Master a little skill every day

Along the way, Bai Miao wore the clothes of the Healing Sect and carried the iconic holy sword. It can be said that there was no obstruction.

It wasn't until he saw the hillside on the western outskirts of Ya'er City that Bai Miao realized that he was almost leaving Ya'er City.

This copy did not restrict Bai Miao to stay in Ya'er City, but Ya'er City was surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there were very few people.

On the contrary, the Healing Sect built a monastery on the mountain outside the city to train potential clergy.

Could it be that Atalina is hiding in the monastery?

Bai Miao did not advance rashly. The monastery was considered the core area of ​​the Healing Sect.

Don't go there and be the target if Favre doesn't arrive by then.

At least he had to wait until Favre started fighting with the Healing Sect before going to the theater.

Bai Miao activated a series of skills to hide himself, such as holding his breath and concentrating, hide-and-seek, etc. The cat was on the tree trunk, carefully sensing the surrounding atmosphere.

A breeze blew through the woods, and Bai Miao felt a cold and biting touch on his neck.

It was as if something sharp had hit it.

The durability of the Zero Time Lock also dropped by 10% in an instant.

This means that Zero Hour Lock's passive skill is triggered.

[When encountering an instant death attack, 10% of the durability is consumed, and the own time flow rate is increased by 100 times, lasting 1s]

With this 100 times speed, Bai Miao discovered that someone had squatted on the branch extending to the left side of him.

A huge scythe with an exaggerated length was carried behind him, and there were countless shining stars under the raised cloak.

It's Favre.

At this time, Favre's giant scythe was hooked around Bai Miao's neck. He seemed to be using the branches to settle down and move to the next place. If Bai Miao didn't have the zero-hour lock, he would be trapped during the move. A healing sect hunter who harvests at will.

The beard on this old man's face is somewhat white, and he has neatly styled short and medium-length white hair under a worn-out tan leather hat.

The pair of dark eyes were staring in the direction of the monastery without any shift.

Upon closer inspection, Favre also had a short-barreled shotgun strapped to his waist.

Bai Miao saw many details in this second, and took a step to the side to avoid the harvest of the giant scythe.

At the same time, he took off the clothes of the Healing Sect and put on the hunter suit that Delise made for himself.

After 1 second passed, Favre gave a confused hum and looked in the direction of Bai Miao. What greeted him was a face with a bright smile.

"Brother, one of my own."

"You...indeed."

Favre's raised arm was lowered after seeing Bai Miao's clothes.

This familiar aura meant that she was right. This dress was made by her hands, and it contained her hard work. It was by no means forced to make it.

"I wore the clothes of the Healing Sect and got here smoothly."

Bai Miao explained.

Favre was silent for a long time and asked slowly: "How is it in Abyss Street?"

It seemed like he was asking about Abyss Street, but it was clear who he meant.

"Ms. Delise asked me to tell you after seeing you that everything is fine in Abyss Street."

"Everything is fine...can you tell me her true condition?"

Favre simply sat on the tree trunk and propped his chin on his hands, as if he had forgotten the goal of the monastery.

"To be honest...it's a bit not good..."

Bai Miao emphasized that Delise could not sell cloth, and for a long time he only had one customer.

"I also persuaded her to live in Ya'er City. She would go out to find a few hunters every night and produce a large amount of cloth. There would be no worries about sales in Ya'er City, but she still insisted on staying in Abyss Street..."

Hearing that Favre was willing to say these words to him, Bai Miao also boldly asked: "Mr. Favre, you have allowed me to meet you, a legend. Can you answer some questions for me now?"

Favre waved his hand: "There is no legend, I am just an ordinary hunter."

After saying that, Favre raised his hand and pointed at the monastery: "As for the problem, how about we talk about it slowly after I kill the prey?"

Bai Miao seized the opportunity and continued: "Mr. Favre, you need to see a psychiatrist after the hunt, right? I am also a psychiatrist now. I am at No. 13 Vic Street. You can come to me."

"You're not a hunter?"

Favre's eyes turned serious when he looked at Bai Miao.

As a hunter, even if he was familiar with Delise, Favre really had no interest in him.

But doctors, especially psychiatrists, are different.

"I can be, but I am also a doctor. I was originally engaged in rehabilitation, but now I have become a psychiatrist under the guidance of Dr. Lecter."

Bai Miao really wanted to start a psychoanalysis now to see Favre's mental condition.

But Bai Miao can't take responsibility for what he saw now.

If it causes a significant decline in my spirit, I'm afraid it will be a problem to go back.

It is safer to use psychoanalysis at home.

"Oh, Lecter... I advise you not to trust him too much. Anyway, you go back first. I don't need help here. I'm just a monster that ran out of Abyss Street. I'll go find you after I'm done."

After Favre finished speaking, his whole person turned into a black mist and disappeared in front of Bai Miao.

Okay, the boss has the final say.

Favre was actually willing to remind himself to be careful about Lecter, and he should be able to learn a lot from Favre this time.

