hunter rule

"What?"

Zhao Guangli was startled, but in just a moment, all his strength exploded.

As a professional, Zhao Guangli reacted quickly. In an instant, the entire box was shattered by Zhao Guangli.

"what!"

Zhao Guangli looked ahead and snorted coldly.

However, no one responded to Zhao Guangli in the dark.

The kerosene lamp fell to the ground, its weak flame illuminating the shadow in front of it.

"This is……"

Zhao Guangli's eyes widened.

Inside the huge black coffin box seems to be a dead tree.

The posture of the dead tree was strange and twisted, as if it were a human figure, hanging down in the corner.

What's even more terrifying is that on the front surface of the dead tree, a terrifying face emerges. It is a sunken face with resentment.

The smell of corruption filled everything on the third floor.

Strong and nauseating.

Zhao Guangli was no stranger to the scene before him.

To be precise, he was almost frightened by this kind of thing.

Combined with the label from the previous black box...witch.

The dead tree in front of us can basically be concluded to be the body of a demon - the swamp witch.

In other words... the specimen may be more suitable.

Inside the box, a large number of cloak fragments were flying, and some were piled on the ground. It seemed that once the Swamp Witch died, the cloak would automatically break into pieces.

"Is this... the source of the smell?"

The scene in front of him was already exciting enough for ordinary people. The crippled face seemed to have been staring at Zhao Guangli. There were no eyeballs visible in the deep eye sockets, leaving only terrifying holes.

"Why are there demon corpses here?"

Zhao Guangli thought so, and his eyes fell on the other black boxes.

Zhao Guangli held his breath when he opened the second smaller black box.

Although it is smaller, it still looks like the size of a steam locomotive, occupying the entire square area.

A strong and unpleasant odor spewed out again.

From the second black box, a completely rotten head was revealed.

It didn't look like a human head at all. It looked forward ferociously, its eyeballs bulging, but it still lost its luster.

This seemed to be a humanoid demon, with some kind of bandage wrapped around its rotting body. Although Zhao Guangli couldn't understand the writing engraved on the bandage, he could still feel the strong malice.

Its limbs were twisted, and there were horrific scratches inside the black box. It seemed that it was still alive before being imprisoned here.

Its body is slender, black and white, and its surface is entirely wrapped in black and white bandages. Occasionally, some dried liquid remains from under the gaps.

The labels on this black box are a little clearer.

"[Split Cave] Worshiper - Trainee Level."

Zhao Guangli's eyes fell on the next black box at this moment.

"[Holy Tree Courtyard] Cursed Fire Tree (Young) - Apprentice Level."

After this black box was opened, there was not so much smell of corruption, but a dark atmosphere was accurately captured by Zhao Guangli.

This is a small sapling that is not too big. It is stuffed into a black box that is not too big. The skin of the entire sapling is cracked, and in the center of the entire sapling, there is an eyeball that has long since dried up.

On the top, the branches with a burnt smell were pitch black, and pieces of them were shaken off, similar to traces of carbonization, as if they had been burned by a flame.

Zhao Guangli slowed down his breathing and decided to calm down more.

On the top floor of the ancestral house, on the uninhabited third floor, are these black boxes no different from coffins, all used to contain the corpses of monsters?

All the monsters have been dead for a long time, and it is precisely for this reason that they smell like corruption.

These strange and deformed monster corpses gave Zhao Guangli only the deepest shock.

"These are trainee-level monster corpses. They are considered extraordinary materials. Even if they are taken out, they can be exchanged for a lot of money, but they are being hoarded in a place like this."

Zhao Guangli's face showed a cold expression.

"Is this the style of the Chaorong family?"

Zhao Guangli looked at the corpses in the room. He believed that the price of these things was higher than he imagined.

More importantly, Zhao Guangli had some vague judgments.

There were still materials among the monster corpses here, but he only recognized one, and that was the swamp witch.

And this only one is the material required for the quasi-level promotion ceremony of the hunter profession.

The fragments of the swamp witch's cloak. Now he was faced with an entire corpse of the swamp witch, and he almost wanted as many as he wanted.

The monster corpses here may be useful.

Zhao Guangli was thinking calmly at this moment and did not open the remaining black boxes one by one.

At least he wanted to get some fresh air for now.

After making sure that there was nothing on the third floor except the black box, Zhao Guangli walked up the stairs back to the first floor.

He listened to the sound of water dripping from nowhere, held a kerosene lamp, and fell into deep thought in the darkness.

This house is not big at all, and the first to third floors have all been investigated. Although there are some weird places, they are not dangerous at all.

Those monster corpses on the third floor are even a valuable asset.

Then here comes the problem.

Zhao Guangli stood in the living room, examining the quiet and dark room.

Is there really a problem here...?

The night watchman has already come to investigate, and there must be extraordinary power here.

However, the only third level where extraordinary power may exist is just the corpses of demons that have lost their vitality, nothing more.

What could be the problem?

Zhao Guangli frowned, listening to the sound of water drops coming from nowhere.

wrong.

At least what is certain is that there is a book called Family Notes in the Zhao family's ancestral home, which records some difficult secrets about the Hunter family.

Zhao Guangli's father mentioned this before the final 'out hunting'.

Knowing that the curse broke out and that there might be no return, it was impossible for him to carry the family inheritance with him.

Zhao Guangli had already searched the dormitories of Oak College, but found nothing.

Then, the family notes can only exist here, in the ancestral home of the Zhao family.

But Zhao Guangli has not found it so far. Is it placed in a very secret place?

"I've searched all over the first to third floors. There's really nothing there. Should I open all those black boxes and look through them again?"

Zhao Guangli actually didn't really want to do this, at least he didn't want to see that group of friendly-looking friends in a short period of time.

The sound of water drops continues.

Zhao Guangli suddenly...

"Speaking of which...where does this sound of water droplets come from?"

Zhao Guangli held the kerosene lamp with doubts in his eyes.

Although the sound of water drops exists, it seems that it cannot be found in a specific location.

No.

Zhao Guangli's expression changed slightly, and his gaze fell on the corner where debris was piled up.

The sound of water drops... comes from underground.

There is a secret area here.

At this moment, Zhao Guangli pushed aside the accumulated debris. What appeared in front of Zhao Guangli was a square metal cover, firmly covering the road ahead.