Infinite Throne

   Chapter 50 Another ghost hunter is here! (Ask for a recommendation ticket!)

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

   "Uncle?"

  Irin asked again.

   Still no response.

  I don’t know when it will start…

  The hunter was cold and breathless.

   Putting it down, he found that the middle-aged hunter actually kept a posture of turning his head, with a strange expression on his face.

   Laughing but not laughing, like crying but not crying.

   just died.

   died on Irin's back.

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

   scared to death?

   Or die in a sweet dream?

  Irin is also unknown.

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

   "How could this kind of creature appear in the trial on the fourth floor?"

   "Could it be... she is the ghost king?"

   Yi Rin shook his head, the ability displayed by the red-clothed female ghost was mysterious and unpredictable. Although Yi Rin had some guesses in his heart, due to the lack of current information, he was still unable to make a conclusion.

   "Unfortunately, I also distracted the voice at the time, otherwise I can remind you not to look back."

  Irin sighed softly and observed a few seconds of silence for the middle-aged hunter. After standing in place to think for a moment, he picked up the body of the middle-aged hunter and walked along the gravel road.

   After walking out of the jungle, the vision in front of me is much wider.

  Although the air was still filled with a layer of light mist, it was nothing compared to the concentration of the mist in the dry woods.

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

  Irin roughly estimated that the location where the few wisps of smoke were located was not far from here.

   Looking a little further, a strangely shaped mountain, standing under the cloudy sky, seemed a bit lonely.

  Irin squinted at the mountain.

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

  Irin looked at it for a long time, and felt inexplicably being stared at by the skull, which made people horrified.

   Another blink, the feeling faded away without a trace, like an illusion.

   "Huh! It smells a bit! Is that the Ghost Mist Mountain?"

   After entering the inner world, the scenes are full of strangeness.

   But Irin couldn't help but laugh.

interesting.

  Irin pondered the plot hints that had surfaced in front of her not long ago, and walked towards the crowd in the distance.

   Along the way, among the weeds, there are many barren graves, scattered sporadically, and the graves are also covered with weeds.

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

  Some of the graves don’t even have simple tombstones. They are just bald graves. From time to time, crows land on the tombs, screaming, and the hoarse crows sounded like mourning at first glance.

   about half an hour later.

  Irin carried the hunter's corpse on his back and finally arrived at the place where the light smoke was.

  This is a small village.

   A stone tablet stands at the gate of the village.

  The stele seems to have a certain year, the handwriting is vague, only the last two words can be vaguely recognized—

  “…Shadow Village”

  The entire village was surrounded by a circle of mud walls about one person high, and a few wisps of smoke floated from the village. The location Irin recognized from a distance should be here, that's right.

   At the gate of the village, sat a young boy with a yellow face and thin skin. The boy was listless, his head was drooping, and he was chewing a wrinkled grass in his mouth.

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

  The whole village gave people a lifeless feeling. Crows squatted on the top of the mud and stone buildings, with surging heads and blackness.

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

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

   continued chewing the grass in his mouth.

   seems quite tasty.

  Irin put down the corpse on his back, smiled slightly, and asked, "Look, is this someone from your village?"

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

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

   "No, he's dead."

   Hearing the words, the little boy's dull expression moved slightly, and he only reacted after staying in place for a few seconds.

   "Zhang Orion died?"

   "Yes, dead."

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

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

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

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

   After half a minute, a door opened with a babble, and a trembling old man walked out from inside.

   The little boy shouted like a mourning near the entrance of the village, and then suddenly circled back to the entrance of the village, staring at Yi Rin.

   To be precise, he should be staring at the black robe on Irin.

   "Are you... a ghost hunter?"

  Irin smiled and nodded: "That's right."

   The little boy suddenly grinned when he heard the words.

   The power gushing out from nowhere in his skinny little body ran into the village at a faster speed than before.

   "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 was reported twice by Xiaotong.

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

   Really...you say important things three times.

   That battle reminded Irin of a word:

  I love to hear and see, and I am very happy. The whole world celebrates and runs to tell each other.

   for short…

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   Yi Rin was a little curious, how did this kid cry for Zhang Orion the first second, and then be so happy the next second?

and many more…

  Irin talked to the little boy twice, and took a little closer.

   "Also dead...here again...?"

   And this lifeless village seemed to suddenly come to life after hearing the word "ghost hunter".

  …

  …

  Dark room.

   A fire rose in the center.

   Over the fire, there was a pothole and a wok hanging.

  In the iron pot, a pot of green wild vegetable soup was boiled, and heat was constantly coming out of the pot, exuding a strange smell.

  Two men, one woman, and an old man.

  The four people sat on the four corners of the iron pot and sat on the ground.

   looked at each other.

  An old man with gray hair, described as withered, with a sallow complexion.

   He moved his lips several times and looked at the other three, as if he wanted to say something.

   But the three young ghost hunters in front of him seemed to be shooting sparks in secret, and the weird atmosphere made it extremely difficult for him to even open his mouth to speak.

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

   In the daytime, the house is dimly lit, but it is because the windows are crowded with people's heads.

  Irin suddenly laughed.

   He picked up the simple tile bowl in front of him, and there was a crack on it.

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

  Cuckoo—

   A handsome man.

   A girl with long hair and a shawl.

   With a swipe, he focused his eyes on Irin.

   Yi Rin blew into the bowl, smiled slightly at the two of them, and said in a gentle tone, "It tastes good, but it's a little lighter, can you also try it?"

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   (end of this chapter)