Night Crow Master

Yate looked at these people in front of him rather speechlessly.

The man with short stature and thin body looks very kind, but compared with the previous York and the old man beside him, his acting skills are much worse. Compared with other people, he has not much killing intent, and his joke and greed are stronger. .

The short man had no idea that the young man in front of him had read the script from the perspective of God. A trace of joking and treacherousness flashed in his eyes, pretending to be friendly, and from time to time he wanted to take Yate's shoulders:

"I'm still worried that the materials I hunted and gathered recently cannot be sold. Unexpectedly, York brought you back to Angus. It's amazing. I have more than 20 furs of deer and a brown bear. The fur is very complete~"

"Let’s talk when everyone else is here."

"Okay, uncle."

"give."

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

There was also an extra bowl in Yate's hand. He looked at the floating mushrooms and other dried products, as well as half of beast meat, and turned his eyes to the old man.

"Drink it, you can save trouble after drinking it."

The feedback from the Eye of the Crow allowed Yate to see what the other person was thinking.

Some ingredients are added inside.

The pot of thick soup was prepared before he came. Yate could not see the production process, but he saw the action of the old man adding ingredients--

The material is in the bowl. From his position, it is indeed invisible, but there are several pairs of eyes on the roof.

But this kind of thing has no effect on the Phantom of the Night.

Yu Guang noticed Yate's sight, and the old man Truno said in his heart. He didn't expect the young man to be quite cautious, but he was prepared.

He acted as if he hadn't noticed Yate's sight, blew the white vapor out of the thick soup, drank a half bowl, scooped a few pieces of mushrooms inside with a wooden spoon, and sent it into his mouth.

The others, who were also very familiar with Truno's technique, ate one after another, talking and laughing about where the suspected rare monster appeared.

"Angus, what's the matter?" The short man sneered in his heart as he watched Yate's hesitation disappear.

"It's Winter. We have to save some ingredients. The fur can be sold to you, but the meat is not good. Moreover, Uncle Truno is really generous this time. The last visitor was not willing to take the meat. Take it out. This is the meat of a high-level monster. We hunted it together last time. We ate all of it. Only he left some. I didn't expect it to be taken out today."

His eyes flashed and a smile appeared on his face. Lies came casually, saying that the meat of ordinary beasts was the meat of high-ranking monsters. Not only that, but he also began to make up for the old man Truno:

"I see, Angus, you look a bit like Uncle Truno's son."

He suddenly patted his thigh.

Others also came with a few words very cooperatively:

"Have it?"

"The eyes look a bit like?"

"The nose is more like..."

After Truno cursed secretly in his heart, in order not to be ostentatious, he still kept his face straight, but there was also a little "kindness" in his eyes.

Anyway, all kinds of hints that this meat is precious, and Truno is very friendly to him or something.

It's a pity that this group of people don't become actors. Although they don't look very good, their acting skills are much better than those of little fresh meat.

"Yes, is it? Thank you, uncle!"

Yate was very cooperative with a surprised expression, and then thanked.

When the shadow crows searched this small village consisting of more than a dozen hunter's huts, and turned each hunter into the spirit body in the ghost ball, he wrangled with these people boredly.

The six of them didn't know that their companions were disappearing one by one, and they thought they were good at talking and laughing with Yate.

At their kind invitation, Yate drank several bowls of thick soup made with "the meat of high-level monsters"——

In fact, these bowls of soup were drunk for him by Lord Shadowcrow.

This shadow crow lord is just promoted to the shadow lord after being promoted to lv10 from a high shadow crow.

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

A crow gourmet?

However, it is obvious that this thing is not delicious, and the Shadow Crow Lord also gave a "really unpalatable" evaluation.

Then it made a request and wanted to eat these people.

"No problem, after extracting their soul, I will give you food."

Although he doesn't eat people, he doesn't have any psychological burden to feed human corpses as food to the crows.

It's not the first time.

"By the way, Angus, I heard that you are still a bard, can you play for us?"

The short man said while sipping the soup without added ingredients and eating the meat in it.

When talking, he was secretly winking with the old man Truno.

It's been so long, why hasn't this kid fallen?

