Even though Lili changed the magazine and fired a round of bullets, only a few pointed crows were shot down by it. The others were not affected at all and were not afraid of this firearm.

She wanted to rush out with brute force, but was held back by Nan Haiyue. Haiyue shouted at the throat: "Don't rush, these crows have sharp teeth and sharp beaks. If you rush out, you will be covered in bruises!"

Just when the two girls didn't know how to escape, a sharp whistle pierced the sky. When the crows heard the whistle, they turned around and scattered as if they had received the order from their master. The two girls lost their restraints and hurriedly pulled themselves apart.

They looked up and saw an old man wearing ragged clothes and holding a cane appeared in front of them.

Four or five plump crows landed on his shoulders. The old man's hair was very fluffy and messy, and it had not been washed for an unknown number of years. The crows pecked out the lice and fleas in the old man's hair, and from time to time they removed it from the hair.

He took out small wooden sticks.

"Cough...cough..." The old man kept coughing.

He raised his head slightly, with a ray of cold light in his cloudy eyes, and looked at the two girls closely. Lili was frightened by the old man and took a few steps back, leaning against Bixi. The old man looked so real.

It's so... so weird. The whole body is curved, the head is slightly forward, the wrinkles are accumulated on the face, and the lips have turned dark green without knowing what to do, and there is a sharp tiger tooth exposed at the corner of the mouth.

He only used a cane to walk, and he still swayed very unnaturally when he walked.

Nan Haiyue couldn't help but take a few steps back. Although the old man was in good health and posed no threat to her on the surface, she felt that every time he came closer to her, there was an invisible pressure or aura surrounding her.

It made her unable to breathe. He was too old. Nan Haiyue was not a timid person. The oldest old man he had ever seen was Tong Dahai, the guardian of the holy mountain. What you can feel in Tong Dahai is a kind of

, is a kind of positive energy, and the weird old man in front of him is much older than Tong Dahai. Even the word senile is a bit unsatisfactory when used on him. He exudes nothing but years of energy.

In addition to the stench of not taking a shower, there was also a cold air. Nan Haiyue even felt that the reason why the entire forest was full of yin energy was entirely caused by him.

"Old man, you...?" Nan Haiyue was interrupted by the old man before she could finish her sentence.

"What are you two girls doing here in Gada?"

Haiyue looked at him sideways and decided to be polite first and then fight: "Uncle, we are looking for someone. Why, do you live here?"

The old man didn't want to give her a chance to explain, and said: "Come on, come on, this is not a place for you girls to play. There is no one else here except me, a bad old man!"

What he said was very halting and sonorous, and there was no hint of the old man's physical weakness.

Nan Haiyue is a person who has seen strong winds and waves. How can this old man persuade him to retreat with just one or two words? "Uncle, has Nalanhong been here? Where is he? We will leave as soon as we find him!"

The old man stared, picked up the crutch and pushed it hard on the ground. The fallen leaves were flying all around, and even the earth was shaking slightly. Nan Haiyue was also shocked. This is not something ordinary people can do. Could it be that this old man is a ghost?
Chapter completed!