In Dongsheng Shenzhou, which is full of demons, there is a small village called Liujia Village. It is said that 3,000 years ago, the Yellow Emperor led a large army to fight here and expand his territory here.

Until one day, for some reason, the Yellow Emperor left, the army dispersed, and some of the warriors who fought here stayed, and some left by boat. And the people in the village are the descendants of those warriors who remained.

However, 3,000 years is too long for everything to be obscured forever.

The descendants of the warriors at the beginning are now just ordinary people struggling in this demon-ridden Dongsheng Shenzhou, they don't have the courage of their ancestors, let alone that spirit, they just have numbness.

There are too many such villages in Dongsheng Shenzhou.

And in this ordinary village, there is an amazing child, who is a treasure given by God to this village, intelligent, clever, and healthy. What's more, he was born with auspicious signs.

It was a continuous rain, and the crops were about to be washed away, but with the first cry of his birth, the rain magically stopped. With his laughter, the sky bloomed with colorful brilliance, and a small curved bridge was erected. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the red cloud was the same as the flush on his face.

This kind of weather is very impermanent, but it is normal in Dongsheng Shenzhou, but even so, it can't hide the unusualness of this baby.

The villagers were so excited that they snatched him away from his parents, named him Liu Dabao, and raised him to the age of one and offered him to the immortals who blessed them on the mountain.

Although legend has it that the immortals on the mountain were delicious babies, they sacrificed this amazing baby in an attempt to get a little more protection.

In the next 16 years, Liujia Village has been in good weather, the villagers have become richer and richer, and the population has increased. In just 16 years, the number of households has changed from 50 to 200. Liu Dabao's parents were also grateful to the villagers and received a lot of convenience. So in the second year, she became pregnant again, and at the same time forgot the original pain.

People always have to look forward.

Sixteen years later, a Taoist boy came down from the mountain.

He has an ordinary face, but his eyes are clear, and people can't help but trust him very much. He begged for water in the village and went back to the mountains.

Then, something strange happened.

The women in the village are pregnant one after another.

If it was before, the sky would have fallen, and pregnancy was not a trivial matter. But now that the villagers are rich, everyone is happy. It wasn't until five months later that a woman suddenly had a miscarriage.

One corpse, two lives......

In the village, a haze gradually rose.

Then, in addition to miscarriage, miscarriage or miscarriage.

One child after another, no matter how hard they try, whether it is an adult or a child, they can't keep it.

Not only that, but other people also developed strange diseases. vomiting and diarrhea, weakness, and rapid aging.

Nine months later, the Taoist boy came down from the mountain again.

This once wealthy village is now dead silent, a cursed place that everyone fears.

He walked into the bone-strewn village and listened. Then he heard a cry.

A baby growing on a weird dead tree. The branches of the tree drooped like the roots of a tree. One end is connected to the trunk of the tree, and the other end is connected to the navel of that weird baby.

This baby doesn't look like a human at all. It's only the size of an adult's two fists, and on the outside, the texture is more like a pear, only a little smoother.

Dao Tong smiled gently, and his eyes fell on the countless corpses and bones under this strange dead tree, piled up here, and an old face appeared on the trunk.

She's not dead yet, but it's not far off. Her cloudy eyes looked at this Dao boy, full of hatred.

Dao Tong walked over and gently wiped the saliva from the corners of her mouth. Calling softly: "Mother, don't hate me." ”

Hatred turned into doubt, she was trying to think, and Dao Tong's smile was even gentler: "Mother, I'm Dabao!"

Thoughts were replaced by shock, and then relief. She closed her eyes, and two tears slipped down.

Daotong picked the baby like picking fruit, and thoughtfully hugged it in his arms: "Mother, you go well, I will take care of my sister." ”

Cry after cry, louder and louder. Countless crows stood on the branches, quacking and croaking. The wind swept up the dead leaves and slapped on the Dao Tong, who raised his arm and protected the baby tightly, and his eyes became more and more gentle.

-- Wake up --

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

In a series of coughing sounds, the ghost cried and covered his head, endured the severe pain, and sat up against the wall with difficulty. His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and he had a hard shell layer upon layer. The previously strong body has become so weak that it is so laborious to even lift an arm.

Looking down at his chest, the injury was serious, but it didn't make the ghost cry so embarrassed. This sword wound that pierced through the chest was just an introduction. What really overwhelmed him was that after being injured again and again, the dark wounds left behind exploded at the same time.

Originally, practicing "Ten Years of Sharpening a Sword" could erase these dark wounds little by little. But the time for Ghost Cry to practice "Ten Years of Sharpening a Sword" is too short, and this time the luck is too bad, just ......

"It's called ...... Doom?" the ghost cried and rejoiced in his heart.

The sudden burst of dark wounds caused him to fall to the side of the road. Luckily, there is a big mouth. It dragged the ghost cry and dragged it to the abandoned hut in the middle of the mountains.

Weak, unprecedentedly weak.

Ghost Cry's limbs trembled, and he tried to get up, but he fell to the ground.

With a wry smile, the ghost cried and shook his head helplessly.

Looking around, strong light came in through the gap, and the smoke and dust raised made the light trajectory exceptionally fresh.

The frightened iron armor has been taken off, and the flying knives, short knives, and long knives are all set aside. I didn't see the big mouth, so I should have gone out.

Ghost Cry was wearing only a single coat, and he felt as if something was in his arms, and his trembling hands uncovered his clothes, withered some ginseng fruits, and lay there quietly.

Scene after scene, echoing in the mind of the ghost cry. The corners of his mouth flashed with a smile: "It turns out that dream is your memory! Liu Xiaobao is really a cute name." ”

The door was gently pushed open. What appeared in front of Ghost Cry was not a big mouth, but a lonely mountain spirit.

He was thin and old, with only a stone knife in his hand as a weapon. Judging by his appearance, it is likely that he was kicked out of the group by other mountain spirits.

This kind of goods, even the thinnest children in Yangjia Village can't beat it. However, now it has become the enemy of Devil Cry.

He observed Ghost Cry, and cautiously walked over little by little, then picked up the stone from the ground and threw it at Ghost Cry.

The ghost cried and closed his eyes, at this time, he couldn't use the slightest strength, the demon energy in his body was like dead, and he wanted to mobilize the entrenched evil thoughts, which caused a burst of irresistible pain.

The old and thin mountain spirit opened his mouth and walked over step by step with the stone knife in his hand......