Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 112 109. Eastern Witch Hunter [30100]

  The forest under the red moon quickly recovered quiet after a brief hustle and bustle.

  But the battle between the four cowboys of the Sals Hunting Group and the monsters and monsters made this originally secluded woodland a mess.

  These cowboys, who are desperately hunting the ashes, used a very rough method in order to drive the monsters out of the lair.

  They used detonators and explosives, and destroyed many trees.

  Fortunately, it was the rainy season in the new colony recently. The forest was humid and did not cause wildfires. Otherwise, the law-abiding citizen Jiang Xia, the first thing that came to the New World was to be a guest firefighter.

  In the woodland, beside a bonfire that was raised, the vigilant Niu Hanhan wears a large steel helmet, holding an easy-to-use shotgun in one hand and a wooden stick in the other.

  Wearing a few cold steamed buns and jerky on the sticks, they were roasting on the bonfire, and the aroma of the food made the silly feel a little confused.

  But he still remembers his duties.

  So when baking food, I always look around.

  Behind him, he set up a temporary camping tent, which was large enough to accommodate four or five people sleeping in it at the same time, but what happened in the tent at this time had nothing to do with rest.

"What is this?"

   Jiang Xia sat on the ground, pointing to the glowing ashes with his hand in the cloth bag, and asked the cowboy who had broken his hand in front of him.

  The cowboy who had his left hand exploded by soda and ripped his arm apart, after Su’s treatment, had stopped bleeding.

   was given anesthetic, which would be asleep on the other side.

  Jiangxia has a mild temperature and no indifference.

  But the heavily armed Su stood behind the man, holding Colt in his hand, and leaning against the back of the man's head. The cold touch made the cowboy very frightened.

  He did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly replied:

   "This is ashes.

  The essence left after the monster is killed can be taken to the garrison of the Vaslow Witch Hunting Club to receive rewards, or sold to other Witch Hunting warriors, to bet on them and take the risk to activate the bloodline. "

  Speaking of this, the cowboy looked at Jiang Xia with weird eyes and said:

  "You, you are a real bloodliner, and you must be a powerful witch hunter, how could you not know"

   "Oh, ah, I lost my memory during the intense and wonderful career of witch hunting."

   Jiang Xia casually made up an unreliable reason, pointed to his head, and said to the cowboy in front of him:

   "I can't remember anything, so tell me, what's the matter with this ashes, this monster, and you witch hunters?

  Also, where are we? "

  As long as this cowboy has a higher IQ than his feet, he would not believe Jiang Xia’s rhetoric, but this would be in the hands of others, and he did not dare to refute, so he lowered his head and said:

  "This is the new colony of Fuxi County, close to the Atlantic Ocean, and across the sea from the old continent. Because of the close distance, the monsters of the old continent have penetrated this place very seriously.

The   Waslow Witch Hunting Club issued a reward a few years ago, so many witch hunting groups like us are seeking life in this area.

  The dream of the red moon just broke out a few days ago, and it was the period when the monsters were active.

  We have only a few people in this small group, who have no blood, and can’t go to dangerous places, just wander around in this forest.

  We are very lucky. We found this monster here. It is the weakest fifth-class monster. Not long after the alienation, we decided to take a risk. "

  Speaking of this, the cowboy's mood is a little depressed, saying:

   "But we are not lucky.

  This monster has undergone a rare mutation. In addition to body alienation, it can also breathe fire. Matt and Bob died just like that, all because of my incompetence.

  There are wife and parents in their family. Bob’s wife has just given birth to a child. They are all on duty. They are all for their families, so they followed me on the adventure of witch hunting.

  God, ordinary people like us have no ability to hunt real monsters. Goodness, my greed and ignorance killed them. "

   "It's miserable."

   Jiang Xia sighed hypocritically.

   seemed to empathize with him. He handed a handkerchief to the cowboy and then winked at Soda. The latter put away the gun, took the healing agent from his pocket, and put a handful of it on the cowboy's shoulder.

