During the siege of the city, a thin young man excitedly played with the short knife in his hand.
His name is Lu Ren, a college student who has just graduated.
Unlike many poor people who are forced to enter the world of ghost stories, he does it purely because he likes it.
His parents are both folklorists, so Lu Ren has been keenly interested in all kinds of legends since he was a child.
In other words, he longed to enter such a world.
After being involved in the ghost story incident, he couldn't wait to become a hunter.
A hunter who specializes in hunting down weak monsters and selling them to the black market in exchange for bounties.
They have no fixed organization and will only pursue profits like hyenas, and sometimes even disrupt public order.
However, judging from the results, these fools who call themselves hunters can be considered as making a contribution.
The governing bureau also acquiesced in the existence of this group of people.
After all, compared with those huge civil organizations, the impact an individual can have is too small.
Of course, we don’t rule out the occasional appearance of a few stronger newcomers.
That's the case with Lu Ren.
At least that's what he thinks.
"A person who can adapt to the surrounding environment in an instant, and who happens to fall next to a weapon..."
"Of course only the chosen one like me."
Lu Ren threw the short knife in his hand, with an excited smile on his face.
Although he hasn't understood the rules of use yet, this thing looks very powerful.
The bright silver dagger was covered with blood-red lines, as if it was breathing life.
It was perfect for a talented hunter like him.
"With it, that Wang Jin is not worth mentioning at all."
Lu Ren shook his head. He could already imagine his image being printed on the golden ghost story card.
Thinking of this, he poured inspiration into the short knife with excitement.
Nothing happened.
"Huh? It shouldn't be?"
Lu Ren scratched his head and began to think about where he had gone wrong.
"Oh, I understand!"
After a moment, he slapped his forehead violently, as if he finally figured out the key.
"This kind of artifact must be recognized by blood."
As Lu Ren said this, he cut his finger with a short knife.
Almost instantly, the blood-red lines on the blade glowed brightly, as if he had completely awakened.
There was something faintly whispering and roaring, emitting a strange aura.
The smile on Lu Ren's face turned into deep fear before it was fully formed.
He found that the short knife was devouring his own flesh and blood crazily, and he couldn't shake it off.
Tide-like fear overwhelmed him, and Lu Ren wanted to cry.
It was so sudden, without any warning.
This feeling of watching oneself die without being able to do anything about it is too terrifying. Even if someone comes to give oneself a break, it is better than waiting to die.
Thinking of this, Lu Ren suddenly felt his eyes tilting.
He saw his own back.
Looking at the young man with a compassionate face, Lu Ren's figure slowly disappeared.
"well."
Wang Jin took back the staggered daggers and sighed softly.
He watched with his own eyes as this boy sent him away step by step.
Is it so easy to use something related to Kaidan?
Too unrealistic.
The equipment and ghost stories issued by the company have gone through countless tests and comparisons before being put into use. Even so, problems may occasionally occur.
A stupid young man like this who directly tried to use his own sword didn't even have the qualifications to let him do it.
Wang Jin kicked the dagger with his foot, and after making sure it was safe, he picked it up through his clothes.
The latter was still roaring, as if his appetite had been aroused.
"Shut your mouth."
The young man frowned, and the Eyes of the Ancient God revealed a hint of aura.
The desire to die surged, and the dagger wailed twice to silence the sound.
Wang Jin grinned and stuffed it into his backpack.
This thing was too noisy and could easily hurt the user, so he didn't intend to use it.
But it's still a good idea to stay and exchange things with the Administration.
——
"Hey, the first lucky person has been born."
Zhao Guangming was happily eating popcorn in the audience.
The large screen in front of him was divided into several small areas, broadcasting the internal situation of the siege secret ceremony in real time.
Of course, it is still up to the governing bureau to decide what to shoot.
Now I can only see a group of people running around in a hurry, stopping to pick up one or two things with excitement on their faces from time to time.
After all, there were only a few people who caused friction at the beginning, and everyone planned to take this opportunity to gain advantage of the bureau.
"Where is it?"
The little fox popped out of another popcorn bucket, muttering vaguely.
"Look at that."
Zhao Guangming squinted his eyes and pointed to a partition in the lower right corner.
There was a small figure there, wielding a knife and cutting off the head of another figure.
There are two dots almost the size of a coin on this huge screen, which are difficult to spot even if you look carefully.
"Can you recognize this? It must be Brother Zhao."
Leonard's eyes widened and he gave Zhao Guangming a thumbs up.
"ha."
The sloppy middle-aged man spread his hands and did not explain how he did it.
"ah…!"
Beside the ring, a pale young man suddenly appeared.
He shook his hand with lingering fear, as if he wanted to get rid of something terrible.
The audience instantly cast their eyes one after another, obviously wanting to know what happened.
"The one who killed me was Wang Jin."
Lu Ren left behind such a meaningless sentence and slowly walked towards the corner.
As the first player to be eliminated, in a sense, he made a splash.
But Lu Ren couldn't be happy and had to turn his attention to the big screen.
He wanted to see what the young man who cut off his head would do next.
——
"That's...Wang Jin?"
Behind the strange-looking boulder, a tall and thin figure poked its head out.
He made a gesture, and four or five figures responded from all directions.
They were the few people who followed Wang Jin into the dream world. They were above average in terms of strength and thinking.
"He has no companions by his side."
The thin man in charge of the investigation turned to look at the others and whispered.
He was hesitating whether to take action or not.
Although he was no match for him in the dream world at that time, it was because of his inexperience.
In addition, now that Kaitan equipment can be used, it is not certain who will win with the numerical advantage.
Beyond that, the items they just found can also bring considerable advantages.
Due to the superposition of many factors, Wang Jin might not be their match.
"How to say?"
The thin man asked, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"I'm here to provide support. Brother Zhou and Brother Ang, you two go to the back and cover them, and Monkey goes to meet them from the front."
A woman's voice suddenly sounded from the tree.
It's the fan who was desperately fighting for the Wang Jinguai Tan card.
"good."
The man known as the monkey nodded, not having any doubts about the woman's arrangement.
The other two people did not hesitate, and kept moving through the grass towards Wang Jin.
They didn't know each other before, so they just formed an alliance.
But under the command of that woman, she was able to display precise coordination, which is enough to illustrate her ability.
Therefore, the only powerful remote secret instrument naturally fell into her hands.
"Little Wang Jin, you must be very cute when you cry when your sister beats you."
The woman licked her lips and showed a somewhat sick smile.