Chapter 234

Art looks at the men in front of him quite speechless.

The short, emaciated man had a friendly smile, but his acting skills were much worse than those of York and the old man beside him. Compared with other people, he was not so murderous. He was more playful and greedy.

The short man didn't know that the young man had read the script from God's perspective. There was a trace of banter and treachery in his eyes. He pretended to be quite friendly, and sometimes he wanted to hold on to art's shoulder:

"I'm still worried that the materials I've collected and hunted recently can't be sold out. I didn't expect York to bring Angus back. It's wonderful. I have two here The fur of more than a dozen velvet deer and a brown bear are very complete ~ "

" let's talk about it when other people come here. "

"Yes, uncle."

"Here you are."

Truno, the old man sitting by the fire, filled several bowls of hot soup in simple wooden bowls and handed them to several people.

There was an extra bowl in art's hand. He looked at the mushrooms and other dried products floating on it, as well as half of the meat. His eyes turned to the old man.

"Drink it, and you'll save yourself a little."

Feedback from crow's eye lets Yat see the other party's thoughts.

There are some ingredients in it.

The pot of thick soup was prepared before he came. Yat didn't see the process of making the soup, but he saw the old man's feeding action -

the material was in the bowl. In his position, he couldn't see it, but there were several pairs of eyes on the roof.

But this kind of thing has no effect on the illusion of night.

Yu Guang noticed the sight of Yat, and the old man truno thought that the young man was very cautious, but he had been prepared.

As if he didn't notice Yat's sight, he blew the white steam from the thick soup, drank half a bowl, scooped up some mushrooms with a wooden spoon and sent them to the entrance.

Several other people, also very familiar with truno's technique, ate one after another, chatting and laughing about where and where the suspected rare magic objects appeared.

"Angus, what's the matter?" The short man chuckled as he watched art's hesitation disappear.

"It's winter now. We have to save some food materials. Fur can be sold to you, but the meat is not good. Uncle truno is really generous this time. The last guests didn't want to take out the meat. It's the meat of high-ranking magic creatures. We hunted together last time, and we've eaten all of them. Only he has some left. We didn't expect to take them today Come out. "

His eyes twinkled, his face showed a smile, and his lies came at once. He described the meat of ordinary beasts as the meat of high-ranking demons. Moreover, he began to make plays for old man truno:

"I see, Angus, you look a little like Uncle truno's son."

He patted his thigh with a sudden realization.

Other people also responded with a few words:

"yes?"

"The eyes are a little alike?"

"Nose is more like..."

but after murno scolded in his heart, in order not to exaggerate, he still kept a straight face, but his eyes also showed a little "kindness".

Anyway, it was all kinds of hints that the meat was precious, and then truno was very friendly to him or something.

It's a pity that these people don't go to be actors. Although they don't look good, their acting skills are much better than those little fresh meat.

"Yes, is it? Thank you, uncle

Art cooperatively looks surprised and thanks.

When the shadow crows made a carpet search of the village of more than a dozen hunter's cabins, and turned the hunters into spirits in the ghost ball, he accompanied these people to wrangle in boredom.

The six men did not know that their companions were disappearing one by one. They thought they were good at talking and laughing with Yat.

At their gracious invitation, Yat drank several bowls of soup made from the meat of high-ranking demons -

in fact, these bowls of soup were drunk by a shadow crow Lord for him.

This shadow crow Lord is the Shadow Lord who has just been promoted from a high-ranking shadow crow to lv10.

Compared with other shadow crows who like to eat shadow, it prefers meat.

A crow gourmet?

However, it is obvious that this food is not delicious, and the shadow crow Lord also gave a "really bad" evaluation.

Then it made a request to eat the men.

"No problem. After taking their souls out, they'll give you food."

Although he does not eat people, he does not have any psychological burden to feed the crows with human corpses as food.

It's not the first time.

"By the way, Angus, I hear you're still a bard. Can you play for us?"The short man said as he drank the soup without additives and ate the meat inside.

In saying, it is secretly with the old man truno, winking.

