At dawn, Zhang Yang looked at the rotting corpse in front of him, a little stunned.
He originally thought that this monster that could peek into his soul and even control his will was some great guy, but it turned out to be a familiar corpse.
Yes, it was the one he saw in another tent yesterday day.
At that time, the corpse was highly decomposed and showed no signs of corpse transformation.
So Zhang Yang ignored it after searching for it. Who would have thought that the corpse turned into an inflated black ball monster overnight, with good fighting power. If he didn't have the card of Salted Fish Mountain God, he would have almost become confused. died unjustly.
He is A+ extraordinary!
"Xianyu, how is the situation? Are you dead?"
"Thank you for your concern, sir. I estimate that I can live for hundreds of years." Xianyu Mountain God's voice was weak, but he also looked very excited.
"So what exactly happened last night?"
Zhang Yang asked depressedly. He felt like a supporting role now and couldn't figure out the cause, process and result of the incident. It was like he was watching a surveillance camera and couldn't even hear the sound.
This feeling was fatal and unsettling to him.
Completely free from manipulation.
"My lord, I was frightened. It's really a sin. What came last night should be some kind of ghost. It's a great supplement. It's like a tiger bone and a tiger whip. My lord, I think this world is really wonderful. My previous divination was correct. I am indeed here." A great creation, if a few more ghosts like this come, I think I can even reshape my Tao body."
"What Taoist body?"
Zhang Yang asked.
"I don't know, sir, this is just a concept I have gained now. Maybe I will have an accurate concept after I reach level 15. But in fact, it doesn't matter. Sir, the best way now is to hunt Killing ghosts, I calculated, I can level up almost fifty ghosts!"
"Upgrade to level 15?"
Zhang Yang is also looking forward to it. He took the risk to start the Mountain God Trial, isn't it just to upgrade the Mountain God? Under this general premise, it's okay for him to be a little wronged.
"Uh, sir, I'm only at level 5 now. What I just meant was that if I kill 50 ghosts, I can be promoted to level 6 - Hey, sir! What's wrong with you, sir? You have to take care of yourself, you're so You are young, there are still great times waiting for you to enjoy in the future!”
"Go away! Your uncle Zhao Xiaoer, do you want to piss me off to death and inherit my Huabei!" Zhang Yang couldn't laugh or cry. It took fifty ghosts to level up. How dare you say that.
"Sir, please calm down, that guy is here."
Zhang Yang quickly looked up and saw that the big man who disappeared yesterday had appeared more than 200 meters away dragging one leg, so was he coming for a decisive battle
Zhang Yang lay down and placed the steel gear crossbow on a specially piled small earth bag to create a sniper effect. Anyway, he can now headshot any target within two hundred meters!
The big man was still walking slowly and leisurely, but of course he couldn't walk fast either.
But Zhang Yang could feel that the big man's attitude was very determined, very different from his indifferent look yesterday.
It took a full ten minutes for the big man to arrive outside the trap set by Zhang Yang. He was basically the same as before, except that he was covered in mud, as if he had emerged from the mud.
But he still held the dagger in his right hand, and a crossbow bolt in his right hand.
"Did you kill it?"
The big man spoke, his voice low and hoarse.
Zhang Yang was still locking the guy's head with the steel gear crossbow. As long as he took another step forward, it would only take 0.01 seconds for him to set off fireworks from his head.
"I don't mean any harm." The big man seemed to have ignored the threat of the crossbow and still said slowly.
"The arrow I shot you yesterday was prepared for ghosts, but you just happened to meet it."
"This is evidence. The twenty-five crossbow arrows you took away are all ordinary. This one is a silver crossbow arrow made with secret text, specially designed to kill ghosts!"
The big man raised the crossbow arrow in his hand, and indeed there was silvery white exposed.
"Ghosts are difficult to kill because they will devour people's souls. Anyone who looks at them will be controlled immediately, and their souls will be gone in the blink of an eye. Therefore, only two people can hunt ghosts. One is responsible for making a bait to send someone to death, and the other is responsible for killing ghosts!"
"And if the ghost can be killed in the shortest time, then the bait will not die. If the bait has some mysterious talents, then even if it is delayed for a while, he will not die as long as he kills the ghost."
"Such people are usually called ghost hunters. I am a professional ghost hunter. In the past fifteen years, I have changed two companions and killed ninety-eight ghosts. Until three days ago, my companion was killed. Ghosts devour souls.”
"This is the cruelest thing in the world, because even the gods of the sky and the earth cannot take back the souls swallowed by ghosts. Those who die from ghosts will never rest in peace."
"I was about to despair. The pain and sadness of losing my companions made me lose my fighting spirit. But now that you can kill a newborn ghost without anyone's assistance, then I think you have what it takes to become a ghost hunter." qualifications."
After listening to what the big man said, Zhang Yang finally understood.
"Sorry! I am Jack of the Wooden Spear, the sky priest of the god Amibala of the Shenmu Peak Mountain. I will not be a ghost hunter."
"Amibala? Sky Sacrifice? Isn't it some kind of Nani Bani's Destiny Sacrifice!"
"Ahem, it doesn't matter what your name is. Anyway, I believe in the mountain god. How can a ghost hunter or something like me be compared to a sky priest like me?"
"What if I am willing to believe in your Shenmu Peak Mountain God? Of course, it is a pan-belief, because I also believe in the God of the Sky, the God of the Earth, the God of the River, the God of Drivers, the God of the Dead, the God of Sowing, and the God of Hunting. Eighty-six gods including the God of Love, the Goddess of the Moon, and the God of Business!”
Zhang Yang was stunned. For the first time in his life, he felt how noble, elegant and lovely his moral integrity was.
Because compared to the person in front of me, well, there is no comparison!
Zhang Yang endured it for a long time and didn't ask how this guy did it, but it didn't matter. He was very satisfied with being able to find a pan-believer.
"Then, I can consider becoming your companion for the time being, a ghost hunter."
"Okay, then I would like to be Amoeba, the god of Shenmu Peak, right? That's the name, right? Gods should have real names, right?"
"What do you mean?" Zhang Yang was very amateurish.
"Sir, true name. Believers must call the true name of the god they believe in in order to communicate with the god. Of course, we are mountain gods, so the real name doesn't matter. Well, actually I don't understand it either. Why don't you give me a simple and easy-to-understand explanation? Yes, so that you don’t even forget your name the next time you introduce me!"
How embarrassing!
Zhang Yang was very angry. I just wanted to give you a mysterious name!
"Listen up, the real name of the Shenmu Peak Mountain God is Zhao Xianyu, let's get started!"
Zhang Yang put the mountain god order forward, so the big man was stunned for a moment, hesitantly knelt down, and wanted to do something special, but looking at the expressionless Zhang Yang, he finally said loudly and simply: "I, Ichijo The Robin of Legs is willing to be my lord Zhao Xianyu’s fanxin!”
Zhang Yang was indifferent to these words, only Zhao Xiaoer, the God of Xianyu Mountain, howled desperately, as if he had been bitten by a vicious dog.