Huck was very excited.

This is even more exciting than being an undercover agent, and this kind of excitement is different from that kind of excitement.

In the human world, when carrying out a mission, if one loses, there is the country and family behind them.

I lost here, at worst it's just a leg!

Huck was full of confidence: "It's not so easy to eat my hands and feet! I believe I can defeat it!"

Huck pulled out a short blade and quickly engaged in combat, taking advantage of the presence of two big bosses.

"Hey! You little rabbit, don't run!"

The monster sensed the crisis when it saw Susie and the ancestor.

Just as I was about to leave, Huck came rushing up.

Monster: "..."

Ancestor Susie: "..."

Watching Huck fighting with the monster, Susie hesitated and said, "Ancestors, should we just let it go? Huck is living happily now!"

The ancestors stubbornly said, "No, this is just the beginning, this is the simplest..."

Real cruelty... Forget it, to hell with cruelty, I'll protect myself if necessary.

What else could be done? After all, Huck is a descendant of the Murray family.

Isn't it the ancestors' duty to protect their future generations?

Susie didn't know that the ancestor had already softened his heart. Seeing that he still refused to speak, she thought for a moment and said, "How about we let Huck experience and grow on his own?"

Of course, it's not like she wanted him to go on his own adventures, Susie was also afraid that Huck would encounter danger.

Just hide in the dark and ensure his safety.

The ancestors nodded, "Let's do it this way."

The last time, Huck was left to experience it on his own, perhaps because he felt so confident with Susie by his side.

Growing up on your own is different from having someone to rely on.

The ancestors still secretly hoped that Huck would be reincarnated. He lived a lonely and nameless life in this lifetime, and he hoped that in his next life, he would live a glorious and carefree life.

Huck and the monster were engrossed in their fight, their full attention focused on the monster, without noticing when Susie and the old ancestor disappeared.

He stared at the monster, although he spoke lightly, his heart was extremely vigilant.

Huck understood very well that he couldn't always rely on his ancestors and Susie.

Practice may be just like growing up, ultimately requiring one to face it alone.

So he hoped that he could adapt to the life in the underworld as soon as possible, and adapt to the bloody battles of cultivation.

The monster used to be wary of Susie and the ancestor, but it didn't expect that both of these people who made it fearful have left.

It paused for a moment, what does it mean?

Did you really leave?

The monster moved its nose, sniffed, and indeed did not smell anything.

Oh... I see now, this newbie is not actually in cahoots with those two experts!

Then it had nothing to worry about!

The monster stared at Huck, its eyes instantly turning blood red, revealing its excitement without any concealment.

A new Cultivating Ghost... and, he possessed an extremely powerful force, unlike ordinary Cultivating Ghosts!

The monster quickly concluded: This is a great supplement!

Without hesitation, it lunged at Huck and bit him!

Huck had already prepared to dodge when the monster's eyes turned blood red, and sure enough, the next second it pounced!

He immediately rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack of the monster, but his clothes still got torn with a big hole.

As soon as Huck landed, he quickly got up and instinctively dodged to the other side. Sure enough, as soon as he moved, the monster pounced on him again, and its sharp claws grazed past his neck. Huck immediately felt his neck "bleeding".

He touched it and found that his neck had been cut in half. If he were still human now, he would have died long ago.

So powerful!

The ancestors also said that the monsters living on the outskirts of the mountain, at the foot of the mountain, were the weakest monsters. They didn't have the strength to enter Mount Hood, so they had to live on the edge of Mount Hood.

The weakest monster, with just one strike, almost had his head scratched off.

Huck broke out in a cold sweat, and these thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. By the time he lunged again, the monster had already guessed his trajectory, and with its gaping jaws, it bit towards his head...

Both Susie and the ancestor couldn't hold back any longer and were about to make a move.

Never in a million years did I expect a deep gunshot to ring out, causing the small bull-sized monster to collapse with a loud crash.

Huck was panting heavily, his heart pounding fiercely. In that very moment, his head had already been gripped in the jaws of the monster!

Just a little bit more...

Huck's hands were trembling, but he still managed to hold on and retrieve the golden bullet.

He had only these seven bullets, and once he shot them, he had to retrieve the bullets.

The advantage of the underworld is that the bullets shot out will not be wasted, as long as they are picked up and can be used again next time.

Huck had just reloaded the bullet when suddenly a shadow fell before his eyes.

A man dressed in green clothes appeared in front of me. He looked to be in his forties and was very thin, which made him look a bit gaunt.

He glanced at Huck and then looked at the monster lying at his feet.

His eyes lit up with surprise, "What a great mountain climbing beast! I have been stuck in the early stage of the Ghost King for twenty years... This mountain climbing beast might be able to lend me a hand!"

It was really a stroke of luck for him. Just when he got injured, he happened to stumble upon such a huge monster!

Huck frowned, "This was what I hit."

The man paused for a moment, then burst into laughter and contemptuously said, "Alright, I know it was you who did it. You're lucky to have the chance to show respect to me, your senior. Others haven't even had the opportunity to flatter me yet."

Does a small, just awakened Cultivating Ghost deserve to speak about you and me?

He had long reached the realm of the Ghost King, and could even call himself "this king". Other ghosts dared not say otherwise!

What is this new Cultivating Ghost thing?

"Boy, what weapon were you just using? Show it to me," he stared at Huck's waist and reached out to snatch Huck's pistol directly from his hand!

Huck had absolutely no defense ability, and the ghost king's methods were unexpectedly cunning... At that moment, he deeply felt the gap between him and the ghost king!

He was furious and said coldly, "Give it back to me!"

The other party directly stuffed the pistol into their own bag of holding and sneered.

Give it back to him?

He was overthinking. As a ghost king, once he got something, it was his. He had never let go of anything he had obtained.

If you have the ability, call Yama to make him spit it out!