Showed some fatigue and sleepiness, but did not mean to fall down, groggy, but still have the ability to continue to move, not like the prey of the previous few times, fell quickly, this state has continued For a long time.

"Okay—"

Yate's eyelids were fighting, and he agreed somewhat "tired".

And his hand, under the robes that were deliberately lifted, swept across the belt condensed by shadows, and a pitch-black violin appeared in his hand.

"Me, my bow..."

Yate was very involved in the play, brushing his palms on the belt formed by the shadows, and took out various things from it.

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

One by one, their eyes were nailed to the black belt like nails when Yate looked down for the bow.

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

A trace of greed flashed in the short man's eyes, and there was a trace of contempt in his expression that he thought was invisible to outsiders, as if he was playing, looking at Yate.

Storage props! Sure enough, there are good things!

"Not bad, not bad, this time killing this fat sheep, compared to the previous three times, no, the first five times combined will yield more!"

He thought with excitement.

"It finally took effect. Although it was a little slower, it still took effect."

Because the drug took effect a bit late, Truno, as the producer, was still a little worried, but now it seems—

"Does this kid have any props?"

The potion will take effect so late, it must be the reason that the opponent has some props.

However, it was useless in the end!

Truno looked at Yate, who was almost asleep, as his movements became stiffer and slower. The disguised kindness disappeared completely, leaving only contempt. He looked at Yate who he thought had become a lamb to be slaughtered.

The other hunters who were talking and laughing half a minute ago looked at Yate, and the grinning on the corners of their mouths grew thicker.

They didn't hide it anymore.

In their view, Yate at this time had no ability to resist.

The short man looked at the "storage item" on Yate's waist, and then drew out a hunting knife with a brighter smile.

York brought back such a fat sheep, so there is no need to target him so much these days.

However, the things that are divided this time cannot be distributed to York.

The short man placed the hunting knife on Yate's neck and waited for a few vital signs, and he was about to slaughter the fat sheep.

However, at this time, Truno felt something was wrong, York still did not come, not only did York not come, other hunters also did not come.

With doubts, Truno asked a hunter to find York.

Looking at the "storage item" on Yate's waist, and then at Truno's wrinkled face, although he was reluctant, the hunter had to nod his head and agreed.

As the door closed amidst the thumping sound, there was only the light of the fire in the hunter’s cabin.

"Hurry up and kill and take away his storage props."

The short man thought, and then he stab Yate on the neck.

Under the gaze of everyone, the hunting knife penetrated "Angus"'s neck without any hindrance.

However, what made everyone feel weird was that the neck that was pierced by the hunting knife did not shed blood.

The flesh-colored skin slowly turned black and gray.

Even though he was stupid, he realized that something was wrong.

"Sorry, guys, I can't play anymore."

Hearing the sound, the short man felt a pain in his hand, and then "Angus" stood up.

The gray-white robe and other colored areas all turned black and gray.

Phantom Art touched his neck and pulled the hunting knife that penetrated his neck from his neck. Things like this did not materially harm Dark Night Phantom:

"So, next, after playing with you for so long, you should also pay some compensation? As an equivalent exchange, your soul will be better."

When seeing Angus "resurrected from the dead", he realized that the bad old man Truno had rushed to the door and was about to seize the door and flee.

The smiling Yate naturally noticed this, and the shadow crow spirit beads hiding in his body flashed, and thick shadows quickly wrapped the entire hunter's cabin.

The door was blocked by the shadows, and Truno could not open the door with all his strength.

"This place still looks very good, I requisitioned."

The dark Yate, the shadows on his body were flowing, and his skin turned flesh-colored again. Looking around, he said casually, as if he was picking a house at a sales office.

"Go to hell!"

Truno and the short man, who had realized that they could not escape, jumped up before he could say anything, and the other two also followed, rushing toward Yate with fierce faces.

Their extremely decisive reaction shortened the distance quickly, and Yate just raised his arm—

"Useless struggle."

With a wave of hands, a shadow rolled up from the ground, and the four people who pulled out their weapons and spare weapons, as if they were hit by a heavy hammer, were blown out with a bang, and hit the dark wall heavily , Sprayed blood.