Whoa, whoa, whoa......

The rain grew heavier, mingled with rumbling thunder, and white light pierced through the darkness of the night.

On the streets, the two sides face each other.

There are more than 30 people on one side, but there are only two people on the other.

The blood-colored dragon tattoo began to glow red. The raindrops fell on Lao Jia's body, squeaked, and finally turned into green smoke.

The wind swept by, and the torrential rain slanted.

Bursts of red light flickered, shining on the faces of both sides, and the faces of both sides changed drastically.

"Lao Jia, what are you doing here, don't you want to die?" The fake monk grabbed Lao Jia, but he was burned and retracted his hand like an electric shock.

Lao Jia gasped: "Monk, Brother Ghost Cry saved my life, I took my life to pay him back, you take care of Xiaoyu." ”

Seeing this scene, Xiao King Kong took a step back violently, and stuck his backhand on the statue, "click", and sank into it deeply, Lao Jia and the fake monk were shocked at the same time.

The thunder struck the earth, and the heavens and the earth turned white in an instant, and this time it was very clear, and the knife entered from the chest and came out from the back, and the position was the heart.

Their purpose is not a big dark horse, but a ghost crying. From the very beginning, they came to kill ghosts and cry.

"You are looking for death!" The red light on Lao Jia's body became more and more brilliant, and the fake monk suddenly shouted: "Lao Jia, wait, you look carefully." ”

The statue began to crack, spreading upwards, through its chest, neck, and through its skull. Inside the crack, it was pitch black, but it was an empty shell.

Seeing this scene, Lao Jia and the fake monk were overjoyed, and Xiao King Kong and his brothers began to be shocked: "It's not inside, what about people?"

From the beginning, Devil May Cry was not in the statue.

He not only escaped by taking advantage of life and death, but also avoided everyone's sight, ran all the way outside, and met the big black horse.

At this time, he was in heaven and saw everything below very clearly.

"Bao'er, I found you, cough cough ......" The ghost cried on the back of the big black horse, coughing again and again, but the knife in his hand was held very tightly and steadily.

"Let's go down!"

The raindrops, which the hooves of the big black horse constantly trampled, in such a way, hovered in the sky that those people could not find it anyway.

Because, they didn't even look at the sky. With just one look, it is likely that you will be able to spot the outlier of the big dark horse. After all, above the sky, the four hooves of the big black horse are shining, the light is not dazzling, it looks dim in the rain curtain, and it becomes looming at a distance, but compared with a dark environment, it is still very easy to find.

Silently, the big black horse swooped down.

"Heavenly. In the stomach, Bao'er screamed, reminding little King Kong, who raised his head and saw a big black horse galloping from the sky.

"It's still like this!" Donkey Kong's pupils shrank sharply, and his broad hand grasped the hilt of the scimitar.

Choke!

In the night, two sword lights staggered, and sparks flew.

The long knife in Ghost Cry's hand swung high, he was weak at the moment, and it was not easy to hold the knife tightly.

The big black horse crashed into several people, opened a path in the rain, and galloped away.

Little King Kong stood in place, a thin line appeared on his neck, and blood seeped through. A thin wound that runs through a small half of the neck.

Bang!

The wound exploded, spurting a mist of blood.

Little King Kong tore his neck, his head slammed to the side, and then collapsed with a bang.

The gap between him and Ghost Cry is just over two feet, and the distance of more than two feet determines the victory or defeat of the two.

Knives, it's short!

Little King Kong's eyes gradually lost their lustre, the cold rain slapped on his body, and the stagnant water on the ground washed his cold body.

He shouldn't have used this demon knife.

Because, before, Devil Cry had already fought with this demon knife.

Even if he is weak at the moment, there is still a big dark horse to help. The big black horse rushed together, and Devil Cry only needed to flatten the blade and adjust the direction. Even if you don't wield a knife, the power is not much worse.

With the help of the big dark horse, coupled with his own knife skills, experience in fighting with his life, and the degree of understanding of his opponent, he won this game.

After running for more than 30 steps, the big black horse stopped. In the sound of the ghost crying and coughing, he turned his head.

The white light shot from the thunder was exhausted in the rolling thunder, and the heavens and the earth fell into darkness again.

And at this moment, Xiao Kong's abdomen bulged high, and a pair of hands tore his stomach, Bao'er crawled out covered in blood, grabbed the scimitar, and was about to slip away.

Rumble!

With a thunderclap, the heavens and the earth trembled, and the dazzling white light hit Bao'er's body, and the loud bang made him open his mouth wide, and his seven orifices spurted blood, and his steps staggered back.

A huge black shadow crept in like death. The crescent-like white light, like the scythe of death, passed through Bao'er's neck.

The skull swirled, a white smoke sprayed out, the wound was full of scorch marks, and the smell of flesh came out.

Everything is over, less than a year old Bao'er came to this world in such a hurry, and left this world in such a hurry.

Rest in peace, the wraiths that have hovered in the sky for so long and will not leave.

The resentment dissipates and the merit rises.

After the ghost cried and coughed up a mouthful of blood, he suddenly felt much better, although he was still weak, at least he didn't cough anymore.

He lay on his horse, his mouth wrapped tightly around him, helping him to secure him on the horse. The big black horse galloped away with him and disappeared from everyone's sight.

With Bao'er's death, with the departure of the ghost cry.

It's all over.

Naturally, there are still people who are unwilling, chasing the figure of Ghost Cry, chasing out four or five miles in one go, and then, they lost the trace of Ghost Cry.

There were no horseshoe prints on the ground, and the heavy rain washed away the smell so that they could not track it.

That night, no one knew where the ghost cried went.

Until the next day, the rain had long since stopped, the boats left the dock, and the ghost cry was no longer there.

Suddenly, someone reacted.

Ghost Cry, on the ship, on the Tenpo. He has been in the cabin since last night.

People with a heart are helpless, they can't force the Tianbao number!

......

Master Nan Ke was in a very bad mood, although the matter had been resolved, but after all, it was he who created the sin, which caused so many innocent deaths, so that he couldn't let go for a long time.

So, he went out for a walk, but not long after he arrived in the county town, he became confused and in an even worse mood.

"Master Nanke, I heard that you were in bed yesterday?"

"Master Nanke, your body is still so good, you can still sleep so soundly at this age, I can't do it, I can't sleep at a lot of age. ”

"Master Nanke, did you lie in bed yesterday, and you have to take care of it, I feel distressed when I look at it, why don't you give me my heart as a son!"

Master Nan Ke touched his head and wondered, why did he lie in bed?

Master Nan Ke left the county seat in embarrassment, and went up the mountain with full doubts, he decided to chat with old friends, play chess, and eliminate the depression in his heart.