I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

From entering the house to coming out.

It took Li Changge ten minutes.

Oda Mai...

After staying inside for less than a minute, he opened the door and walked out.

When Oda Mai walked out, she let out a sigh of relief and resumed her breathing.

Yi Lin couldn't help but smile.

It seems……

The smell inside is really heavy.

After Oda Mai walked out, she ignored Li Changge, who was constantly showing her presence next to her, but instead glanced at Yi Lin.

Although Yi Lin didn't know what kind of experience and adventure the two of them had in the house, but...

You can roughly guess it.

The old man in the house is still hiding in the dark.

With a gloomy gaze, he looked at Yi Lin.

It seemed to have a taste of scrutiny.

Yi Lin lowered his head and thought for a moment.

It is not difficult to enter the house.

With a simple plan, Yi Lin came up with at least five options.

"Which one to choose..."

Not far from Yi Lin, Li Changge's smile grew stronger.

As if wanting to see Yi Lin's joke with his own eyes.

"Humph."

Seeing Yi Lin didn't move, the old man in the dark snorted and was about to close the door.

Yi Lin smiled slightly, moistened his throat, raised his head, and stared at the fuzzy figure in the dark.

"From now on, let the world feel pain..."

"???"

"!"

Li Changge opened his mouth wide, his face calmly and playfully disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Oda Mai's cold expression also showed a touch of emotion.

Yi Lin's psionic energy value dropped by a bit when he brushed the ground.

The old man just felt like "Duang" in front of his eyes, and completely lost consciousness!

Yi Lin stepped directly in and walked in.

When passing by the old man, the old man did not even react at all.

Outside the house.

Only Li Changge was stunned.

He opened his mouth and couldn't close it for a long time.

"Fuck? Is this all right?"

When he reacted, Yi Lin had already entered the house and closed the door tightly.

...

After Yi Lin walked into the room, he found that the light inside was not as dark as he thought.

Although the smell is a bit heavy, what situation has Yi Lin never experienced?

It's just a trivial matter.

In the corner of the small black room, a faint candle was burning.

I don't know what fuel is in the candlelight, and it exudes a strange fragrance.

"This smell..."

On the contrary, Yi Lin was a little curious about the smell of the lamp oil, as if she had smelled it somewhere.

When the old man reacted, he was shocked to find that Yi Lin had already walked into the house and looked around.

"you……"

The old man glared at Yi Lin coldly, and finally he could only snorted, banged, and closed the door heavily.

With the light, Yi Lin found that the ground was scattered with many small objects.

In the other corner, there were some scattered bones.

In the center of the broken bones, there are some smashed... heads!

That's human bones!

So to say……

Yi Lin's pupils shrunk slightly, and the small objects on the ground, judging from the luster and texture, are clearly human bones!

The broken bones on the ground were carved into various shapes, and Yi Lin suppressed his curiosity for the time being, and did not move.

The old man dragged his rickety body, walked under the candlestick, and rummaged through the dim candlelight for a while. After about half a minute, he struggled to find a book with a crumpled cover and threw it at Yi Lin's feet.

Yi Lin only noticed that the old man's left arm was broken shoulder-to-shoulder, and the fracture was neat. It had already scarred, and he didn't know what he had encountered.

After the one-armed old man threw the small broken book at Yi Lin's feet, he ignored Yi Lin.

There is a black rag on the ground.

It's covered with grease and dirt, and I don't know how many years I haven't washed it.

The rags were laid randomly on the ground, and it was vaguely distinguishable, and a word was written—

"kill".

The one-armed old man sat down on the rag and rubbed his buttocks. After finding a comfortable sitting position, he picked up a piece of human bone from the ground at random and picked up a broken knife from his side. Fix the broken bones on the two soles of the feet, and carefully start carving with one knife on the bone.

"Go away when you finish reading."

The one-armed old man didn't lift his head either, but said dryly.

Yi Lin didn't change his face or was too dirty, so he leaned down and picked up the broken book on the ground.

The moment Yi Lin's fingers touched the cover, the attributes of the broken book were transformed into words and appeared in front of Yi Lin's eyes.

...

【Ghost Killing Secret Art】

[Grade] Rare

[Description] After using it, you can learn the special passive skill [Ghost Killing], the number of uses is 1/1.

...

It turned out to be a skill book?

In the inner world, items and equipment are divided into six levels.

The degree of preciousness from low to high is: rough, common, rare, rare, epic, and legend.

In addition, the "None" grade is a special item, not among the above grades.

In the fourth layer of space, it is so easy to obtain "rare" items, and it is a skill book that can comprehend skills after using it directly, which surprised Yi Lin a bit.

But...no surprise.

According to the information that Yi Lin has obtained so far, this "ghost killing technique" is only a necessary condition.

As long as you are not too stupid, you can basically get the "Ghost Killing" skill.

Ghost killing technique, as the name suggests, is a secret technique used to kill ghosts in this trial mission.

In other words, the ghost killing technique can only be used to kill ghosts...

Can't kill.

However, since it is necessary for customs clearance, Yi Lin will naturally not dislike it and put it in the storage space for the time being.

[Ghost Killing Secret Art] After entering the storage space, it turns into an exquisite card.

On the front of the card is an exquisite black thread-bound book.

There are four words written on the cover: the secret technique of ghost killing.

The one-armed old man ignored Yi Lin and remained silent, struggling to pinch the bone between his toes, and sculpt the bone sculpture with a broken knife.

Seeing this scene, Yi Lin knew in his heart.

No wonder Oda Mai came out in less than a minute.

In this way, as long as you can find a way to prove that you are eligible to enter the house~www.wuxiaspot.com~, you can get a skill book.

There is no other nonsense for the one-armed old man.

As for why Li Changge spent ten minutes in the house...

Yi Lin speculated that the guy had changed his way in the house to toss him for a long time, trying to explore the possibility of other plots from the one-armed old man.

"Ah……"

Yi Lin stared at the one-armed old man who concentrated on carving under the dim candlelight, and suddenly chuckled.

"You were also a ghost hunter before?"

Snapped.

The old man who was carving a bone sculpture shook his right hand slightly, and the human bone on his foot was directly shattered by a broken knife.

"..."

The one-armed old man remained silent and said nothing. He picked a thigh bone on the ground again and carve it again intently.

Seeing this scene, Yi Lin smiled a little bit more on his face.

He was really afraid that the old ghost hunter wouldn't get in.

Since there are mood swings, it's easy to handle.

Yi Lin looked at the yellow candlelight in the corner and smiled slightly: "I remember now, the burning in your room is corpse wax, right?"

"..."

"But...this Ghostwu Mountain, the most important thing is the corpse."

"..."

The one-armed old man moved quickly, and his left hand, holding the broken knife, quickly carved a rough outline on the human bone.

Although the one-armed old man did not respond, Yi Lin did not change his expression, as if talking to himself, and continued: "I remember not long ago, I saw a woman in that misty forest."

The one-armed old man suddenly stopped.

"Red clothes, white hair...it's pretty."

Snapped!

That bone cut into two instantly!

The candlelight in the corner, in the room, there is no wind, swaying frantically, dying, as if it will be completely extinguished in the next moment.

Today is over, good night readers, grandpa!