It's been so long. Why hasn't the boy fallen?

He showed some tiredness and sleepiness, but he didn't mean to fall down here. He was dizzy, but he still had the ability to continue to move. He didn't fall down as quickly as the prey of previous times. This state has lasted for a long time.

"Good --"

att's eyelids were fighting, and he agreed in a somewhat "tired" way.

And his hand, under that deliberately raised robe, brushed over the belt formed by shadow, and a dark violin appeared in his hand.

"What about me and my bow..."

Yat is very active in the play. His palm brushes over the belt formed by shadow, and takes out all kinds of things from it.

Although they are all black or black gray, which makes them a little strange, but they are more greedy.

Their eyes, one by one, were nailed to the black belt as Yat looked down for the bow.

"What a fat sheep! York did a good job this time! Very good

There was a flicker of greed in the short man's eyes, and there was a look of scorn that he thought was invisible to outsiders. He looked at art as if he were playing.

Storage props! Sure enough, there are good things!

"Not bad, not bad. This time I killed this fat sheep, compared with the first three times, no, the first five times combined to gain more!"

He thought with some excitement.

"It has finally come into effect. Although it is a little slower, it still takes effect."

Because the drug took effect a little late, truno, as the manufacturer, was still worried, but now it seems -

"does this kid have any props?"

The potion will take effect so late. It must be the reason why the opponent has some props.

But it didn't work in the end!

Truno watched at the increasingly stiff, slow, almost asleep at art, and the disguised kindness disappeared, leaving nothing but contempt, at art, who he thought had become a lamb to be slaughtered.

The other hunters who said they had a smile half a minute ago were looking at Yat, and the grimace of his mouth grew stronger and stronger.

They didn't cover up any more.

At this time, in their view, Yat had no ability to resist.

The short man looked at the "storage props" on Yat's waist and drew out a hunting knife. His smile became more and more brilliant.

York brought back such a fat sheep that he didn't have to be targeted at him these days.

However, this time, we can't give enough to York.

The short man was about to kill the fat sheep by pointing out the harm of the hunting knife on art's neck.

However, at this time, truno felt something was wrong. York still didn't come. Not only did York not come, but other hunters didn't come.

In doubt, truno sent a hunter to York.

Looking at the "storage props" in Yat's waist, and looking at truno's wrinkled face, although somewhat reluctant, the hunter still had to nod his head.

With the door slamming, the only light left in the hunter's hut was the light of the fire,

"kill quickly and take away his storage items."

The short man thought about it, and then stabbed at art's neck.

Under the gaze of the public, the hunting knife ran through Angus's neck without any obstruction.

However, people feel strange is that the hunting knife through the neck, there is no blood.

The flesh colored skin slowly turned black and gray.

No matter how stupid you are, you realize it's not right.

"I'm sorry, guys. I can't play any more."

At the same time, the short man felt a pain in his hand, and Angus stood up.

The gray and white robes and other places with color all turned black and gray.

Phantom att touched his neck and pulled the hunting knife that ran through his neck from his neck. Such a thing did no substantial harm to the night phantom:

"then, after playing with you for so long, you should pay some reward, right? In exchange for equal value, your souls will be good. "

When seeing Angus "coming back from the dead", he realized that the bad old man truno had already rushed to the door and was about to snatch the door.

Yat, with a smile, naturally noticed this. The shadow crow beads in his body twinkled, and a thick shadow quickly wrapped up the whole hunter's hut.

The door was also sealed by the shadow, and truno could not open it with all his strength.

"This place still looks very good, I took over."The dark art, the shadow of the body flow, skin has become flesh color, looking around, he said very casually, as if in the sales office to choose a house.

"Die!"

Truno and the short man, who realized they couldn't escape, jumped to their feet before he could speak, and the other two followed, with a fierce look on their faces.

Their determined response quickly shortened the distance, while Yat just raised his arm -

"useless struggle."

With a wave of his hand, a shadow rolled up from the ground. The four men who drew out their weapons and spare weapons seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer. With a bang, they were blasted out and hit the dark wall heavily with blood.

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