Life Hunter

"How old is Old Wolf?"

No one answered.

The child's voice asked for the third time: "How old is Old Wolf?"

"It's early." A wild and rich voice sounded, with the faint sound of a wolf howling in the voice.

Li Qingxian looked at the position of the sun. It was about seven o'clock in the morning.

Then, he moved his nose slightly and frowned.

This feeling seems familiar, but I can't remember where I have encountered it before.

"That's wrong..." Han Anbo looked around suspiciously.

Suddenly, there was a sound of tearing cloth.

With a scoff, the space crack in the center of the altar suddenly opened, as if a door opened in the middle of the arena.

A black void with bright stars.

Then, countless children rushed out cheering.

Some are in red, some are in green, some are in white, and some are in black. The youngest is three or four years old, and the oldest seems to be only seven or eight years old.

"I'm playing games...hahahaha...chuck..."

Hundreds of thousands of children surged out like a tidal wave.

It's like the gate after school.

A strong, strange smell hit his face.

Li Qingxian and Han Anbo looked at each other.

At the same time, some high-quality examiners actually rolled up their sleeves and even tore off their clothes in public to look at themselves.

Li Qingxian hurriedly rummaged through his sleeves.

I could see that the ghostly underworld cloud and the five-petaled red flower were still there at the elbow crook of my left arm. Nothing new had been added, but these two marks were slowly becoming lighter, as if they were about to shrink into the flesh.

Li Qingxian checked his chest again, but there was nothing there.

Then he lifted up his pants and saw a four-petal origami pinwheel-shaped blue pattern on the surface of his left calf.

Li Qingxian then lifted up Yu Ping's left trousers, but there was nothing there.

Li Qingxian cursed inwardly and looked at Han Anbo.

Han Anbo lifted his left leg pants, and there was nothing on it except a few scars.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Gaojue looked at his empty left leg.

Li Qingxian's expression changed.

"I've been tricked..." In the examination room, a candidate suddenly let out a trembling scream, revealing half of his bare calf.

The other candidates rolled up their left trouser legs one after another.

All candidates who participated in the Seventh Grade Qingyun Examination had a blue windmill pattern on their left legs.

The destiny magician of the Tianming Sect in the field looked green and white. He hurriedly checked his left leg and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw nothing. Then he hurriedly walked out.

People outside the examination room also looked at their left legs, but there was nothing there.

Except Li Qingxian.

Li Qingxian was confused.

"I'm not a candidate! What are you doing to me? I didn't offend you, did I! What the hell..."

Li Qingxian really wanted to curse.

People nearby avoided him, except for a few people around Li Qingxian such as Han Anbo, Yu Ping, Zheng Gaojue and Duan Heng, all stayed away.

A clear space was cleared around it.

"Qingxian, you..." Han Anbo obviously wanted to comfort Li Qingxian, but he couldn't help showing a dumbfounded expression.

"Why are you the only one among hundreds of thousands of candidates who won the exam?" Yu Ping was also puzzled.

"How did I know! I..." Li Qingxian wanted to scold but didn't dare, "Brother Han, please give me some advice."

Han Anbo held it in for a while and said, "Act according to the opportunity."

"Can't you say something useful?" Li Qingxian was really anxious. Good things are not his own, but bad things can be predicted at the first touch? Could it be that other people's talents are the result of luck, while your own talents are 100% deceitful?

"They are all children. They started by asking about a game. This time, it is probably related to the children's game, which is different from last time." Han Anbo said.

"What's most important?"

"Treat yourself like a child playing games." Han Anbo said.

Li Qingxian nodded slightly, vaguely feeling that what Brother Han said was right, but he didn't know exactly how to do it for a while.

At this moment, a flood of children rushed towards the candidates.

These children were running, clapping their hands and singing loudly: "Looking, looking, looking for friends, find a good friend, bow to me, shake hands, you are my good friend!"

Almost at the same time, all the candidates and Li Qingxian lost control of their bodies, clapping their hands and singing the same children's songs.

"Look, look, look for friends, find a good friend, bow to me, shake hands, you are my good friend..."

The clear and cheerful voices of children were mixed with the stiff, hoarse, and pitch-modified singing voices of the candidates, which was full of a different kind of weirdness.

The children running at the front grabbed the hands of the candidates first and looked up at the people holding hands with a smile.

Some candidates looked dull, some ran away frantically, and some were frightened, but most of them remained motionless.

"This matter is of great importance. Candidates are not allowed to run around and wait and see what happens!" Zhang Shoucheng, the right minister of the Ministry of Rites, said hurriedly.

Some candidates panicked early and rushed straight to the fence regardless of what the examiner said.

However, the moment they approached the fence, they suddenly became motionless.

The fence is so close yet so far away.

The children around them all laughed and said, "If you try to run away without playing games, you will be spanked."

Li Qingxian turned around and ran away.

At the same time, a childish voice sounded beside Li Qingxian.

"Brother Ye Han, let's play games with Fangfang."

Li Qingxian felt that the fingers of his left hand were suddenly held by something warm and soft, and the hair on his body exploded, and he instinctively looked down.

He saw a chubby little girl holding his hand, about three or four years old, wearing a carp-red bellyband embroidered with the word "Fu" and two braids wrapped with red ropes pointing upwards. She was beaming with joy.

The girl's fleshy white and tender round face is embedded with two black gem-like eyes. Her smile is sweet and extremely pure.

Li Qingxian was stunned for a moment. He always felt that he had seen this little girl somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

"Ye Han? Oh, yes, that's my first name, and my nickname is Li Qingxian." Li Qingxian felt that his mind seemed to be in chaos, but after an instant, it became clear.

Suddenly, Li Qingxian stopped suddenly and widened his eyes.

Himself, standing inside the fence, standing in the big arena.

Outside, it was Han Anbo and others.

Both sides stared at each other.

Han Anbo sighed and said: "You can't escape. Just be careful. Remember what we just said, remember the previous experience, and you must play the game well with your heart and mind."

Zheng Gaojue's face turned pale and he sighed: "Why did this happen? It's over."

Yu Ping said: "Li Ke, it's delicious to eat and drink in there. I'm waiting for the good news that you won the top prize."

"Is this human talk?" Li Qingxian rolled his eyes at Yu Ping, then looked at Han Anbo, "Brother Han, help me analyze what's going on? Why did I come in?"

Li Qingxian glanced at the little girl next to him and didn't dare to shake him off, letting her hold it with a smile.

"Brother is so handsome." Fangfang pressed forward and came over to rub the back of Li Qingxian's hand with her little face.

Li Qingxian suddenly felt that no matter what, this Gui had a pretty good sense.

Han Anbo coughed lightly and said, "Have you forgotten that Mr. Zhou signed up for you?"

Li Qingxian was stunned for a moment, remembering Zhou Chunfeng's words before, he couldn't laugh or cry: "This uncle really specializes in cheating his nephew! Without him, I would definitely be out eating melons, drinking tea and watching the fun. As a result, I became the fun."

Suddenly, there were screams from inside and outside the stadium.

Li Qingxian looked back and saw a martial arts candidate cutting off his left arm with a knife.