Life Hunter

A deserted village at night, with dilapidated old houses and collapsed walls.

The captain at the front, Wu Jingtian, only had his official uniform left, and his body was corroded by the gray-yellow mist.

On the right side, Ye Han had a small bald patch on his head and fell to the ground unconscious.

Han Anbo and Yu Ping sat together, and Deng He and Zeng Youqian from the Monster Hunting Department sat together. The four of them looked numb and stared at Li Qingxian blankly.

Li Qingxian grinned and asked, "Not dead?"

The four of them felt as if they had experienced a thrilling nightmare, but they could not remember exactly what they had experienced.

Countless pictures are flying in my mind, and I can't catch them.

Han Anbo suddenly pointed forward and exclaimed: "Look!"

Li Qingxian turned his head and looked to the side and behind, his whole body felt cold.

More than a dozen steps away, grave mounds rise and fall.

Withered poles stand and broken flags float.

There are no tombstones, just graves.

When the wind blows, the weeds on the grave sway gently.

The white building, the black house, the Wu Niang Niang Temple, and the ginkgo tree disappeared.

Only the big locust tree at the head of the village stands.

Obviously in the wild, you can't hear the chirping of insects and birds.

Li Qingxian was silent as he recalled what happened.

Destiny Mountain.

The old man with white hair and beard looked at the slowly dissipating thunder sea and the sun, and after a little deduction, he thought to himself: "The thunder sea hangs upside down, and the setting sun rises in reverse, interfering with the observation of life and fortune. This kind of phenomenon has only been seen in his life, and it can only be Ye Han." Urgent. This time it was slightly more than expected, and Ye Han suffered a lot of damage. However, he has a great destiny, and this ordeal will definitely lay a solid foundation for his rise. Since he has survived this disaster, he will not need to do more in the future. Protect me, I can rest assured."

The old man turned and left.

The former site of Fangyuan Village.

Li Qingxian slowly stood up and looked around.

There is still a trace of residual light in the western sky. It is clear that night has just fallen, but a crescent moon is about to set.

Under the half-dark and half-blue sky, there was a wilderness all around. Apart from the rolling graves, there were deserted villages.

Li Qingxian walked to the place where Wei Mu left, reached out and put the rattle and divine pattern flying sword into the Qiankun Ring.

"There is someone!" Han Anbo whispered.

Li Qingxian turned around.

On the hillside, a person walked out.

The man was tall, with scimitars and swords hanging on both sides. A ferocious scar cut across his face obliquely, cutting off a corner of his nose.

The man's lips were pale and chapped, his chest was wet with water, and he was chewing dried meat in his mouth.

"Little Uncle Zhou?" Li Qingxian asked.

"Are you okay?" Zhou Hen's voice came from a distance through his true energy.

Li Qingxian nodded vigorously.

Zhou Hen took out the communication talisman from his backpack, picked up the little remaining energy, and walked over the grass. When he saw it, he stretched out his hand and said, "Is there anything fresh to eat?"

Li Qingxian took a swipe from the Qiankun Ring and grabbed a fragrant roast chicken.

Zhou Hen was stunned for a moment, stepped forward to block it, and whispered: "Quickly change your form and change it into a bracelet."

With a thought in Li Qingxian's mind, the Qiankun Ring slowly transformed into a black dragon holding a black gemstone bracelet, which he wore on his left wrist.

Zhou Hen glanced at it, nodded, broke off the big chicken drumstick, ate it, stuffing it into his mouth in big mouthfuls.

Li Qingxian looked back at Han Anbo and the other four. Except for Han Anbo, who was slightly better, the other three still looked confused.

Yu Ping sniffed, his eyes quickly cleared, and he looked at the chicken drumstick in Zhou Hen's hand. His throat rolled, he swallowed, and asked, "Why are we in the graveyard?"

"Really? Where are the others?" Deng He, a young man in his twenties, asked while looking around.

Zeng Youqian was a short, fat middle-aged man. He frowned and said, "I remember we were tricked..."

Zeng Youqian's voice stopped suddenly, and panic flashed in the eyes of the four people.

Zhou Hen swallowed the chicken and said vaguely: "That's right. You fell into the trap, and I was trapped by the trap for four days."

