I didn't wait for the man to speak and pointed to the body: "You are really stupid. You can't see such a big knife?"

I am deliberately irritating the other party. The hunter buries the knife in the soil, but most people really can't see it.

This move is called "Broken Door Knife" and is a move specifically used to kill snakes in the Northeast.

Northeastern people have a kind of reverence for snakes. Generally speaking, they will not provoke snakes, but they do not know how to kill snakes.

One characteristic of snakes is that they always only take one way in and out of the snake cave.

The hunter buries the sharp knife upside down in the snake path, with only the tip of the knife exposed. As soon as the snake climbs up, the neck will be sliced ​​open by the tip of the knife.

A snake can only crawl forward, but never fall backward. If it hurts below the neck, it will have to move out, and the tip of the knife can rip it open from the neck to the tail.

A buried knife can disembowel a whole nest of snakes, so it is called the door-breaking knife.

This move is so sinister that hunters generally don't use it. Even if it is used, the knife will be taken out in time and will not be buried forever.

Hunters are also afraid that if they kill a whole nest of worms, they will come to take revenge.

The knife on the ground was not only rusty, but also protruded too long from the soil. It was obviously not a "door-breaking knife" but something specially used to kill people.

After I finished speaking, I walked over without even looking at the ghost.

That ghost has one more chance. What will he say to me?

As the elders say: The ghost leads the way, and if the other party refuses three times, he will not be able to come out.

The fourth time I came out, even if I killed the opponent, I couldn't find a scapegoat. Instead, I found an enemy for myself.

I thought it would be easy to kill that ghost. I didn't do anything just because I wanted to see what tricks they were playing.

I have never fought against my inner demon. When masters fight, they rarely end up killing each other right away. Before the actual confrontation, there will always be testing for each other. This is the case for me and my inner demon!

After I walked a short distance away, I heard a whimper coming from behind me.

It was the person who was going to guide me just now who was crying.

The man's cry was accompanied by the sound of a knife cutting his throat.

Ghost crying?

Is he begging for work?

Ghosts begging for life are useful to ordinary people, but have no effect on warlocks.

If the warlock felt pity for the wronged soul, he would have died countless times.

As I kept moving forward, the man appeared in front of me for the third time. This time he knelt on the road, looked at me with red eyes and said, "Let me lead you! I'll save you."

If only one of you survives, I can live, it’s a win-win situation.”

"If you help me, you are helping yourself when you help others!"

I stood not far away from him and said: "Tell me, why did you come to Taiqu Mountain? If you can convince me, I will let you lead me. To be honest, I can tell the truth from the lies."

"I...I..." The man said the word "I" several times, but he couldn't explain why.

I sneered and said, "You still have shame!"

After I walked past him for the third time, a sneer suddenly came from behind me: "If you don't let me live, you won't survive either!"

When I turned to look at him, the man's body also sat up from the ground. He grabbed the handle of the knife around his neck with one hand and pulled the knife out little by little.

Holding a sharp knife in one hand, he looked at me and said: "You are all warlocks. You can save me with your hands, so why don't you? Where is your magnanimity? Where is your kindness?"

As the other party spoke, black energy suddenly surged around his body, and his whole body instantly changed from a wandering soul begging for his life on the roadside to a life-seeking evil ghost, with murderous aura emanating from every part of his body and an aura of hostility everywhere.

The man's face gradually became distorted: "I don't want to tell you why I came to Taiqu Mountain, isn't it? Everyone in the tour group has their own secrets, don't you do the same?"

"Why can you keep silent about your dirty and disgusting things, but refuse to save some face for me?"

"You all die! Go to hell!"

As the man spoke, the sharp knife in his hand swept across the top of the grass. All the grass tips that were difficult to burn were cut off by the wind of the knife, and the sharp knife also came straight in our direction.

That man didn't know how to use a knife, but the power from his sharp knife was not weaker than any of us.

I just frowned slightly, and Feng Ruoxing's dragon spine double blades faced the opponent's blade at the same time.

As three weapons less than one foot collided in the air, the sharp knife in the man's hand seemed to be covered with a layer of golden flames. With only a thin layer of iron and the golden light flashing on the knife, not only

The two magic weapons blocked Feng Ruoxing and even forced her to retreat continuously.

"Lin Zhao!" After I called Lin Zhao, she finally responded.

The phantom claws created by Lin Zhao's hands swept towards both sides of the road, and patches of weeds were uprooted and thrown into the air.

After Lin Zhao made his second move, the wild grass flying in the air seemed to have been arranged deliberately, and directly connected into a green straw mat, sweeping out towards the opponent, forming a circle and binding the opponent tightly.

A straw mat can also be regarded as the simplest coffin.

Feng Ruoxing's double blades also slashed downwards, cutting the straw mat into three pieces from top to bottom.

As the straw mats on both sides were blown away by the double blades of the dragon spine, the man tied up by Lin Zhao had disappeared.

I was shocked and shouted "Be careful!"
Chapter completed!