  After the pain of acupuncture, the cowboy quickly showed a comfortable expression, and the highly active treatment liquid from the wasteland was treating his shoulder injury.

   "What happened to the red moon in the sky?"

   Jiang Xia also flicked a cigarette to the cowboy in front of him, who held it in his hand with one hand, and took out a copper lighter to ignite it. In the smoke rising, with a touch of fear, he said to Jiang Xia:

   "That is the red moon, the source of monsters.

  When I was drinking at the resident of the Wasilow Witch Hunting Club, I heard those old hunters say that decades ago, it was because of the sudden appearance of the red moon that monsters flooded the Old World.

  I was not born at that time, but I heard from my mother that our family had a farm in the Old World and had a pretty good life.

  But the explosion of monsters destroyed everything.

  The dog offal that crawled out of hell, in less than five years, swept the entire Old Continent, from Lower Silesia, to the Black Sea, from the Caucasus Mountains, to the Alps.

  Everything is ruined. "

  The cowboy pursed his mouth, smoked tremblingly, and said:

  "My mother and them were the last people to escape. Hundreds of thousands of people crowded the pier on the Iberian Peninsula. The monsters were raging hundreds of kilometers away.

  No one knows what to do. They can only be led by the veterans who have retreated from the battlefield and fought with monsters to cross the sea and come to the new colony.

  But we have escaped the monsters, but we can't escape the red moon in the sky. It will still rise in the new colony, and it will spread the **** light everywhere.

  The dream of the red moon once every three months is even more terrifying. It will drag everyone into the dream of the monster. If you can't wake up, if you are frightened crazy.

  That

   will be captured by the monsters rushing out of the dream, begin to alienate, and eventually become a member of those monsters.

  Many of my friends died like that, including my father.

  I still can’t forget. When I was nine years old, in our barn, my father was crying and begging me to shoot him to death.”

   Jiang Xia listened very carefully. He quickly discovered a loophole in the cowboy language, and he asked:

  "According to your statement, wherever the Red Moon goes, monsters will be spawned, so even if you come to a new colony, you will definitely not be able to escape.

  But you said just now that the only place in the new colony is in Fuhee County, where monsters have serious hidden dangers.

  What is going on? "

  "The great figures of the Vaslow Witch Hunting Club helped."

   Speaking of this, the cowboy suddenly became interested.

  His tone was also louder, and his voice was full of worship and awe. He said to Jiang Xia:

  "The first generation members of the Witch Hunting Club, their thirteen elders, were all veterans who fought with monsters when they first appeared.

  Their understanding of monsters is the most profound in this world.

  In the battle with monsters, they learned the taboo knowledge of monsters, and used that knowledge to transform them into the power to protect the innocent.

  I heard my mother say that when everyone came to the new colony, the monsters also chased them. It was the elders of the witch hunt who sacrificed themselves and planted the blockade of the exorcism beacon on the coast, which blocked the monsters.

  There are also these slayer weapons! "

  The cowboy pointed at the bolt placed in front of Jiang Xia and moved his spear, commanding the knife. He said:

  "These spirit-attached weapons are all knowledge spread by witch hunters. They could have relied on this knowledge to dominate, but they did not.

  They selflessly dedicated these, so that we have the power to protect ourselves. "

  "Demon weapon? With spirit?"

  Jiang Xia picked up the command knife in front of him and placed it in front of him to watch.

  This knife is very old. Obviously it has been used for a long time. There are rust marks on the scabbard. The original delicate handle has also become less beautiful in time.

  But when the knife was pulled out, the two-finger-wide slender blade was still white and bright. Obviously, it was carefully preserved and maintained, and the moiré was visible on it.

  Jiang Xia looked at the blade, and the pupil of his left eye zoomed a few times, and then he saw the subtle nicks on the blade that were almost invisible. It was very simple, only a combination of a few characters.

  But these combinations have brought novel effects to this knife.

   "This is what I bought in exchange for the witch hunt resident."

