"Mystery" is a pretentious element that will never be eliminated or abandoned, or we can say it a little more gentle, and call it - an attractive element.

No matter men, women, young and old, few people can resist the invasion of mystery in their hearts for a long time. The fundamental reason may be inseparable from the "curiosity" that people have. If you don't understand, you want to understand; if you don't understand, you want to explore; if you are interested, you want to dig the bottom and get a glimpse of the truth. Although you reach the end point and get the answer, it doesn't seem so interesting, and you may even feel deceived.

But even so, people are still full of desire for "mystery" or "unknown".

"Ordinary people cannot be mysterious." "Mysterious characters are definitely not ordinary people." At some point, this view that is not a convention, but is "common sense cognition" appears in people's minds.

"The federal drivers are all monsters."

"Damn, those who drive Gundam are called ordinary people, then what am I? Dogtail grass?"

"Look, that guy in strange clothes can release lasers through specific positions. He must be not an ordinary person!"

It is worth mentioning that mysterious characters are usually wary of people while being curious. Because "power" is another keyword that is often linked to mystery besides "unknown".

Therefore, Lin Feng was naturally warned.

Just as he asked mysteriously, "Is that white light a seal?" Visemir responded to his words almost instantly.

"Oh! Can you see some visions after the release of the magic seal? And you can also accurately name the Axi Seal." Visemir still maintained that cheerful smile, but his golden vertical pupils stared at Lin Feng tightly, and looked at his every move in his eyes. "Haha, it seems that Lin Feng, you have to know us Demon Hunter better than I thought. Sure enough, you are not simple."

Then, the old demon hunter chatted with Lin Feng in a constant tone, while his face remained unchanged, and quietly reached under the table. With a crisp "click" sound, he put the one-handed crossbow he carried.

"Damn... this guy is really an old demon hunter! He actually stringed his crossbow while chatting with me! His face did not change his expression. This guy is really amazing..." Looking at Visemil's performance, Lin Feng couldn't help but complain in his heart, "Is it necessary? Isn't it just a name for the magic seal? Why do you seem to be fucking me... And, he doesn't hide his movements of stringing his crossbow. It's so terrible, the demon hunter is so terrible..."

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Just as the scene was a bit tough, Geralt came back and saw a strange atmosphere between Visermere and Lin Feng, especially Visermere's move to put his left hand on the edge of the hand that had been wound, Geralt was a little puzzled, "You two seem to be having a very pleasant conversation?"

"No, we have a very speculative chat." Weissemill and Lin Feng said in unison. After saying that, the two looked at each other and then smiled relievedly, "It's just a little accident."

"Yes, that's good." Geralt shrugged and signaled Visemille to sit in and move him a little.

Visemill skillfully removed the crossbow's winding state and moved it inside, which was considered to have a free space for Geralt: "How about it, have you found useful information?"

"It's true. Although I don't know where she went, at least she was sure she had passed by this place." Geralt took a casual sip of wine and said, "A villagers said that a few days ago, a woman was riding a horse and running across the village. Also, guess what else I heard. A scholar from Osenfort Academy told me about the news of the 'female ghost warrior'."

"Female Ghost War Rider?" Weissemil frowned and asked, "What is that?"

"It was a rumor in the countryside, saying that at night, beautiful ghosts would ride horses through the fields. The woman was long and dressed in black and white." Geralt described this widely circulated statement to his old friend. In the end, he had a little more confusion in his expression, "The army will follow her, and those who meet her on the road will definitely feel unfortunate."

"Hahahaha, I can guarantee that the last sentence is true!" After hearing Geralt's description, Visemill suddenly burst into laughter, "So that means she may have something to do with the army, right?"

Geralt seemed a little upset. After nodding silently, he turned his eyes to Lin Feng and said, "So what have you talked about before? Why don't you say it and listen."

"Hello, my name is Lin Feng." Seeing this, Lin Feng formally introduced himself to Geralt, and then repeated what Visemille had said before.

"Hello, I am Geralt of Villa, the Demon Hunter." Geralt's eyes swayed back and forth on Lin Feng for a few times. He didn't believe that Visemir would skeleton the crossbow for no reason.

After briefly explaining what happened just now, Geralt frowned. He turned his eyes to Visermere. After receiving a positive reply, he believed that the young man in front of him was indeed extraordinary.

"Haha, you don't have to be too nervous. For the moment, I don't have any special power, it's just a little different from ordinary people." Lin Feng waved his hands at the two people and said indifferently, "If you are willing to listen, I can tell you my story."