The first time he came into contact with Favre, Bai Miao's feeling was still unfathomable.

This guy can probably have a good fight with the plague doctor.

Bai Miao's purpose for this trip was finally achieved.

The next thing to do is to go home and wait for Favre to come to the door.

When Bai Miao got home, it was already around 2 a.m., and it was not until after 4 a.m. that Bai Miao came to Favre.

Favre didn't ring the doorbell, he appeared directly in Bai Miao's room.

When he came out, he was covered in blood, and blood dripped on Bai Miao's floor.

"What a waste."

Bai Miao felt huge energy from the blood, which must be mixed with Atalina's.

So he hurried into the kitchen, brought out a pot, and carefully collected the blood on the floor.

"You... forget it."

Favre just dragged his coat and put it in the pot, then walked to the treatment room and lay on the sofa: "Come and do psychoanalysis for me. Do you know how to treat after psychoanalysis?"

Bai Miao shook his head: "Dr. Lecter only taught me how to do psychoanalysis, but he didn't teach me how to treat problems if I have them."

"The treatment is very simple. You may see some abnormal mental fragments, just deal with them."

Although Favre said it very lightly, Bai Miao always felt that it was not that simple.

But we’ve come to this point, and it’s not good if we don’t continue. We can’t wake Lecter out of bed in the middle of the night and ask him to help.

Bai Miao had to put a question mark on whether Lecter could be found in the house at this point.

If he couldn't complete the treatment for Favre on his own, I'm afraid Favre wouldn't easily tell him the needed news.

It's done!

Bai Miao was heartbroken and used psychoanalysis on Favre.

50 points of mental power dropped rapidly, and it was not until Bai Miao felt dizzy that the shadow behind Favre gradually became clear.

This phantom surprised Bai Miao from an angle.

Too ordinary.

Just an old man sitting in a recliner.

His hair is gray, his face is wrinkled, and he has a kind smile.

The only flaw is that the white hair is growing out between the wrinkles on the old man's face.

This should be an abnormal fragment.

It was also difficult for Bai Miao to deal with this thing. Favre reminded: "You can use whatever you use to deal with it. When you can see these things, you can touch them.

"You don't have to worry about hurting me, just come on."

Bai Miao took out the torture tool bag, which was very suitable for cleaning the excess hair on his face.

If you take off the entire face, won't the hair follow?

There should be no problem on Favre's side.

Bai Miao found that as soon as he started treatment, he would always consider efficiency unconsciously.

Instead, the guest’s feelings were put to the end.

But right now efficiency really comes first.

Bai Miao doesn't have the time to remove hair bit by bit.

So Bai Miao took out the skinning knife from the torture tool bag, pierced the face of the old man's shadow, and then slowly cut along the edge.

Bai Miao, who has learned a lot of traditional Chinese and Western medicine skills, did not feel unfamiliar at all when cutting off the face. When the blade of the knife touched his cheek, Bai Miao already had a clear understanding of how to perform the operation and how to move the knife. He achieved The state of being confident.

The entire treatment process took less than 1 minute.

Just as Bai Miao had judged at the beginning, after the cut face turned into a faint light spot and disappeared, new skin quickly grew on Xuying's face.

Favre, on the other hand, twitched his eyebrows inadvertently.

A memory that did not belong to him suddenly appeared in Bai Miao's mind.

It's like watching flowers on horseback.

The owner of the memory was in a flower field, and standing in front of him was Favre. The flower field that should have reflected white light under the moonlight was now stained crimson with the blood of the hunters of the Healing Sect.

The deadly scythe was being raised, intending to harvest the memory owner's life.

However, the owner of the memory stretched out his furry hands and fought back.

The slender nails can easily disembowel a person, and the blood-stained fur is no longer white.

Roars that only wild beasts can make came from the memory owner's mouth.

This is the battle of the trapped beasts.

But the ending was cruel. After Favre used the short-barreled shotgun at his waist, the battle situation immediately changed drastically.

Every bullet seemed to be carrying a huge force, bombarding the memory owner's body, making her retreat step by step.

Favre hugged the afterimage and quickly came to the memory owner. He dug into her chest with his free left hand, pulled out a still beating heart, threw it to the ground and trampled it to pieces. .

The blood spurting out from his chest covered Favre's body, and Favre just shook his hair indifferently.

The memory ends here.

Bai Miao felt that this should be the last scene before Atalina was hunted by Favre.

"Mr. Favre, the treatment is over."

Bai Miao seemed to have watched a No. 1 movie.

Favre's strength once again left a deep impression on Bai Miao.

Is this the fighting power of the legendary hunter in Yaer City...

I feel like I can't beat even a magical girl summoned in her prime.

If you recruit Piaomiao, your future self, you might still be able to fight.

"Well... I can feel that although your treatment is a little rough, it is indeed effective."

The knife cuts into the spirit, but Favre can feel it many times more.

This guy... his sword skills are pretty good.

Favre had this thought inadvertently.