Night Crow Master

Tick-tick-

The crossbowman's eyes widened, and he could feel the pain in his neck.

There seemed to be something sharp on the soft and smooth tentacles, which cut his neck by half.

No! No! I don't want to die!

He yelled in his heart, but he was unable to perform any movements, hands, feet, mouth, and no part of his body except his eyes responded to his strong will to act.

The fear grew stronger, but he had no ability to resist.

The ticking sound and the silent silence made him feel that he was getting closer and closer to death. At the same time of fear and despair, his body was getting weaker and more tired.

The next moment, a pair of hollow eyes with no eyeballs but only eye sockets emerged from behind him.

Hesitate to watch.

But it was different from the previous image with only eyes. What emerged was a huge head resembling the head of a bird.

The twisted and mysterious strange patterns have the strange characteristics of creatures in the phantom world.

This is the head of a hesitant giant beast.

After the head of the hesitating giant beast emerged, the crossbowman's soul had a strong sense of tremor, and its outline resembled the invisible force of a bird's beak, and gently bit down against the spiritual bridge connecting the soul and the body.

He is not a spellcaster, nor does he have extraordinary spiritual abilities. The extremely fragile spiritual bridge is directly opened when the upper and lower beaks are closed, as if cut by a sharp weapon.

In an instant, the crossbowman's eyes lost their luster.

And the bird head of the hesitating beast did not disappear. The hollow eye sockets looked towards the broken spiritual bridge, and his head leaned forward.

A faint blue, fuzzy human figure was torn out of the crossbowman's body by it.

A broken ribbon that resembled an umbilical cord was swaying constantly, and part of the faintly blue soul was steadily turning gray and lightening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The bright shadow crow gleamed in his eyes, and he opened the crow's beak and spit out a gray-white round bead.

In the round beads, dozens of transparent and resentful spirits kept beating the inner wall of the beads, but they couldn't break free.

The gray beads rolled all the way to the side of the corpse and lit up.

The bird's beak loosened, and the crossbowman's soul fell from the head of the wandering head and was sucked in by the gray beads.

Then the head of hesitation quickly faded and disappeared in the air.

After the soul was completely sucked into the bead, the shadow crow swallowed the bead into its abdomen and disappeared into the shadow.

The silent tree house was restored to its original state, and the false phantoms disappeared completely.

The corpse of the crossbowman leaned against the small window of the tree house, his eyelids closed naturally, as if he was asleep quietly.

It's just that he won't have time to wake up anymore.

.....

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the tree house, and Yate continued to follow York, looking around with "shocked", as if it was the first time he saw this kind of excavated snow road.

And York didn't know that at this time, he had lost an accomplice, Zai's right hand, in the "dead corner" of Yate's line of sight, gestured to his accomplices.

Yate pretended to be invisible and continued to act with him.

"Angus, I'll go tell the others first, let them prepare some materials, you go in and take a rest."

York laughed and said to Yate.

Then he shouted to the house:

"Uncle Truno, Uncle Truno! I brought guests here!"

He deliberately emphasized the word "guest".

"..." Yate shouted while looking at him.

"Ah, Truno is the oldest hunter in our hunter village. If a guest comes, we will let him take care of it first."

York smiled and patted Angus on the shoulder, continuing to play his image of a bold man

"And Uncle Truno knows a lot. If you have any questions you want to ask, you can ask Uncle Truno."

"No matter where there are the most monsters nearby, or which way is easier to meet other mercenaries, Uncle Truno knows very well..."

As he said, the door of that hut was opened.

"York? Can't you be quiet?"

A wrinkled old man who looked 60 or 70 years old walked out of the house with a dissatisfaction:

"What if it causes an avalanche again?"

"Snow, avalanche!?" Yate played an unseen young man with all his heart.

"Yes, that's right, kid, you also close your mouth. The snow here is too thick, and the walls are too hard to block. Don't shout."

The old man glanced at York's concealed gestures, and put his gaze on Yate's body, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, and in the next instant, the pity completely turned into indifference.

