I don’t know when it started, but the middle-aged hunter didn’t make any noise.

"Uncle?"

Yi Lin asked again.

Still no response.

I don't know when it will start...

The hunter was cold all over and had no breathing.

When I put it down and looked, I realized that the middle-aged hunter was actually turning his head, with a strange expression on his face.

It seems to be laughing but not laughing, it seems to be crying but not crying.

He died straight and straight.

Died on Yi Lin's back.

I don’t know what scene the middle-aged hunter saw when he looked back before he died.

Was it scared to death?

Or die in a dream?

Irin didn't know either.

Yi Lin lowered her head and stared at the middle-aged hunter's corpse, with a little more solemn expression: "Can it be..."

"How could this creature appear in the trial on the 4th floor?"

"Can she be the Ghost King?"

Yi Lin shook her head. The ability shown by the female ghost in red was mysterious. Although Yi Lin had some speculations in her heart, she still could not make a conclusion due to insufficient information at present.

"It's a pity that I also let the voice distract, otherwise I could also remind you not to look back."

Yi Lin sighed lightly, observing a few seconds of silence for the middle-aged hunter. After standing there for a moment of thinking, he carried the middle-aged hunter's body again and walked forward along the gravel road.

After walking out of the dense forest, my vision is much wider.

Although there is still a faint mist in the air, it is simply a slightest compared to the concentration of the mist in the dead woods.

Looking into the distance, a few wisps of smoke floated up along the direction of the gravel road.

Yi Lin probably estimated that the location of the wisps of light smoke was not far from here.

Looking further away, a strange-shaped mountain stands under the clouds, looking a little lonely.

Yi Lin narrowed her eyes and looked at the mountain.

Looking closer, it turned out to be a skull. The skull's eyes were dark. I don't know if it was two caves or two shadows, but Yi Lin was too far away to see clearly.

After watching Yi Lin for a long time, she felt inexplicably staring at the skull, which made people feel creepy.

In the blink of an eye, the feeling faded away without a trace, as if it was an illusion.

"Hey! It tastes a little bit! Is that Guiwu Mountain?"

After entering the inner world, the scenes everywhere are strange.

But Yi Lin couldn't help laughing.

interesting.

While pondering the plot prompts that appeared in front of you not long ago, Yi Lin walked towards the distant people.

Along the way, there were many deserted graves among the weeds, and the graves were also covered with weeds.

Most of the desolate graves have only one broken wooden board, and the handwriting on the board has become mottled and unrecognizable with the sun and rain. Some are covered with moss, while others have already rotted.

Some graves don't even have simple tombstones, just a bald grave. From time to time, crows fall on the graves, screaming, and the hoarse crows sounded like a mourning at first glance.

About half an hour later.

Yi Lin finally arrived at the place where Qingyan was, carrying the hunter's body.

This is a small village.

There is a stone tablet erected at the village gate.

The stone tablet looks like a certain year, and the handwriting is blurred, so you can only vaguely identify the last two words-

“…Shadow Village”

The entire village was surrounded by mud walls about one person high, with a few wisps of light smoke floating from the village. The location Yi Lin identified from a distance should be here, and there is nothing wrong with that.

At the entrance of the village, a little boy with a pale face and skinny face was sitting. The boy was listless, with his head hanging down and a wrinkled grass chewing in his mouth.

Yi Lin approached the village step by step with the middle-aged hunter on his back.

The whole village gives people a lifeless feeling, with crows squatting on the roofs of mud and stone houses, and the crows heads surging, and the ground is covered with blackness.

Except for the little boy at the entrance of the village, Yi Lin did not see any other villagers.

The little boy looked up at Yi Lin and lowered again.

Continue to chew the grass in your mouth.

It seems quite flavorful.

Yi Lin lowered the body on his back, smiled slightly, and asked, "Look, is this the person in your village?"

The little boy then raised his head again and his eyes fell on the middle-aged hunter's face with a weird expression.

After a while, the little boy nodded with a blank expression: "It's Zhang Huowen, is he asleep?"

"No, he's dead."

When the little boy heard this, his dull expression moved slightly, and he stayed there for a few seconds before he could react.

"Is Zhang Liehuo dead?"

"Yes, dead."

The little boy suddenly jumped up from the ground, ran to the village, shouting—

"Not good! No good! Zhang Liehuo is dead!"

"Not good! No good! Zhang Liehuo is dead!"

Hearing the little boy's cry, there was no movement in the village.

Half a minute later, a door opened out with a whisper and a trembling old man walked out from inside.

The little boy shouted like a funeral near the entrance of the village, and suddenly he went back to the entrance of the village, staring at Yi Lin.

To be precise, it should be staring at the black robe on Yi Lin.

"Are you... a ghost hunter?"

Yi Lin smiled slightly and nodded: "That's right."

When the little boy heard this, he suddenly grinned.

The power that came out of his thin little body, and ran into the village at a faster speed than it was just now.

"That's great! Great! Another ghost hunter is here! Another ghost hunter is here!"

"That's great! Great! Another ghost hunter is here! Another ghost hunter is here!"

"That's great! Great! Another ghost hunter is here! Another ghost hunter is here!"

The little boy reported the news of Zhang Hunter's death twice.

But the ghost hunter...the little boy shouted three times.

It's true...what is important?

That situation reminded Yi Lin of a word:

I like to hear and see, and I am very pleased with people. I celebrate with all the world and I run around and tell each other.

Abbreviation...

Joyful.

Yi Lin was a little curious. How did this kid cry for Zhang Huowen the previous second, and then have fun again the next second?

etc……

Yi Lin said twice to the little boy and savored it carefully.

"He's dead too...come again..."

And this lifeless village seemed to suddenly come alive after hearing the three words "Ghost Hunter".

...

...

Inside the dim house.

A fire rose in the center.
To be continued...