Painted Skin: Girl Monster Hunter

Mr. Ji said: "...If I'm not mistaken, the flying fox mask is already the heaviest reward a gentleman can give."

Mr. Happy Mr. Ji couldn't stand Mr. Ji's calm and calm manner. He trembled several times and wanted to do something, but when he thought of the fragile situation of Happy Hall, he suppressed his anger.

Mr. Ji said: "It's not difficult to take the life of that demon catcher, it depends on whether you want it or not. If you want me to say, being a naked king is really boring, why don't you transfer Happy Hall to my name, The killer you cultivated plus my sorcery, after a while, I believe that there is no need for other killer organizations in the Jianghu. Of course... I am used to living a life of idle clouds and wild cranes. I'll make the decision, you can still make up your mind about the rest. Tsk, I can't think of a better way..."

Hearing these words, Huan Huanjun's legs became weak. Could it be that Mr. Ji came up with these meticulous ideas in an instant?Or, Mr. Ji has secretly coveted Happy Hall for a long time?If it is the latter, then his game of chess is too big.

Mr. Ji is terribly frightening... such a frightening person, I believe no one would want to be an enemy to him.

"If you haven't figured it out yet, go back and think about it. I'm not in a hurry. I'll wait for you here at this time tomorrow. If you figure it out, come and see me. If you don't want to, that's fine. Ping Zong Xiaying gathers and disperses impermanently." After saying that, Mr. Ji laughed and left.

Mr. Happy took off his mask, revealing a pale face covered with sweat.He weighed this extraordinary flying fox mask in his hand, feeling extremely heavy.

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The next day, the sky was cloudy and rainy.

The grass grows and the wind is high, and the tall grass is blown to this side.

Although the dilapidated temple was old, at least it was able to shelter from the wind and rain. With his back to the gate, Mr. Ji sat half-sitting on the futon, looking up at the dusty Buddha statue that was tilted and about to fall.

He took out a bottle of wine from his pocket, uncorked the bottle and took a sip, then poured it on the desk with his backhand, leaving a trace of wine on the aloes.

"It's pitiful to see you all alone here. Come, let me have a drink with you." Mr. Ji said to the Buddha statue.There is no respect in the words, on the contrary, it is mostly pity.

There was a lot of wind outside, and the rainstorm was coming.

Heavy rain mixed with thunder and lightning, dark clouds, and the sky was very low...

Mr. Ji took two sips of wine and threw the bottle away, then smiled to himself and said, "Yo, he's still here."

He didn't even turn his head, but he knew that there was a person wearing black feathers in the distance who braved the wind and rain and walked over step by step.

"Pa-ta, pa-ta..." Merry Mr. Huo walked into the ruined temple, dripping water all over his body.He didn't say a word, breathing very lightly, and his long-term assassination career created the secrecy of his actions.

Mr. Ji stared at the Buddha statue, but he said, "How? But have you thought about it?"

He heard the sound of something falling to the ground...

Mr. Ji stood up, turned his face slowly, and saw the happy man kneeling on the ground, holding the flying fox mask in both hands, and presented it in front of Mr. Ji.

There was also a bloody thing on the mask, it was a small piece of human skin, with the totem of the flying fox tattooed on it.That piece of skin was the one that Joyful Lang took off from his own neck.

Mr. Ji's eyes narrowed into a slit, and his tone was a little joyful and appreciative: "You are really a smart person, sir."