancient times, right?"
"There are no Divine Weapons or Armors, but there should be some secret manuals like the Ghost-killing profound, right?"
"Even if there isn't, there should at least be some medicine or pills that can increase one's strength, right?"
"We ghost hunters are a high-risk profession. It's not easy for us!"
"You're the village chief, and we're killing ghosts for you. It's only right for you to provide us with some protection, right?"
"I've already said that I'll expel all of the Ghosts from Mount Ghostmist. I won't leave a single one alive!"
At the emotional part, Li Changge's eyes turned red, and a special light surged out of his back again.
Passionate background music lingered in their ears.
"Alright!"
The old village chief suddenly raised his head, as if he had made up his mind.
… …
… …
Irin stealthily approached the one-armed old man while the others were not paying attention.
"You survived?"
When the old ghost hunter saw Irin, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. It seemed that he did not expect Irin to be able to survive the ghost tide last night.
Irin smiled and walked into the dark room.
In the corner of the room, there was still a dim candle flame.
On the ground, there were still countless bone sculptures.
The faces on the bone sculptures were hazy, and it was unknown 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. A few seconds later, the murky eyes hidden behind his hair glowed faintly.
"276 Grade D Evil Ghosts and 6 Grade C Ghost Soldiers."
Irin reported the number accurately.
"Heh …" Hearing this, the old ghost hunter sneered.
No one knew what he was laughing about.
He sat down, picked up the broken knife, and used his two pitch-black feet to pick up a half-carved human bone.
His right hand, which was holding the broken knife, trembled slightly in the air.
Irin stood aside, his expression unchanged. He stared at the old ghost hunter with a calm gaze and did not disturb him.
"… …"
A few minutes later, the old ghost hunter put down the broken knife again.
In the end, he did not carve it.
"Why are you still here?"
Irin smiled and said, "Don't worry about me. I'll look at mine, and you carve yours."
"Hmph, you're in my way."
The old ghost hunter snorted impatiently.
Irin shook his head and said softly, "That's because you're confused. That's why I can't carve it."
The old ghost hunter trembled. He suddenly raised his head and shouted at Irin, "Scram!"
"Heh."
Irin smiled. Of course, he would not scram.
The two of them stared at each other for a full five minutes.
The old ghost hunter lowered his head dejectedly. "I've already taught you the Ghost Killing Technique."
Irin shook his head. "But I want to learn how to kill."
As he spoke, Irin pulled out the Bloody Jasmine from his waist.
The special shape and the deep blood groove on the blade made the old ghost hunter completely silent.
As everyone knew, ghosts did not need to bleed.
The only thing that could be killed was humans.
This was also not the size of a normal ghost hunter's knife.
A knife of this shape was mainly dangerous and suitable for assassination.
However, it was not suitable for killing ghosts.
The old ghost hunter took a look and understood.
Suddenly, the old ghost hunter sighed deeply.
He said in a low voice, "Hmph, the candle is about to go out. Without the wax, what should I do …"
"Without the lamp, I can't carve bones …"
"What should I do … cough, cough, cough."
Irin was slightly stunned.
After saying that, the old ghost hunter lowered his head and fiddled with the human bones on the ground. He did not say anything else.
Wax?
What was this?
Had he entered a new plot?
Irin suddenly remembered the strange item he found from the Grade-C ghost soldier's corpse.
So that was it.
"Wait for me for a while."
When Irin re-entered, he was holding six pieces of Ghost Wax in his hand.
…
[Ghost Wax]
[Grade] None
[Description] Ghost Wax condensed from ghost soldier's fat seems to be able to be lit. Note: Cannot be brought out of this world.
…
Whoosh!
The candle in the corner of the house was completely extinguished.
The old ghost hunter took the Ghost Wax from Irin's hand. He dug out a small piece of Ghost Wax and lit it.
As the Ghost Wax burned, a strange fragrance washed away the stench in the house.
The old ghost hunter sniffed. There was a hint of comfort on his face.
"Come with me."
The old ghost hunter silently brought Irin to the outside of the village.
Here, there was a messy little forest.
There was an axe on the ground.
There were piles of wood scattered on the ground.
This seemed to be a place to chop wood.
The old ghost hunter casually picked up a round piece of wood that was thicker than his head. He lifted the axe easily with his remaining right hand.
Clap, clap, clap.
When the old ghost hunter was young, he should not have been a simple person.
Just by looking at the way he chopped wood, one could tell.
The axe was blunt. The blade was rusty and even chipped.
However, the old ghost hunter used this rusty axe to chop the round piece of wood into pieces of wood.
The old ghost hunter carefully erected the wood in front of Irin.
“？”
Irin looked at the old ghost hunter.
A question mark slowly appeared on his face.
"Cut it open."
The old ghost hunter panted and then sat on the ground.
The corner of his mouth even curled up into a mocking smile.
Irin frowned slightly. Was this the art of killing?
However, after thinking for a while, Irin did not say much. He felt that the old ghost hunter's actions seemed to have a deeper meaning.
Moreover, the way he chopped the wood just now was not simple.
Thinking of this, Irin walked forward and was about to pick up the rusty axe.
"Hehehe."
The old Ghost Hunter chuckled when he saw that.
Irin ignored the crazy old ghost hunter. He just lifted the rusty axe, raised it high, and chopped down on the wood.
It landed heavily.
It was very powerful.
However, in the next second.
Irin was stunned.
Duang！
Irin suddenly felt his palm go numb. The axe in his hand almost flew out.
A small piece of wood had actually caused another crack to appear on the axe.
A crack spread from the dent to the handle of the axe.
Irin reasonably guessed that if he chopped it again, the axe might break into two.
"Hehehe … Cough, cough, cough!" The old ghost hunter laughed wantonly. He laughed until he was out of breath. In the end, it turned into a dry cough.
Irin frowned. He raised the axe in his hand and looked at it for a long time.
He suddenly turned around and asked in a very serious tone, "This axe … Can I sharpen it?"
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