The Ghost Hunter And The Terror!

Run!

Seeing the situation turning grim, Mortimer instinctively clenched his fists, then turned to Claude shouting: "Brother-in-law, run! You can't beat these people, let us handle it!"

At that moment, even Tiffany turned to look at Claude, nodding her head. Claude, observing their expressions, twitched the corners of his mouth: "What's this situation? Looking down on me? My God, I have the system, don't I?"

Though he thought so, Claude said aloud: "Don't worry, it's just a bunch of rabble, I can handle them!"

"What, you little devil, you want to die?" The underlings, just as they charged, were taken aback by Claude's words and started cursing.

From the system, Claude had already gauged the level of this group. Apart from the leader who had reached Advanced level one, the seven or eight others were only at Mid-level four or five. Such a lineup could temporarily be considered as minor monsters. Therefore, to the shouts of these people, Claude simply shook his head in disdain.

Moreover, although Claude's level was much lower than these people, apart from the system's help in increasing his strength, he had also learned a divine ability, Celestial Perception, from the stele in Young House countryside. Thanks to this ability, Claude could see through the weaknesses of his opponents. As long as the opponent was not more than twenty levels above Claude, he could rely on his own strength to deal with them one by one. Besides, Mortimer and Tiffany were not weak. Tiffany alone could handle the leader.

"Whoosh!"

Claude snorted, and the arrow on the bowstring shot out directly.

"Ah!"

Immediately afterward, the hooligans who had been shouting began to scream in agony. In no time, Mortimer and Tiffany also sprang into action. Very quickly, seven or eight hooligans were unable to withstand even a minute and all lay motionless on the ground.

"Ah, damn, what's going on here?" The gang leader was completely baffled, unable to comprehend how his not-so-weak underlings were so easily dealt with by the three young people in front of him. Especially that young man with the pale face, wasn't he just at the Elementary Peak level?

"Now it's your turn, isn't it?" Tiffany, after dealing with the last thug, licked her lips and smiled towards the gang leader.

After firing an arrow, Claude, seeing Tiffany's demeanor at that moment, involuntarily twitched the corners of his mouth. The gang leader was dumbfounded, while Mortimer silently prayed for him.

"Cough, cough, cough, little beauty, come here, come here. Today, I will play you to death.!" After a moment of stupefaction, the gang leader seemed to come to his senses, quickly grabbing the round shield on his back, his gaze towards Tiffany becoming increasingly fervent. Not only that, but he also intentionally stuck out his tongue, licking his lips and making smacking sounds as if wanting to swallow her whole.

"Sister, this guy is really despicable! I can't take it anymore, you quickly cripple him!" Mortimer, witnessing the scene in front of him, stepped back a few steps and shouted out.

Claude glanced at Mortimer, then also stared intently at the gang leader. However, just as Mortimer finished speaking, Tiffany snorted coldly and then charged towards the gang leader like a gust of wind.

"Clang!"

Immediately, a metallic collision sound rang out. The short sword in her right hand struck straight against the iron shield in the gang leader's left hand. The gang leader reacted extremely quickly, his hammer in his left hand swiftly cutting towards her chest. Not one to be easily overpowered, Tiffany snorted, then her whole body fell backwards, forming a right angle with the ground, while her legs twisted around. Then, with an extremely swift speed, she stabbed the other short sword in her left hand into the waist of the gang leader.

"Ah!" The gang leader couldn't help but scream in horror, then without any hesitation, he rolled on the ground, dodging her previous attack.

"Whoosh!"

But before he could regain his composure, an arrow from afar shot towards him, accurately embedding itself in his thigh.

"Ah!"

A sharp pain spread, causing him to scream in horror. Then, he looked at Claude with extreme hatred and yelled: "Shameless!"

But Claude didn't care at all; from the beginning, he had aimed carefully, just waiting for such an opportunity to deal with the gang leader, so how could he possibly miss it?

"Whoosh!"

Another arrow was shot, and this time the leader managed to react in time, shielding himself with an iron shield. A clang was heard as the arrow struck the shield. However, he could block Claude's arrow but couldn't dodge Tiffany's subsequent attack. She leaped forward, descending from the air like a real hunting leopard, her dual short swords gleaming like cold light, aiming straight for the leader's neck and abdomen.

