Are you mourning for the dead?

No.

Maybe not.

Jiang Xia was only half a monk and couldn't feel any demonic energy.

But now standing in front of the door that was blown up by the detonator, he felt that the abandoned manor covered with weeds in front of him was like a ghost with sharp teeth open.

Waiting for the ignorant sacrifice of flesh and blood.

"Don't...don't go."

Niu Hanhan, who has always been pure, is standing behind Jiang Xia and clenched his fists abnormally. Seeing that Jiang Xia was about to walk in, he reached out to stop him and said stutter:

"Dangerous...has dangerous!"

"I know."

Jiang Xia turned around and smiled at Hanhan, saying:

"But if it's not dangerous, then what are we doing here?"

He looked back and looked at the carriage parked outside the manor. Butler Saren was holding a stinging sword in his hand. After his exquisite tuxedo, he also carried a very tough double-bar hunting rifle and was wrapping the bullet around him.

"Hey, old hunter."

Jiang Xia lit a cigarette and asked vaguely:

"You hire so many people with uneven strength... are they sacrifices?"

Butler Saren stopped.

He glanced at Jiang Xia, without answering or denying.

"There's a big guy inside, right?"

Jiang Xia asked:

"That's your and Helya's goal. I don't care much, but does this behavior of sacrificing and hunting with human life meet the principles of the witch hunting club?"

The old housekeeper still didn't speak.

He made all his preparations and took out two large-caliber revolvers from the carriage box, walked forward with his exquisite hunting boots, with his waist straight.

The moment he crossed Jiangxia, Old Saren suddenly whispered:

"Strange people, what do you think is a witch hunter?"

"It's so stupid that these young people think that they can make their hunting safer if they get a monster of different levels.

For an old guy like me, monsters are monsters, and each end is very dangerous.

If you want to win, you have to be well prepared.

Their lives and mines are sacrifices for victory!

As you said, there is no reason why the manor is abandoned. There is a real big guy inside, the kind of thing that can cause the souls of ordinary people to collapse just by just a glance.

If you notice the malice...

You can wait here. The lady hired you, but she is still too immature and easily trust others. I don’t think you will honestly fulfill the agreement.

I've seen people like you.

More than once.

Although you always smile, you are much more dangerous than those young witch hunters who pretend to be cool in cold faces.

However, that's good.

This makes me want to hire you too.”

The old butler raised his head and looked at the manor in front of him with nostalgic gaze. He whispered:

"If my last hunt fails, if I can't come back, take the lady away, leave this world of hope annihilation, and take her to you."

"Hey, old man."

Jiang Xia took off the cigarette from the corner of her mouth, blew the ash, and said:

"Hiring someone is rewarded."

Old Saren nodded, he looked at Jiang Xia and said seriously:

"I don't have anything good to you, but if you need it, after I die, my ashes will belong to you. That was given to me by the Lord, from the ashes of a demon lord.

But a real good thing.

I think it should be enough to exchange it for the future of the lady.”

"etc!"

Jiang Xia suddenly reached out and interrupted the old housekeeper. He looked at him with a strange look and said:

"After you bloody witch hunters die, there will be ashes left?"

"hehe"

Old Saren laughed unidentifiedly, and he said what he had just said again.

"What do you think is a witch hunter?

Only after every witch hunter dies will the most expensive legacy in his life be born. Through this legacy, the will of the warrior will be reborn in future generations.

Every witch hunter has a different starting point, but they have a common destination. Every witch hunter is destined to embark on this path of inheritance and glory.

The ashes of every witch hunter represent a determined force, which is the last backbone of this world."

This is probably an old hunter who is expressing some kind of philosophical fatalism.

Unfortunately, Jiang Xia didn't care at all, and didn't even take the time to stop.

With his eyes lit up, he turned his head and changed the command during chip communication.

explain:

"Liu Hui, stop playing with those weak monsters, come back quickly! Come to me, there are big babies waiting for you."

"Su, switch to deadly firepower, I don't care about ordinary people, those bloodlines... as long as you dare to provoke, you will shoot! Uh, no, they have provoked before, right?

very good!

It saves troublesome communication. Now I start searching for the target and find any abnormal movements, kill them directly!
Chapter completed!