"Let's talk later and take a look at the surrounding situation." Han Anbo stood up, winked at Li Qingxian, held a night knife, opened the fire folder, lit the torch, raised it, and slowly explored the surroundings.

"If you don't want to eat the chicken butt, give it to me." Yu Ping looked at Zhou Hen timidly.

Zhou Hen glanced at Yu Ping with disgust, broke off the top of the chicken and threw it over. After thinking about it, he peeled off the chicken neck skin and ate it, then threw the chicken neck and head over.

Yu Ping took it, picked off the two yellow pieces under the tip of the chicken, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

Han Anbo scolded: "At this time, you still want to eat chicken butt?"

"Eat it, it will calm down the shock." Yu Ping said sternly.

Li Qingxian was laughed at by Yu Ping and followed Han Anbo.

Han Anbo lowered his voice and said: "I have been tricked and I haven't seen you for a few days. The Black Light Division will definitely come. You can talk about some things, but you can't talk about others. Of course, if you want to join the Black Light Division, you can talk more."

"I won't be able to enter the Black Lantern Department until I die. I don't want to deal with tricks all day long." Li Qingxian said.

"Then think carefully about your words, the Black Lantern Department is full of liars..."

The two chatted for a while. Zhou Hen took out the message plate, listened for a while, and said: "We lost the news. Mr. Zhou came to look for you. On the way, he sent a message to nearby Song Yunjing. Mr. Song helped, but he didn't know that Mr. Song was in Beichen. The city was surrounded by monsters, and the county magistrate died in the battle. Mr. Song, as the county magistrate, was fighting against the monsters. Beichen City might be breached at any time, and Mr. Zhou had to leave the Black Deng Division to look for you, while he went to Beichen City to defend the city. Mr. Zhou is very happy to hear the good news that you have solved the mystery, and asked me to contact the people from the Black Lantern Division and take you back to the capital of God immediately, and you are not allowed to go to Beichen City."

Zhou Hen said that, he took out a green bamboo tube from his backpack, stood it on the ground, lit it with true energy, and took a few steps back.

Chirp... snap!

The bamboo tube rose high into the sky, exploded into fireworks, and finally condensed into a token shape, with the word "night" faintly visible on the token.

"Song Yunjing? Is he the one who bluntly submitted a letter and was demoted five times a day?" Li Qingxian asked.

"Apart from him, is there any other dignified fourth-grade literary cultivator who has become the eighth-grade county magistrate in Beichen City? Mr. Zhou once said that he has a good relationship with your father."

Li Qingxian nodded and said: "We have met four or five times, and I am also familiar with his son Song Baige. When my father passed away, Mr. Song was not here, but Song Baige and I kept our filial piety."

Han Anbo on the side said: "It turns out that he was the number one scholar Lang Song. He was demoted during the reign of Emperor Tiankang. He has never recovered for more than ten years, which is a pity. However, he is very famous in Shilin and has a scholarly family. , has been one of the most outstanding figures in the Five Dynasties, and his son Song Baige is also second on the list. The "Book of Rites" written by him is said to be the most popular annotation among literary scholars. Mr. Zhou personally admitted that he is far inferior to Song Dynasty in discussing the meaning of classics. grown ups."

"This man is indeed extraordinary. He was demoted to the county magistrate when he was in the fifth rank. For more than ten years now, he has not retreated but advanced in literary cultivation, and entered the fourth rank of literary studies early..." Li Qingxian suddenly said, "That's not right. Two serious fourth-rank writers Could it be that something big happened while repairing the city?"

Zhou Hen nodded and said, "The demon clan attacked the defenders of Dahe. The demon clan lurking in various places in Yanzhou gathered together to attack remote cities. The imperial army could only reinforce the front line first and could not take care of remote towns like Beichen City. However, Mr. Zhou said, If you hold on for at most one month, the army will arrive at Beichen City, so you don’t have to worry. There are two great fourth-level men guarding the city, and even if the demon clan sends a third-level man, they won’t be able to attack it."

"Should we return or wait for the Black Lantern Division's people?"

Zhou Hen raised his head and looked at the sky, and said, "Wait for the people from the Black Lantern Division. If you take the Black Lantern Car, you will be able to return to the Shendu Division soon. By the way, what happened to you all?"