The fox demon is extremely fast, can fight and walk, and naturally occupies an invincible position.

Although the vault of the cabin has a wide field of vision, which allows him to discover the fox demon in advance, it is too narrow, restricting his movements, limiting his changes, making him change from life to death, and can only passively accept attacks.

If it goes on like this, it's just a chronic death. Now, it's no longer a question of whether you can leave the fox demon behind, but how to save your life. Thinking to himself, he jumped onto the deck, and as soon as he bent over, he got into the cabin.

In the cabin, six dried corpses were stacked on top of each other, looking extremely terrifying.

Devil Cry kicks the corpse away, leaving a flat area of ground, and then stands in place, defensively.

At this time, he couldn't see the fox demon, and the fox demon couldn't see him. The two sides did not see each other, and the illusion was greatly reduced.

If the fox demon really came to attack, it would only come in through two windows and two doorways, or break the walls.

But either way, she will be the first to be exposed and give the ghost a chance to cry.

And once she enters the cabin and is closed all around, her strange and changeable body style has been restricted, so that the odds of winning will increase again.

Come on!

Guigu's long and narrow eyes flashed with cold light, his body sank, and he held the knife in both hands, silently gathering strength, ready to strike a thunderous blow at any time.

The sound of singing came from outside. (Because I'm afraid of 404, I won't write out the specifics)

Ghost Cry listened carefully and felt something familiar. When I thought about it, I suddenly remembered. Isn't this song the one that those kiln sisters often sing.

The singing voice is seductive, with a delicate breath, and it is not serious when you hear it.

And the surrounding scene also changed.

The corpse lying on the ground gradually became a beauty, wearing tulle, half-hidden and half-exposed, a few scars just right, under the curved willow eyebrows, with tears in her eyes, a look of pity for me.

The bell rang suddenly, and the sound was urgent.

The ghost cries and wakes up, the window behind it bursts, and a fiery red figure shoots in.

Ghost Cry immediately made a decision, pounced to the right, and one rolled to the door.

The fox demon did not stop, but shot out through another window.

The cold wind poured in, whining.

Ghost Cry slowly stood up, a sting pain in his back.

The injury was not serious, it was just a broken skin, and the foreign demonic energy on it was quickly suppressed by Ghost Cry.

He took a breath of cool air, felt the strangeness of the wound, and his face suddenly darkened.

His injuries are not simple. The demonic spirit of the fox demon is not aggressive, but it is also quite difficult. They linger near the wound, lingering.

The fox demon, on the other hand, uses his singing voice to distract the ghost cry, and then moves the demonic energy from his wound to bring him into an illusion.

If it weren't for the bell to call the police, I'm afraid I would have been taken out of my heart with a claw.

The singing stopped, replaced by the gasp of the fox demon.

She used the demonic aura left at the wound of Ghost Cry to transmit the sound directly to Ghost Cry's ears. Up and down, front and back, left and right.

Suddenly, Ghost Cry felt that there was a blood-boiling gasp sound up and down, left and right.

Damn it!

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and Ghost Cry tried to discern the direction of the sound, but to no avail.

When the sound appeared on the left, suddenly the top of the head exploded, splinters of wood fell, and a sharp claw fell from the sky.

Flying Immortal Step!

Devil Cry seemed to glide rapidly on the ground, and in an instant it was one step away.

With a flick of his wrist, the long knife flicked upward.

Then, I felt that something hard had been chopped, and the tiger's mouth was shocked, and the blade of the knife trembled violently, making a "ding" sound, and the sparks of the knife edge bloomed.

And the fox demon, with his other hand, grabbed the door of the ghost cry like lightning.

The ghost cried over an iron bridge, and his claws swept past the door in front of him, and his hat was scraped off by his claws.

The claw slammed in mid-air, and then swerved and grabbed downward.

The clothes on his chest were clawed into pieces, the money bag hidden here was split open with a claw, and the broken silver and copper coins fell to the ground, and there was a chaotic sound of "ding ding dong", and the broken silver and copper coins rolled all over the ground.

Seeing that the sharp nails were about to cut open the chest, at this moment, Ghost Cry raised a foot and kicked the fox demon, and he fell heavily to the ground.

The boat shook violently, and the fox demon followed Devil Cry's foot back the same way and disappeared into Devil Cry's vision.

Suddenly appeared, and then suddenly disappeared.

If it weren't for the four fresh scars on his chest, I'm afraid Ghost Cry would have mistakenly thought that this was just an illusion.

The moonlight fell, and the goblin rolled over, avoiding the moonlight obliquely shining from the hole above his head, and disappeared into the darkness.

Now, Oni Weep is covered in blood and scarred, and although each wound is not serious, it is indeed a big burden to accumulate it.

And he fought for so long, and his only gain was to kick the fox demon. In a hurry, that kick was not heavy, and it would only make the fox demon feel pain for a while.

It's really not a way to fight like this!

And for all this, for a while, Ghost Cry was helpless.

He wasn't fast enough to catch up with the fox demon at all, and from the beginning, the initiative was always in the hands of the fox demon.

The wheezing sound, still going on, and getting more and more rapid, seemed to have reached a climax, upsetting Oni Cry.

He turned his gaze to the corpse on the ground and licked his lips.

There is still some blood left in these corpses.

If you suck their blood, your own wounds ......

The ghost twitched twice with tears in his eyes, gasped for breath, and stopped looking at the corpses.

Is that all?

Ghost Cry was a little unwilling in his heart, and suddenly, he seemed to hear a rooster crow. The voice was far, far away, but he did hear it!

The rooster crow woke him up.

A light suddenly appeared in his heart, and all the disturbances were expelled from his body.

The curtain of the door was suddenly blown up by the wind, and the moment of the fox demon appeared in front of him.

There is no illusion effect, the ghost cryes in response, that is called a fast. Turning, moving, a claw flashed with ease.

That light was called the Dawn Divine Light! It poured out of its body, down its palm, and down to the blade.

Airplanes!

With a soft groan, the blade slashed at the other claw.

Bite!

Knife edge, sparks dazzling.

Long nails, severed with a single knife.

The fox demon retracted her hand like lightning, and in an instant, she disappeared in front of the ghost cry, leaving only a faint red afterimage and a few drops of crimson blood.

At the door of the cabin, the curtain was blown high by the wind, and then slowly fell.

The soul-stirring wheezing sound also disappeared in my ears.

The world is finally quiet.

After a long time, a ray of morning light fell on the earth, the river was sparkling, and the bare willow branches swayed in the wind.

After confirming that the fox demon had left, Oni Cry sat on the ground, listening to the sound of the water and wind outside, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Today, it was a fluke to save his life.

After a short break, Ghost Cry picked up the somewhat damaged hat, patted off the dust on it, put it on his head again, and found the coins that had fallen from the fight, well, not only less, but more.

I have to say that the boss of these six unlucky guys has a lot of money on him. Among them, two ingots of five taels directly dispelled the depression of ghost crying.

Carrying a knife, he opened the curtain and walked out of the cabin.

I don't know when, the sky was blank, not very transparent, and it was already raining outside.

A light raindrop fell on the surface of the river, and the cold sunlight reflected by countless ripples was shining.

Ghost Cry found the bamboo pole, supported the boat to the shore, then jumped to the shore, tied the rope on the boat to a tree, and then, after a circle in the woods, found his own scabbard and cloth bag, and then carried the knife Shi Ran and left with his feet.

He walked fast because—he was hungry.