Village Building Order Frenzy

At dawn, Zhang Yang looked at a rotting corpse in front of him, a little stunned.

He thought that this monster who could peek into his soul and even control his will was some kind of amazing guy, but it turned out to be a familiar corpse.

That's right, it was the one he saw in another tent during the day yesterday.

At that time, the corpse was already highly decomposed, and there was no sign of any corpse change.

So Zhang Yang ignored it after a search. Who would have thought that the corpse would turn into a swelled black ball monster overnight, and its fighting power was not bad. If it wasn't for him and the Salted Fish Mountain God card, he would have been confused He died wrongly.

He is A+ extraordinary!

"Salted fish, how's the situation? Is it dead?"

"Thank you for your concern, my lord. I guess I can live for hundreds of years." Xianyu Mountain God's voice was weak, but he also looked very excited.

"So what happened last night?"

Zhang Yang asked depressedly, he felt like a supporting role now, and he couldn't figure out the cause and result of the incident at all, as if he was watching the surveillance, and he couldn't even hear the sound.

This feeling was fatal and disturbing to him.

Totally out of control.

"Your Excellency was frightened, what a sin, it should be some kind of ghost that came last night, it's like a tiger's bone and a tiger's whip, my lord, I think this world is really wonderful, my previous divination was correct, there is indeed me here If there are a few more ghosts like this, I think I can reshape my Taoist body."

"What dao body?"

Zhang Yang asked.

"I don't know, my lord, this is just a concept I have acquired now, maybe I can have an accurate concept after I reach level 15. But it doesn't really matter, my lord, the best way now is to hunt Killing ghosts, I counted, I can level up with almost fifty ghosts!"

"Up to level 15?"

Zhang Yang is also looking forward to it. He took the risk to start the Mountain God Trial, just to let the Mountain God level up. Under this premise, it's okay for him to be wronged a bit.

"Uh, my lord, I'm only level 5 now. What I meant just now is that I can rise to level 6 by killing 50 ghosts—hey, my lord! What's wrong with you, my lord? You have to take care of your health, you You are so young, there are still great times waiting for you to enjoy in the future!"

"Get out! Your uncle Zhao Xiaoer, do you want to piss me off and inherit my money!" Zhang Yang couldn't laugh or cry, fifty ghosts were only promoted to a level, your uncle really dare to say.

"My lord, calm down, that guy is here."

Zhang Yang hurriedly looked up, and saw that the big man who disappeared yesterday had appeared more than 200 meters away with one leg dragging, so is he coming to a decisive battle?

Zhang Yang got down on his knees and set the steel gear crossbow on a specially piled small soil 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 of course he couldn't walk fast.

But Zhang Yang could feel that the big man's attitude was very firm, very firm, very different from yesterday's indifferent look.

It took more than ten minutes for the big man to arrive outside the trap set by Zhang Yang. He was basically the same, except that his body was covered in mud, as if he had just crawled out of the mud.

And he was still holding a dagger in his right hand, and a crossbow bolt in his right hand.

"You killed it?"

The big man spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

Zhang Yang still locked the guy's head firmly with the steel gear crossbow. As long as he took another step forward, it would only take a fraction of a second to set off fireworks on his head.

"I have no malice." The big man seemed to ignore the threat of the crossbow, and still said slowly.

"The arrow I shot to kill you yesterday was prepared for the ghost, but you happened to meet it."

"This is evidence. The twenty-five crossbows you took away were all ordinary. This one is a silver crossbow made with secret scripts, designed to kill ghosts!"

The big man raised the crossbow in his hand, indeed there was silver white exposed.

"Ghosts are hard to kill, because they will devour people's souls, anyone who looks at them will be controlled immediately, and the soul will be gone in a blink of an eye, so hunting ghosts can only be two people, One is responsible for making bait to send to death, and the other is responsible for killing soul ghosts!"

"And if the ghost can be killed in the shortest time, then the decoy will not die. If the decoy has some mysterious talents, then even if it is delayed for a while, as long as the ghost is killed, he will not die."

"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 of ghosts will never rest in peace."

"I was almost desperate, the pain and sorrow of losing my companion 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 hearing what the big man said, Zhang Yang finally understood.

"Sorry! I'm Jack the Wooden Spear, the sky priest of Amibara, the mountain god of Shenmu Peak, and I won't be a ghost hunter."

"Amibara? Sky priest? Isn't it Nanibani's destiny priest!"

"Ahem, it doesn't matter what the name is. In short, I believe in mountain gods, ghost hunters and so on. How can I compare with my sky priest?"

"If I am willing to believe in your Shenmufeng mountain god, of course, it is 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 the driver, the god of the dead, the god of sowing, the god of hunting, Eighty-six gods, including the god of love, the goddess of the moon, and the god of commerce!"

Zhang Yang was dumbfounded, for the first time in his life, he felt how high-spirited, how elegant and lovely his integrity was.

Because compared with the one in front of me, heck, 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 already very satisfied with getting a fan believer.

"Then, I can consider temporarily becoming your companion, a ghost hunter."

"Okay, then I am willing to become Amoeba, God of Shenmu Peak, right, is that the name? God should have a real name, right?"

"What do you mean?" Zhang Yang was very amateurish.

"My lord, the real name, believers must call the real name of the god they believe in to communicate with the god. Of course, we are mountain gods, so the real name doesn't matter. Well, I don't understand it, or you can make it easy to understand." Yes, so that you won’t even forget what your name is when you make an introduction next time!”

How embarrassing!

Zhang Yang was very angry, didn't I just want to give you a mysterious name!

"Listen well, the real name of the God of Shenmu Peak is Zhao Xianyu, so let's get started!"

Zhang Yang put the mountain god order forward, so the big man was stunned for a moment, hesitated and knelt down, and wanted to do something special, but seeing the expressionless Zhang Yang, he finally said loudly: "I, a Robin with legs is willing to become a fan of my lord Zhao Xianyu!"

Zhang Yang was indifferent to these words, only Zhao Xiaoer, the God of Xianyu Mountain, howled in despair, as if bitten by a vicious dog.