I Really Don’t Want To Be A Calamity

Li Changge looked dazed .

Wen Manni held his chin, flushed, and whispered in a low voice: "Wow, my song has no expressions, so handsome!"

"Hero! You are so handsome!" It's a hero!"

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

Li Changge was a little uncertain, and silently opened the "Ghost Qi List" and took a look.

Take another look.

Fuck is obviously the tail of a crane?

How can it be done like a hero triumphantly?

How could this old man ignore the list 1, list 2, list 3, and list 4, and just rushed to him with gratitude?

Li Changge quietly glanced back.

Zhi Tianwu just put away the knife, took a few steps, stepped on, the ground cracked, The earth shook and the mountain quivered.

Look at Yi Lin again...

Huh? Where did people go?

Look at Pan Zhengyi again...

He was squatting on the ground, digging his nostrils with a smirk.

Look at Wen Manni again.

He was staring at Li Changge in admiration.

Li Changge suddenly understands the mentality of the old village chief, and it is true that the older he gets, the better he gets.

At a glance, the few people here seem to be the most handsome, harmless to humans and animals, and the most able to communicate.

"Old village chief, you see that we killed one night, seven in and seven out of the evil spirit army, and countless evil spirits were slashed by the sword. How can this be..."

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

Gestures that everyone understands.

"Master Ghost Hunter, this..."

The old village chief showed an awkward look on his face.

Embarrassed?

Is there something to be done?

Li Changge, an experienced old actor, quickly performed a distressed expression: "Old village chief, you are like this...it’s hard for us to do it too!"

"Difficult" Under the stress.

The old village chief fell silent, his face tangled.

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

"Your village has a long history,"

"There is always a Divine Weapon handed down from ancient times?"

"Divine Weapon does not have a treasure , Divine Art cheats similar to Profound Truth, shouldn’t you have them?"

"Even if there is really no, there must be some medicine, pill, etc., which can improve your strength, etc. Right?"

"We ghost hunters, but a super high-risk profession, have a hard time, okay!"

"As the village chief, we kill for you Ghost, you should always provide us with a little protection, right?"

"I have already said that I will expel all the ghosts from Guiwu Mountain, leaving no one behind!"

Speaking of enthusiasm, Li Changge's eyes were red, and the special effects came out again behind his back.

The passionate BGM haunts the ears.

"Okay!"

The old village chief suddenly lifts the head, as if he has made up his mind.

……

……

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

"You survived?"

When the old ghost hunter saw Yi Lin, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. It seemed that he didn't expect that Yi Lin could Survived from the ghost tide last night.

Yi Lin slightly smiled and walked into the dark room.

In a 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 Qi on your body...how many ghosts did you kill!"

The old ghost hunter's nose moved slightly, and after a few seconds, the turbidity hidden behind his hair His eyes were shining slightly.

"276 D-level ghosts and 6 C-level Ghost Soldiers."

Yi Lin accurately reported the numbers.

"Hey..." The old ghost hunter heard this and let out a sneer.

I don't know what I am laughing at.

He sat down, was picking up the broken knife, and using two black soles to clamp a half-carved human bone.

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

Yi Lin 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.

After all, it didn't go on.

"Why don't you go away?"

Yi Lin said with a slight smile: "You don't care about me, I look at me, you carve yours."

"hmph, you are in my way."

The old ghost hunter groaned impatiently.

"That's because you messed up yourself, so you can't get the knife." Yi Lin shook his head and said softly.

The old ghost hunter shook his whole body, suddenly lifts the head, and shouted at Yi Lin Li: "Go--"

"Heh."

Yi Lin laughed, rolling is naturally impossible.

Two big eyes staring at small eyes for 5 minutes.

The old ghost hunter lowered his head slumpedly: "I have taught you the Ghost Slaughter Technique."

Yi Lin shook his head: "But I want to learn Killing Technique."

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While talking, Yi Lin pulled out Blood Jasmine from his waist.

The special shape and the deep blood trough on the blade made the old ghost hunter completely silent.

As everyone knows, ghosts do not need bloodletting.

Only people can be killed by bloodletting.

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

The short blade of this shape, the main risk, is suitable for assassination.

But it is not suitable for killing ghosts.

The old ghost hunter just glanced at it and knew it in his heart.

Suddenly, the old ghost hunter sighed deeply.

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

"No light, old Fogyy, I can’t carve my bones..."

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

Yi Lin slightly startled.

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

Wax?

What is this?

Have you entered any plot again?

Yi Lin suddenly remembered the ancient monster he had found from the corpse of a Class C Ghost Soldier.

so that's how it is.

"You wait for me for a while."

When Yi Lin re-entered the door, he took six pieces of "ghost wax" in his hand.

……

【Ghost Wax】

【Grade】None

【Explanation】Ghost wax made of Ghost Soldier fat , It seems to be used to ignite. Note: You cannot bring out this world.

……

Huh!

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

The old ghost hunter just took the ghost wax from Yi Lin, picked up a small piece of ghost wax, and lit it.

With the burning of ghost wax, a strange fragrance dilutes the smell in the house.

The old ghost hunter sucked his nose, and his expression was a little relaxed.

"You follow me."

The old ghost hunter silently took Yi Lin out of the village.

Here, there is a mess of Little Lin.

On the ground, there is an axe.

The ground is piled up with wood piles.

This seems to be the place to chop wood.

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

pa pa pa.

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

You can get a glimpse of this movement of chopping wood.

The axe head is very blunt, the axe front is rusty and even cracked.

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

The old ghost hunter cautiously erected the wooden board and stood in front of Yi Lin.

"?"

Yi Lin looked at the old ghost hunter.

A question mark was slowly played.

"Cut it open."

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

There was even a joking smile at the corner of his mouth.

Yi Lin frowned slightly, this is Killing Technique?

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

Moreover, the few firewood cuts just now are not simple.

Thinking of this, Yi Lin stepped forward, ready to pick up the rusty axe.

"hehehe."

The old ghost hunter saw this scene, Chi Chi smiled straightly.

Yi Lin ignored the neurotic old ghost hunter, just lifted the rusty axe, raised high, and slashed towards the plank.

Falling down again and again.

The imposing manner is sufficient.

But the next second.

Yi Lin was stunned.

Duang!

Yi Lin felt his palm numb, and the axe in his hand almost flew out.

On the axe, a piece of wood was trifling unexpectedly, and another gap broke out.

A crack extends from the gap to the handle of the axe.

Yi Lin reasonably guessed that as long as it comes again, the axe might break into two pieces.

"hehehe ......cough cough cough!" The old ghost hunter laughed impudent, his laughter went unresolved, and finally turned into a wave of dry coughs.

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

Suddenly, in a very serious tone, he turned his head and asked: "This axe... can I sharpen it?"