"I don't need any effort, but I have so much wealth, why should I not? Why do my wife and children need to fight monsters for a living, be killed while hunting monsters, but you can be so comfortable?"

Thinking like this in his mind, the old man's face was straight:

"Come in now. Although this small village has a good disguise, it can't be too noisy. Recently, some monsters have appeared in the forest. Don't bring them all over. Apocalypse is too cold and it is too troublesome to deal with them."

After speaking, the old man turned and walked into the room.

Looking at the old man's movements, a trace of doubt flashed in York's eyes. He always felt that Uncle Truno today is a bit strange.

But forget it, hurry up and call other people over, be safe, kill this kid as soon as possible, and wait for the heavy snow to end before looking for another prey.

Thinking like this in his mind, York pushed Twitter's shoulder:

"Angus, you will be with Uncle Truno first, and I will call the other hunters over."

He pointed his finger at the back of the hunter's hut. Not too far away, there were several huts there, which were other "hunter" huts.

"Hunter?" Yes, hunting "people", I am also a hunter.

"Okay~"

Yate smiled in his heart, with unsuspecting innocence on his face, waved his hand with the other party, indicating that he knew.

Yate's performance made the ridicule in York's eyes more intense. After speaking, he tightened his fur clothes tightly, and across the clothes, brushed his palm on the hunting knife that wiped the necks of many people. .

Afterwards, he left from Yate's side and walked to the other huts along the dug snow road

And Yate also had a sneer in his heart, Dark Night Phantom made the same movement, tightening his gray-white robe made from shadows.

The hem of the robe trembles, shaking out more than a dozen dark shadows. The shadow crows followed the shadows on the edge of the snow, followed York, and dived to other hunters' cabins.

...

York didn't panic, nor did he take any suspicious actions. Since he became a robber with other hunters, he has intercepted and killed more than a hundred passers-by without any psychological burden.

After being instigated by Uncle Truno to hunt down a businessman's heir for the first time, this group of hunters who were originally dissatisfied with life have already tasted the sweetness.

They don't want to live the life of hunting monsters and collecting materials.

As soon as he approached, before his raised hand hit the door, the door opened, and several hunters walked out of it.

These five hunters are all in their thirties and forties. Except for a median, all of them are in low positions. They all look ordinary, and they don’t have the characteristics of being full of flesh, yellow, hungry, and treacherous. The most special one is because he looks a little shorter.

He smiled, his gaze swept across York's body, revealing a bright smile:

"Found the prey again?"

"Yes, a businessman's heir, he is a bard, and his strength has just reached the middle position, but I have tried it. I don't have any combat experience, a little defensive, and the reaction is very immature, with little experience."

York laughed loudly:

"After a few words, he regarded me as a friend."

"Good job! York!"

The short man laughed, then showed a pity:

"Unfortunately there are no women."

"At this time, it's hard to find people, let alone women."

York said with a smile, but looked at the short man's eyes with a hint of contempt.

At this moment, another person beside him said:

"All five of us will go over, can we solve it?"

"can."

York nodded, and his gaze swept over him: "Now he is at Truno. He has the poison configured by Truno. That kid has no ability to resist. Even if he doesn't, he can't deal with the four of us. Low."

Although he is old, Truno's fellow is also a mid-level strength, and the abundance of combat experience can make up for his weakness in physical strength.

The six people looked at each other and all smiled, but no matter how they looked at them, they were a bit hideous, as if "Angus" was their unresisting prey.

And they didn't realize that in the shadow behind them, a pair of cold eyes were watching them:

As if watching a group of bugs.

At this moment, York said aloud:

"I went to find other people. I was worried that that kid had any powerful magic items. These fat sheep would always carry some life-saving things on him. I don't want to be killed."

"You are too timid."

The little man whispered, but didn't raise any objections: "Go and hurry, let's go over and take a look."

Then under his leadership, the other four people bypassed him and walked towards Truno's hunter's cabin.

York looked at the backs of several people, especially the short one, with a gloomy expression on his face.

There is a festival between the two, and the other party often finds fault with him. I really want to find a chance to kill this guy and the fat sheep together.