Dark clouds cover the moon, and the thick clouds cannot see a trace of light. The pouring rain washes the crumbling starry city.

In a small alley in a corner, a man in black blocked two monsters with ferocious appearance and grey skin into a dark dead end.

There is no moonlight and no street lights. You can see things in the alley just by relying on the neon lights of the building next to you.

These two monsters were big and small in ragged clothes, tall and thin, covered with blue skin, with a human body shape, but the pustules on their faces were bloated and unbearable.

The big monster protected the little monster in his arms tightly, shaking at the man while shaking under the rain, and instinctive roars from the desperate situation of life.

The man's forehead was soaked by the rain that he stuck to his forehead. He looked like an 18.9-year-old boy with a pretty face and a ruthless look, staring at the two monsters in front of him fiercely.

His right hand was holding a black tai knives of about one meter and two meters straight. The knife was covered with mysterious forged steel patterns, and an ancient character carved at the hilt of the knife was carved.

At this moment, the man pulled the knife along his wrist and the cold sword light shone on the face of the blue-faced ghost. The blue-faced ghost's face turned even more terrified. He gave up the threatening roar, but changed to a miserable scream, which sounded a bit like a prayer wail.

The man slowly moved his foot to the blue-faced ghost again, and the knife flower in his hand still did not stop, with a look of anger on his face.

Seeing that neither method was useful, the blue-faced ghost was blood-red, and pushed the child in his arms behind him, got up and stepped forward, his whole body began to swell and veins swelled up, his skin was swollen and hot, and the rain sizzled and sizzled and sizzled.

If this scene was an ordinary person, he would have been scared long ago, but the man did not look scared at all, but seemed to have recalled something, and he became even more angry and waved his right hand suddenly.

A cold sword light flashed by, and the neck of the blue-faced ghost was cut off in an instant. The blue-faced ghost with the separated corpse seemed to have not reacted, and the cut rain seemed to have stopped in the air for a second.

Then the green and red blood gushed out, spraying more than one meter high, and the whole alley was dyed green and red, flowing along the baptism of rain to the drainage outlet at the entrance of the alley.

The blue-faced ghost's head rolled a few times before stopping, but it still didn't look dead. His eyes were still staring like a copper bell, and he opened his mouth full of sharp teeth and wanted to yell at the man. Unfortunately, he lost his vocal cords and could only make some strange sound chords.

The body was still standing on the ground, with hands wide open, as if it was about to protect the little green-faced ghost behind him.

The little green-faced ghost could no longer wail and moan. He looked at the corpse of his mother in front of him and let out a shocking roar. His whole body swelled and looked like the big green-faced ghost just now.

The man tilted his head and kicked the little devil in the belly. The little devil hit the wall of the alley and bounced back a few meters to the man's feet.

The man looked at Xiao Qinggui who was unable to resist and moaned on the ground with a cold look: "The ghost should die."

Then he stepped directly on the ghost's head, making a sound of bone shattering. He raised his feet and turned into a pile of flesh and blood.

"Feibai, is it done?" The headphones on the man's ears unexpectedly made a cute and cute voice.

This man is named Ye Feibai, and he is an apprentice of Master Lieyin. At night, he received a task from the academy to deal with two level 1 ghosts.

"Well, it's been solved, just two little ghosts." Ye Feibai looked at the two corpses on the ground and pulled out a necklace hidden under the base clothes.

This necklace is unusually unique. It is a black hollowed-out blood-eyed crow statue, with a small golden stone at the bottom and a needle folded up close to 5cm chopsticks behind it.

Ye Feibai was chanting complicated spells, and two corpses on the ground instantly turned into a pile of powder, a blue soul was sucked into the necklace, and the crow's blood pupils flashed.

Ye Feibai took a deep breath, picked up the dark scabbard on the ground, and slowly inserted the knife into the scabbard to cover the cold light of the blade.

Then he turned around and left the alley. A corpse that had been broken and had been bitten by the roadside was lying on the side of the road. Ye Feibai was reluctant to take a look. He had seen too many times and no longer had too many emotional fluctuations.

"It's all this tonight, right?" Ye Feibai walked along the roadside in the rain, pressing his earphones in his ears, as if this could be heard more clearly in the rain.

"The mission tonight is like this for the time being. You are making great progress. Xiaobai. I believe you will definitely get the Hunting license." The voice in the headphones was a little excited, as if it was witnessing something amazing.

"This is the most trashy ghost, okay." Ye Feibai wiped the rain on his face and coldly returned to his headphones.

"Hmph, you're still like this, stinky little white, good night, see you tomorrow at school."

"Haha, good night, don't be so verbally talking." Ye Feibai finished speaking and pressed off the communication, took off the headphones and stuffed them into his pocket of clothes, and walked along the street.

After walking for half an hour, I followed the path and turned into a dilapidated building. Three nine-story dilapidated buildings were located in a circle of rusted iron fences, a community that I don’t know how many years ago.

