In the room, there was a corpse on the table, with hands and feet hanging down, with an unwilling face, and its neck seemed to have been broken off and hung on the edge of the table.

Blood, drop by drop, has formed a large pool of blood on the ground.

This person is Li Daniu, he did not escape Zhang Dalang's poisonous hands after all. And Zhang Dalang is lying on Li Daniu's body at the moment, feasting.

Hearing the voice, Zhang Dalang jumped up suddenly.

The next moment, he saw the door shatter, turning into countless pieces of wood and sawdust. In the midst of the broken wood and sawdust, a snow-white light bloomed in an instant, occupying his entire field of vision.

In the bright white light, he seemed to see the mountains of battlefields, and saw the countless swarming ghosts above. The rapid ringing turned into a terrible ghost's wail, and his eardrums vibrated and he suddenly became deaf.

Before the knife arrived, Zhang Dalang was already bleeding and suffering heavy losses.

The table and the corpse on it were cut in half with a knife, and the knife was not able to kill, and it shot directly at Zhang Dawolf.

With a "buzz", Zhang Dalang's body stiffened and his brain went blank.

However, although his head is stunned now, his tempered body has reacted.

The hands turned into an afterimage, and the four knives were pulled out almost at the same time, and almost at the same time, they swiped on the tongue that was more than a foot long, and shot straight out towards the white light in front of them.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled out two more handfuls and crossed them in front of him.

Bite!

The three knives are staggered, and a spark is sparked at the edge of the two staggered sharp knives.

A long knife with the blade pointing upwards and the back of the knife sliding over the edges of two staggered sharp knives. The curved blade swept an arc and sank into Zhang Dalang's chest.

The blood flower bloomed behind it, and the blood-stained tip of the knife peeked through the blood flower.

The fierce demonic qi was attached to the body of the knife, and the moment it was poured into the body, it burst out, as if countless steel needles shot out along the force.

Suddenly, Zhang Dalang's body was full of holes.

In the hurried bell, the two retreated and advanced.

A sharp knife was stuck in the ground, two sharp knives were stuck in the table that was neatly cut and still rolling in the air, and a sharp knife shot out of the door.

The four sword lights were still left in the air, and they were the tracks of the four sharp knives flying.

A residual knife light penetrated the hat, and the small half-cut brim fell off the hat, and the incision was smooth and flat, without a single point of smoothness, and it rolled in mid-air and was thrown to the back.

A residual knife light cut through the calf, and a string of blood beads flew out and rolled down in the gap between the sliced trouser legs on the leg, and smashed to the ground, shattering the bones, leaving traces, forming a straight line.

Under the brim of the hat, the eyes that were as narrow as knives flashed coldly, and the hands holding the handle of the knife moved slightly.

Suddenly, his right leg was numb, as if he had been pressed to death on the ground by a huge force, and he couldn't lift it for a while. At the same time, he hallucinates and the world goes dark, and he can only see countless corpses hanging from the beams of the house drying there.

Venom and hallucinations, the ghost crying body suddenly slammed.

Zhang Dalang let out a terrible scream, got out of the knife, and shot out of the window. The already somewhat broken window was brutally smashed open, and the entire window was torn out of the window frame, and the wind and rain poured in.

The bell stopped abruptly, and there was a series of loud noises behind it, and the tables and corpses that were neatly cut into two pieces smashed to the ground, and the plates and bowls on them shattered to the ground.

The wind and rain "crackled" on the body, and was bounced away by the hat and the coat. Devil Cry's arm was covered with fine scars from sharp shards of wood, and there were still some sharp wooden thorns left on it.

He looked out the window, watching Zhang Dalang's back disappearing into the rain, and after a while, he limped to find a place to sit down, pulled out the wooden thorns on his hands little by little, and then treated the wound on his calf.

After doing everything, waiting until his legs were no longer numb, he got up and went to the back door, he pressed the broken hat on his head, then pushed the door and disappeared into the heavy rain.

The sky was getting darker and darker.

In the midst of the screams, a grass hut was blown down by the wind, and the family fled from the house in disarray, the children cried, the adults were sluggish, and the neighbors opened the door and beckoned them in.

In the woods, the birds stayed in their nests with their necks shrunk, their feathers soaked by the rain, and their eyes looked out blankly.