  The cowboy looked at his commanding knife with a regretful look. He said:

  "At that time, I was fortunate enough to help a real witch hunter, killing a death worm in the tunnel of Fuxi County, and the witch hunter gave me some rewards.

   also pointed me to those black-hearted traffickers, using luck to find this good thing.

  It’s a pity that I am not a bloodliner and cannot activate its attachments, but even if it is not activated, this knife is much easier to use than a silver bullet. I can easily cut it with it."

  "唰"

   Before he finished his explanation, he saw the knife in Jiang Xia's hand, emitting a weak light.

  Golden light.

   Looks very gentle, with a faint light entwined on the blade, with a sacred feeling.

   "Ah, you really are a bloodliner!"

  The cowboy yelled:

  "Only the bloodline can activate it!"

   "Actually I am not. I just injected aura into it to activate this little rune combination."

   Jiang Xia nodded on the surface, but groaned in her heart.

  He can now be sure that what the cowboy said, the taboo knowledge learned by the witch hunt elders from monsters, is probably the way to use aura.

  As for the simple combination principle of these little runes, Jiang Xia has not yet figured it out. It should be like the Mohist spell, but also an aura symbol.

  But this kind of rune, no matter how complicated it is, or how it is written, is much simpler than the Mohist spells recorded in the Tianji ink book.

   "Blood, what's going on?"

   Jiang Xia pinched the blade and felt the light spots entwined on the blade. The effect given by this rune after activation was not very obvious, but it must have something to do with the spirit removal.

  His question made the cowboy shrug.

  Although I know that Jiang Xia is definitely not amnesia.

  But it will accept this setting, and the cowboy also feels that it is nothing.

  In the stories he knew about witch hunters, witch hunters were always moody big people, and big people always had some quirks that he didn't want to explore.

   did not dare to explore.

   "The bloodliner is the real witch hunter."

  The cowboy pointed to the ashes in front of him and said:

  "These ashes are the essence of monsters. According to the knowledge of the witch hunt, just light it up again and touch the power of the embers with both hands.

  If you are lucky, the power of the monster will be transferred to ordinary people.

   Such people will not only be strengthened, but also have various abilities that allow them to fight against monsters, but not everyone can get the ashes.

  Not everyone can become a bloodliner. "

  He licked his lips and said with some fear:

   "That is a crazy bet. Ordinary people have only one chance to try in their lives. It is said that only the most powerful witch hunter can bear the pain caused by the first ignition.

  Only the most daring and desperate fanatics will burn the ashes desperately and try to gain strength, but once they fail.

   will be attacked by the power of monsters.

  If you are lucky, you will get a serious illness, but if you are unfortunate, you will be converted into a monster immediately. "

   "Hmm, that's it."

  Jiang Xia rubbed his chin and looked at the ashes in front of him. According to his previous understanding and thoughts, the cowboy said "lucky" is not just pure luck.

  According to what he said, only the bloodline can activate the spirit.

  In other words, people with blood can manipulate aura.

  As long as you light the ashes, you can turn ordinary people into half monks, let them feel aura, and get strange powers.

  And everyone can try.

  But in the world of Jiang Xialai, people without spiritual roots and spiritual talents cannot perceive aura no matter how hard they work.

  This thing is almost challenging the practice rules of the Suffering Wood Realm, completely ignoring the "cultivation aptitude".

  This sounds incredible.

  Maybe.

  You can try it face-to-face.

  Jiang Xia blinked, and the smile on his face was even worse. He took out the small porcelain bottle containing the spirit pill from his pocket, took one from it, and handed it to the cowboy in front of him.

He says:

   "I remember, I am an oriental witch hunter, and this is my own witch hunting secret medicine, it can detect if you are lucky enough to become a bloodliner.

  You want to be a bloodliner, you want to be a real witch hunter, right?

  Don’t lie to me, I can see the light of ambition in your eyes. You are definitely not satisfied to be an ordinary person. You have seen the wonderful world and you can’t go back.

  Eat.

  This is your destiny. "

  He said in his heart at the same time:

   "Come on, eat it, Experimenter One, confirm my guess."

  (End of this chapter)