Ye Feibai followed the way into the first building. Because there was no elevator in the old building, he could only turn around and climb the stairs slowly. The wet clothes dripped all the water stains along the way. Those who didn't know thought that the water ghost had entered the building.

As I walked, I arrived at the door of the room at the entrance of the stairs on the third floor. I sprinkled the water from my clothes sleeve and took out a key from my pocket to prepare to open the old and decaying wooden door.

The environment here is remote and belongs to the slums in the old city. The people who live here are old men and women who haven't left much farther away for decades, and no one will come here. To put it bluntly, thieves think that this place is poor.

Before the key was completely penetrated, the door creaked open. Ye Feibai was helpless. Well, the lock was broken, so he threw the key into the trash can next to him and slowly pushed the door open.

First of all, what caught my eye was a bunch of messy debris and medicine, which basically filled the whole house, and then there was a messy bed, with an old man sleeping on it, with thin and thin hair, but surprisingly, the exposed skin was full of scars that had long been healed.

The old man heard the sound of the door opening and sat up. Ye Feibai was hanging his coat on the hanger. When he saw the old man get up, he smiled and said, "You should lie down and be careful to blink your waist, otherwise you will have to go in for thousands more."

The old man is called Uncle Ya, and he doesn't know his name as Ye Feibai, and he may have forgotten it himself.

Three years ago, he saved Ye Feibai's life from the ghost, and then the two lived together. Later, Uncle Chou was depressed due to fright, and now he is so serious that he can't even remember what happened yesterday. He just remembers his godson Ye Feibai.

Uncle Chou smashed his shriveled lips, and his teeth were gone and he couldn't speak smoothly: "I'm not that fragile yet."

"It's you, Xiaobai..." The old man was a little reluctant to speak but stopped.

"What's wrong with me? Tell me." Ye Feibai replied with a smile. I don't know if it's Alzheimer's disease. Every time Ye Feibai comes home, he will listen to Uncle Chou talk about this kind of conversation.

"Have you gone to hunt the Yin? Isn't it?" Uncle Chou asked anxiously and worriedly.

"Yes, that's it." Ye Feibai answered the past answer, but in fact, Ye Feibai started hunting the Yin to make money two years ago, and his fear and hesitation have basically been overcome by Ye Feibai.

Uncle Chou coughed after hearing this and obviously was very excited, "You shouldn't have entered this world at first. Would you blame me? I blame me for not saving your parents, and I blame me for turning you into this without authorization?"

Ye Feibai smiled. He answered this question countless times, so he helped Uncle Chou lie down while saying, "I didn't blame you. How could I blame you for saving me?"

Although Uncle Ah failed to save his parents, because Ye Feibai knew that Uncle Ah was powerless. He was a low-level Yin Hunter who had been struggling at the bottom for a lifetime. His strength was very limited, but he risked his life to save himself. How could he blame him?

After Uncle Chou lay down, he didn't know if he heard Ye Feibai's answer, so he began to murmur to himself: "Looking Yin Master, it's really not a good profession. I'm afraid that you will end up like me in the future."

Ye Feibai held Uncle Ya's hand, patted his back of his hand and comforted him, "Don't worry, your godson is much better than you."

"Yes, my godson is amazing. One day, you will become the legendary Akane. I have seen that day." The old man said excitedly and sat up again, with a red face, no dying look.

"I have been fighting forever, but I haven't fought for it." As I spoke, I became hoarse again, and looked like I was about to cry because of grievance.

Ye Feibai quickly patted Uncle Chou's back, "Don't worry, your godson will definitely fight for you."

"When you become famous and have great power, promote the people of our Crow Sect well and don't let others laugh at them anymore. Our Crow Sect has declined, but we must not be looked down upon!"

The old man became more and more excited as he spoke. He said that he had coughed and couldn't connect it intact.

"Don't worry, if I have me, the Crow Sect will not decline." Ye Feibai hurriedly patted Uncle Crow's back and his anger.

Uncle Ya then relaxed his eyes at Ye Feibai: "From now on, put the Red Name sign on my tomb and let me see what Red Name looks like."

"What are you talking nonsense? I will definitely let you see it with your own eyes." Ye Feibai blamed Uncle Chou for talking nonsense, and took off his clothes and prepared to take a shower. He felt very uncomfortable when he was covered in rain.

However, when Ye Feibai came out, Uncle Ya was half of his body hanging by the bed and no longer had a breath. Except for the sound of rain outside the window, the room was silent.

Without too many actions, Ye Feibai just bit his lip with tears in his eyes, turned his head away and tried to raise his eyes without wanting the tears to fall. He had already expected that there would be one day, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

"Uncle Crow, Uncle Crow..." Ye Feibai gently shook Uncle Crow's body, and tears had flowed into a line without realizing it.

After introducing the general framework, you will enter the horror stage. Thank you for your support.

(End of this chapter)
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