"No, Lin Feng. If that is a secret, you don't need to tell us." After seeing Lin Feng's sincere expression, Geralt obviously relaxed a lot. He smiled slightly and said, "Everyone will have his own secret. We Demon Hunters are not spies who specialize in inquiring about information."

"No, Geralt. There is one thing I have to tell you, I recognized you two at the beginning. And I actually came here for you." Lin Feng, imitating Geralt's tone, spread his hands helplessly, "It's just that due to some restrictions, I can't tell all the facts. But some things can still be told to you."

"I think that for the next things, we still need to build a certain trust between us." As he said that, Lin Feng stuck out his tongue at the two demon hunters and said sly, "I think telling my origin will be beneficial to some of the next work."

"Haha, I don't think we'll have any intersection next." Geralt and Visemille exchanged glances and said slowly, "But I think I can listen to your story."

"Okay, it seems that the story I made up has a place to use it!" Lin Feng was delighted, then cleared his throat and spoke.

"I came from the East and came for you." Lin Feng raised this topic again and said solemnly, "This is a task assigned to me by the elders of our clan, and it is also a trial that I must go through."

"We also have all kinds of strange and powerful mysterious powers in our hometown. Among them, there is a group of people who have a strange special ability that can only be passed down from generation to generation in the same bloodline. There, we call this power [Blood Relay]." Lin Feng maintained a serious expression on his face, and stole some settings that Geralt and Visemill would never understand without changing his face, and began his shameless path of blowing. "And the [Blood Relay Relay] passed down by our clan is about the power of [Eyes]."

"Even if we inherit the power of [eye], different people will have many different changes. Some people's eyes will mutate and turn blood red, and there will be three tadpoles around their pupils. The eyes are called [Sharingan], and their main ability is to let the other party see hallucinations and extremely high dynamic vision. Some people's eyes will turn white, and the power they gain is farsighted and perspective." Lin Feng became more and more excited and became excited. "Of course, these forces can be further evolved. I will not describe them here, and I am also a person who inherited the power of [eye]."

"Uh... Trial? Mutation? It sounds a bit like a 'Green Grass Trial'." Wisemir touched his chin and said, "Sure enough, are there anything similar to the Green Grass Trial in the East?"

"But your eyes don't seem to have changed much, right?" Geralt looked at Lin Feng's black eyes and asked in confusion, "But you have inherited the power, what's going on?"

"Well, not everyone's eyes will mutate." Lin Feng spread his hands and said that he was not very clear. "I may be the kind that cannot mutate, and of course there is a great possibility that my power is not completely opened."

"So that's it... In other words, there are some problems with the 'Green Grass Trial', right?" Fortunately, there are rituals like Green Grass Trial in the world of Demon Hunter, so Visemir's understanding of Lin Feng's words is quite accurate. "So, what is the power of the [eye] you inherited?"

"It's true." Lin Feng looked at the eyes of the two of them and said confidently, "I can't judge the specific effect yet, but I can know that the power of my eyes is the power of 'seeing the truth'."

"See the truth? A very vague description." Geralt and Visermere obviously believed Lin Feng's statement and murmured in confusion.

"It's okay... The power of the [eye] is sometimes so unreasonable." Lin Feng also said helplessly, "Some people's eyes can see the past, some people's eyes can predict the future, and some people's eyes can even see 'death'. In fact, I came here this time because the elders saw the future."

"The future? What kind of future?" Geralt asked in surprise. Lin Feng's description surprised him. He never thought that someone could see the past, the future, or even see "death". In this way, Lin Feng's seeing "reality" was nothing.

"I don't know either. The elder didn't say much, so I asked me to come to Baiguoyuan to wait for you." Lin Feng could only act like I didn't know. He said helplessly.

It’s not that Lin Feng doesn’t want to reveal anything in the future, after all, it’s also a thing to be proud of for him to pretend to be slapped in front of Bailang. But he doesn’t know if the plot of this game will be rewritten in a mess, and it will be troublesome if he doesn’t show off and get slapped in the face.

"So, I knew about you two at the beginning." As he said that, Lin Feng also glanced at Geralt, "Especially Geralt, you are still very famous in my hometown."

"Famous? How famous? Come on, tell us!" Speaking of this, Visemir immediately showed great enthusiasm, and while saying that, he shook his head and patted Geralt on the shoulder, "Hi, man, I didn't expect that your reputation has spread to the distant east!"

"Haha, I'm afraid it's not a good reputation." Perhaps remembering his name as "Balvican Butcher", Geralt shook his head with a wry smile.

"In our hometown, there is a recognized fact." Lam Feng glanced at Geralt with his eyes, and said with a suppressed smile, "Everyone said 'Geralt is a fragile product'."
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