By the West Lake, the officers and soldiers led the people to work hard to strengthen the embankment, and downstream, it was the city of Hangzhou, once it was lost, the city of Hangzhou would be unimaginable.

They let out a roar, but they didn't get far before they were covered in the rain.

With a scream, a man was swept away by the turbulence.

Just as he was desperate, a Qianqianyu hand grabbed him by the shoulder. The man was thrown out and smashed to the shore with screams.

"White lady, white lady......"

Whether it was the people or the officers and soldiers, they kowtowed one after another, and on the rough lake, a woman in white quietly appeared.

In a trance, she disappeared again, replaced by a huge white snake.

This white snake is so big that it can completely swallow two big horses as long as it opens its bloody mouth. She stirred the wind and rain in the lake, and her soaring body reached into the sky.

Suddenly, the lakeside embankment was much more relaxed.

In the sky, thunder surged.

A thunderbolt fell from the sky, splitting the darkness and illuminating the earth with a brief burst of white light.

In the dazzling white light, Zhang Dalang looked crazy, covered in mud, he rolled and crawled, and fled frantically.

With every few steps, he spat out large mouthfuls of blood, which were mixed with fragments of his internal organs.

If this continues, it won't be long before even his strong body will die.

He didn't die immediately, thanks to his demonic aura that anesthetized the demonic aura of the ghost cry in a short period of time, and even so, it only delayed his death.

He rushed into a thatched hut, and inside the house, there was only a lonely old man with a curly body, and he was lying on the bed, and his body was already cold.

He died easily, died in his sleep, because he had no family, and he had only been dead for a day, and in such weather, his neighbors did not find it, but he was discovered by Zhang Dalang, who was naturally sensitive to corpses.

He easily broke into the house, dragged the old man's body to the ground, and feasted on it. Then, the wounds on his body healed rapidly.

Seeing that his injuries were about to heal, he suddenly heard a sound, which was a crisp bell, so clear even in the pouring rain.

The ghost cry came with the bloodstains, and the blood was quickly diluted by the rain, but the ghost cry still found it.

He didn't know where Zhang Dalang was, but when Zhang Dalang heard the bell, he knew Zhang Dalang's approximate location.

Another flash of white light flashed, and the white light shot into the window, and the room was bright, and Zhang Dalang's miserable white face was extremely clear.

And Zhang Dalang also looked through the window and saw out of the window, the figure wearing a hat and carrying a long knife was unswervingly approaching this side.

Amid the rumbling thunder, darkness returned to the room.

The ghost cried in, and Zhang Dalang had disappeared while it was dark, leaving only the broken corpse lying there on the ground, and in this darkness, only a general outline could be seen.

It was so dark in the house that Ghost Cry had to walk cautiously for fear of tripping over something.

A black shadow fell from the sky, and with a "bell", in the splashing sparks, the figures of Ghost Cry and Zhang Dalang flashed.

The long knife held the two sharp knives, and a black light cut into Zhang Dalang's chest from the bottom up.

Zhang Dalang's chest was splashing with blood, and he jumped to the window with a backflip.

Ghost Cry lowered his head, and the hat blocked the blood beads, and at the same time, he instantly withdrew the short knife, and then a flying knife was hidden in the palm of his hand.

Zhang Dalang jumped out of the window, and the flying knife chased after him.

With a muffled snort, Zhang Dalang disappeared outside the window, and Ghost Cry dragged the knife and quickly chased him out.

Zhang Dalang is on the run, and the ghost is crying and chasing. The dark clouds rumbling overhead obscured the sun, the earth was dark, and the heavy rain curtain blocked the sight of the two, so that neither of them could see the other, but they both knew where the other was.

Zhang Dalang fled frantically, his chest and back, bleeding nonstop, but the blood had just flowed out, and it was washed away by the rain, and the exposed wounds were washed white by the rain.

He fell to the ground, and he didn't even bother to get up, so he used his hands and feet together, and fled frantically forward.

In my ears, there was not only the rumbling thunder from afar, but also the sound of rushing rain and the crisp bell like maggots attached to the bones.

Jingle bells!

Jingle bells!

......

It didn't stop for a moment, like a whip that kept whipping him, so that he didn't dare to stop for a moment.