I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

　　 I don't know when it started, but the middle-aged hunter did not move at all.

　　 "Uncle?"

　　 Yi Lin asked again.

　　 Still no response.

　　 I don’t know when it starts...

　　 The hunter was cold all over, and he had already lost his breath.

　　 took a look, only to find that the middle-aged hunter kept a turned head posture, with a strange expression on his face.

　　Like a smile but not a smile, like a cry but not a cry.

　　 just died straight.

　　 died on Yi Lin's back.

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

　　 Are you scared to death?

　　 Still dying in a dream?

　　 Yi Lin is also unknown.

　　 Yi Rin lowered his head and stared at the corpse of the middle-aged hunter, his expression became a little more solemn: "Could it be..."

　　 "How can this kind of creature appear in the trial on the 4th floor?"

　　 "Could it be... she is the king of ghosts?"

　　 Yi Lin shook his head. The ability displayed by the girl in red was unpredictable. Although Yi Lin had some speculations in his heart, he still couldn't make a conclusion due to lack of intelligence.

　　 "It's a pity that I was also distracted by that voice, otherwise I can remind you not to look back."

　　 Yi Lin sighed and mourned for a few seconds for the middle-aged hunter. After standing there thinking for a while, he picked up the body of the middle-aged hunter again and walked forward along the gravel road.

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

　　 Although there is still a faint mist in the air, it is nothing compared to the concentration of the mist in the dry woods.

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

　　 Yi Lin roughly estimated that the location of the few wisps of smoke was not far from here.

　　 Looking further away, a weird-shaped mountain, standing under the clouds, seemed a bit lonely.

　　 Yi Lin squinted his eyes to the mountain.

　　 Looking more closely, it turned out to be a bit like a skull. The eyes of the skull are dark. I don't know if it is two caves or two shadows. Yi Lin is too far away to see clearly.

　　 Yi Lin had been looking for a long time, and inexplicably felt a feeling of being stared at by that skull in his heart, which made people horrified.

　　 blinked again, the feeling disappeared without a trace, just like an illusion.

　　 "Hey! It's a bit smelly! Is that the Ghost Wushan Mountain?"

　　 After entering the inner world, every scene is strange.

　　 But Yi Lin couldn't help but laughed.

interesting.

　　 Yi Lin tried to figure out the plot reminder that had appeared in front of him not long ago, while walking towards the distant crowds.

　　 Along the way, among the weeds, there are a lot of barren graves, scattered scattered, and the graves are also covered with weeds.

　　 Most of the deserted graves only have a broken wooden board. The writing on the wooden board has long since become mottled and unrecognizable with the sun and rain. Some are covered with moss, and some have long been decayed.

　　 Some graves don't even have simple tombstones. It's just a bald grave. From time to time, there are crows falling on the graves, yelling, and the hoarse crows crying, which sounds like crying at first.

　　About half an hour later.

　　 Yi Lin carried the hunter's corpse on his back and finally arrived at the place where Qingyan was.

　　 This is a small village.

　　 A stone monument stands at the village gate.

　　 The stone stele seems to have a certain age, and the handwriting is blurred, and only the last two characters can be discerned vaguely—

　　 "...Shadow Village"

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

　　 At the gate of the village, sitting a little boy with a yellow face and thin skin. The boy was listless, his head drooping, and a crumpled grass chewing in his mouth.

　　 Yi Rin carried the middle-aged hunter on his back and approached the village step by step.

　　 The whole village gave people a sense of lifelessness. Crows squatted on the mud-rock roofs, their heads were raging, and the ground was black.

　　 Except for the little boy at the entrance of the village, Yi Lin also saw no other villagers.

　　 The little boy raised his head and glanced at Yi Lin, then lowered again.

　　 continued to chew the grass in his mouth.

　　 seems quite flavorful.

　　 Yi Lin put down the corpse on his back, smiled slightly, and asked: "Look, is this a person from your village?"

　　 Then the little boy raised his head again, his gaze fell on the face of the middle-aged hunter with the weird expression remaining.

　　 After a while, the little boy nodded stupidly: "It's Zhang Liehu, is he asleep?"

　　 "No, he is dead."

　　 The little boy heard the words, his dull expression moved slightly, and he stayed in place for a few seconds before reacting.

　　 "Zhang Liehu is dead?"

　　 "Yes, it's dead."

　　 The little boy suddenly jumped up from the ground, running into the village, shouting—

　　 "Not good! Not good! Zhang Lie is also dead!"

　　 "Not good! Not good! Zhang Lie is also dead!"

　　 Hearing the voice of the little boy, there was no movement in the village.

　　 Half a minute later, a door opened with a babble, and a trembling old man walked out of it.

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

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

　　 "Are you... a ghost hunter?"

　　 Yi Rin smiled slightly and nodded: "Forget it."

　　 The little boy grinned suddenly when he heard the words.

　　 The power rushing out of his thin body without knowing where it came from, ran into the village at a speed faster than Shirley.

　　 "Great! Great! Another ghost hunter is here! Another ghost hunter is here!"

　　 "Great! Great! Another ghost hunter is here! Another ghost hunter is here!"

　　 "Great! Great! Another ghost hunter is here! Another ghost hunter is here!"

　　 The news of Zhang Orion’s death, the boy reported twice.

　　 And the ghost hunter...the kid shouted three times.

　　 Really...Is it important to say three times?

　　 That battle, reminds Yi Lin of a word:

　　 I like to hear and hear, happy to hear, celebrate in the whole world, and tell each other.

　　Abbreviation...

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　　 Yi Lin was a little curious, how did this kid cry for Zhang Lie the first second, and then rejoice like this the next second?

and many more…

　　 Irin said twice to the little boy, UU read the book www.uukanshu.com a little more carefully.

　　 "It's also dead... Here again...?"

　　 And this lifeless village seemed to suddenly come alive after hearing the words "ghost hunter".

　　...

　　...

　　 The dark room.

　　 A fire rose in the center.

　　 On the fire, there was a pitted iron pot hanging.

　　 In the iron pot, there is a pot of green wild vegetable soup, and there is constant heat coming out of the pot, exuding a trace of weird taste.

　　 Two men, one woman, and an old man.

　　 The four people were sitting on the four corners of the iron pot, sitting on the ground.

　　 looked at each other.

　　 The old man with gray hair is described as withered and sallow complexion.

　　 He moved his lips several times, glanced at the other three people, and seemed to want to say something.

　　 But the three young ghost hunters in front of him seemed to be shooting sparks at each other secretly, and the weird atmosphere made him feel extremely difficult even to speak with his mouth open.

　　 There are many villagers eagerly lying outside the window, looking at the scene inside the house through each window.

　　 In this broad daylight, the light inside the house is dim, but it is because the windows are filled with densely packed heads.

　　 Yi Lin suddenly chuckled.

　　 He picked up the simple tile bowl in front of him, with a hole in it.

　　 Yi Lin didn't care, spooned a bowl of steaming wild vegetable soup, and took a sip in front of the other three people.

　　倀倀—

　　 A handsome-looking man.

　　 A girl with long hair and shawl.

　　 swept his eyes and focused on Yi Lin.

　　 Yi Rin breathed into the bowl, smiled slightly at the two of them, and said mildly: "It tastes good, but it's a bit weaker, you guys try it too?"