The leader was terrified; he could only roll over, using his shield to cover himself.

"Clang!"

Another collision sounded, but before it even ended, a dull thud was heard, as if something had been sliced. This was followed by a series of agonized screams.

"Ah, my leg, my leg! You wench, how dare you injure me?!" The leader screamed in pain.

At that moment, a sharp iron knife had cut deeply into his thigh, leaving a gaping wound that even revealed a hint of white bone. After striking the round shield, Tiffany quickly changed her move, aiming the sword towards the abdomen but instead slashing the thigh. Her movements were both swift and precise, and given the leader's injury, he couldn't evade, inevitably getting hit.

After one strike, Tiffany, still unsatisfied, twisted her wrist for another slash at the leader's other thigh.

"Ah!" This time, the leader only screamed once before, in a fit of rage, he swung his axe towards her.

His move was unexpected and powerful. However, it was slower than Tiffany's conditioned reflexes. She tilted her body and rolled, completely avoiding the swing.

At this moment, Mortimer was not standing idly; he charged forward with his axe, shouting: "Eat this from me, a hit from my axe!"

Mortimer's large figure charged like a tempest, sweeping his axe, producing a loud "boom." The leader's body, like a soft pillow, was swept away dozens of feet. Had his strength not been sufficient, Mortimer's hit could have killed him.

"You... you... just you wait..." In his disjointed shout, the leader was terrified, trying to drag his injured body to escape.

Seeing this, Tiffany was about to pursue, but Mortimer came over and stopped her: "Let it go, no need to chase!"

Seeing Mortimer shake his head, she snorted and decisively turned to leave, not sparing a glance at the groaning mob on the ground. Watching the siblings' figures receding, Claude didn't say much and continued to follow: "Hey, wait for me!"

"Brother-in-law, your performance just now wasn't bad at all!" Mortimer turned around, thumping Claude's chest a few times, then laughed loudly.

"Hehe, just average, just average!" Claude laughed, scratching his head.

When Claude's gaze returned to Tiffany, he saw her glare back, then she ignored him completely, quietly walking ahead with increasingly quick steps, causing Claude's smile to stiffen.

"Let's go, let's head home!" Mortimer glanced at them both, then patted Claude's shoulder and ran off.

After more than ten minutes, Claude was led by the Mortimer brothers to a small hill, topped with a wooden house nestled under a tree so large it would take dozens of people to embrace. Behind the hill, a towering cliff rose thousands of feet high, with occasional sounds of water flowing below.

"How about it, feeling scared yet?" At this moment, Tiffany slightly turned her head, looked at Claude's bewildered face, and mockingly spat out a sentence.

"Ah, who's scared? Scared of what?" Claude, who had been observing the surroundings, was startled by her comment.

"Ha ha ha, brother-in-law, don't be scared, my sister is just teasing you! This is our home, a relatively secluded place, and it was rumored to be a haunted area before, so no one dared to come close. But with me here, even if ghosts appear, they will be chased away! So rest assured and spend the night here!" After saying this, Mortimer went ahead, pushed the door open, and entered the house.

While Tiffany was about to mock Claude with a few more words, the system's voice suddenly rang in Claude's head.

"Ding, congratulations to the master for completing the mission, receiving 500 experience points, and Tiffany's friendliness increasing by 70 points!"

"Ding, as Tiffany's friendliness surpasses 50 points, the system awards the master 100 prestige points!"

"Ding, congratulations to the master for leveling up, the current level is 11!"

"Ding, system upgrade!"

"Ding, item shop opened!"

"Ding, prestige shop opened!"

"Ding, storage space doubled!"

A series of system notifications left Claude somewhat stunned. He immediately opened his personal attribute interface.

Character Name: Claude

Level: 11

Profession: Intermediate Hunter

Experience: 0/1000

Physique: 20

Strength: 20

Defense: 20

Agility: 20

Intelligence: 20

Weapon: White Silver Bow (Basic)

Skills: Heartfelt Bow (Advanced), Celestial Perception (Divine Skill)

Energy: 100/100

Equipment: None

Mount: Rabbit King (Level 21)