At night, around a campfire.

The ghost cried and listened to the babbling stream, listened to the insects and frogs in the distance, listened to the rustle of the leaves in the wind, sat cross-legged, and felt peaceful in his heart.

The long knife was on the side, its scabbard digging deep into the dirt. The big black horse yawned, and every now and then the big mouth threw a piece of dry wood into the campfire.

Unlike them, the old demon of Montenegro was in a cave and sat in the chair of the owner of this cave. The owner of this cave, at the bottom, huddled with a group of youkai.

"King Bear is dead. The old demon of Montenegro spoke.

Suddenly, there was a commotion from a group of monsters below. Some are frightened and inexplicable, some are gloating, some are curious and inquiring, and their postures are different......

The old demon of Montenegro continued: "It was killed by a man called Ghost Cry. ”

Suddenly, the uproar became louder. Ghost cry, this person is familiar to them, they haven't found it for a long time, but they didn't expect to suddenly appear and kill King Bear.

"Ghost Cry not only killed King Xiong, but also killed Daoist Yu'an. ”

As soon as these words came out, a group of monsters quieted down, all with incredible expressions.

"This ghost crying has already attracted the attention of Wuzhuang Guan. As he spoke, the old demon of Montenegro pointed with his hand: "So, the people of Yuquan Dao came to Montenegro to take charge of this matter." ”

The eyes of the demons looked at the Yuquan Daoist on the side, and the Yuquan Daoist smiled and bowed.

Speaking of this, the old demon of Montenegro looked at the demons with a little deep meaning, and some of the demons were already moved. If you can make merit in this matter, then does it mean that you will also get the attention of Wuzhuang Guan, if you do it well, then it is likely to be like the former bear king, and get a lot of benefits.

However, there are still some monsters who continue to salt, they don't care if they can get the attention of Wuzhuang Guan, they care about more recent interests.

The old demon of Montenegro clapped his hands, and several wolf demons walked in with a bewitching woman. The demons got out of the way, and the woman was thrown to the ground, her eyes were watery, and she looked around pitifully, trembling slightly, and she looked pitiful, so that several of the lustful people among the demons couldn't help but move their index fingers.

"Presumably some of you already recognize her, yes, she is Jinxiu, the concubine of King Xiong. ”

This woman is not just a concubine, she is also the intelligence leader of King Xiong's side, the leader of a group of rat spirits.

The old demon of Montenegro smiled gently: "Jinxiu, tell me why King Bear died in the hands of Ghost Cry." ”

Jinxiu said with a slight trill: "The king caught a thousand-year-old ginseng not long ago and handed it to the Taoist of Yu'an, and wanted to ask the Taoist to dedicate this to the great immortal, it is difficult to know, the Taoist of Yu'an was killed by the ghost cry, and the thousand-year-old ginseng fell into the hands of the ghost cry, and the king found the ghost cry and wanted to take it back, where ...... Where to know...... but he died at the hands of the devil crying......"

Speaking of this, Jinxiu couldn't cry.

The old demon of Montenegro looked dead, and several wolf demons dragged Jinxiu down.

"Did you hear me clearly?" asked the old demon of Montenegro.

No youkai answered, but the rapid breathing and the sound of a pounding heartbeat told him that the group was starting to sit still.

The old demon of Montenegro slapped his chair and stood up: "Whoever brings back the head and ginseng fruit of the ghost cry, and half of the family property of the Bear King will belong to him who participates in the thousand-year-old people." ”

Suddenly, the roar of the mountain and the tsunami exploded in the cave, and the Yuquan Daoist raised his hands, blocked his ears with his fingers with a smile, and looked at the old demon of Black Mountain with an expressionless face.

secretly said in his heart: This old demon of Montenegro is really cautious.

In fact, at dusk, the old demon of Montenegro caught up with Ghost Cry, but he just glanced at it from a distance, and no longer approached, but turned around to gather these monsters.

His idea couldn't be clearer than that of the Yuquan Daoist.

It's nothing more than taking the lives of these monsters to consume that ghost crying, and in the end, the fisherman profits, so that he can be nine out of ten.

After all, that's a thousand-year-old ginseng!

Thinking of this, the smile of the Yuquan Daoist became brighter and brighter, thousand-year-old ginseng, who doesn't want it?

Where can he let go of the old demon of the Black Mountain, and where can he let go of the Yuquan Dao people easily.

When the time comes, it is uncertain who will fall into the hands of this thousand-year-old ginseng.

......

In the first half of the night, everything was so peaceful. In the second half of the night, the insects and frogs in the distance quietly stopped, and the owls crouching in the trees also flapped their wings and disappeared into the darkness.

The yellow leaves were trampled to pieces, and a wolf howl came from afar.

In the second half of the night, the wind seemed to be a little stronger, the trees rustled, and the leaves fell from the branches and flew in the air.

A dark shadow slipped silently overhead, and something quietly entered the water upstream.

Around the campfire, the ghost cried against a tree, his head covered by a hat. The big black horse lay on the ground, and the sound spread far and wide.

A hand, stretched out from the stream, groped cautiously on the shore, and reached little by little towards the long knife standing upright beside Devil Cry.

Gradually, the water spirit, whose head was full of withered hair and shaped like weeds, came out of the water wet and blew in the direction of the campfire.

The flames flickered, then extinguished, and darkness plunged all around.

The water ghost lay on the ground and moved forward a little more. On the pebbled shore, it moves silently and slowly.

Eventually, he got a little closer to the long knife.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the scabbard of the long knife, the bell on the handle of the knife suddenly shook and made a crisp ringing sound.

Jingle Bell ......

The water ghost's heart tightened, and he quickly grabbed the long knife, but one hand grasped the handle of the knife before him.

Brush!

The long knife was unsheathed, and before the water ghost could react, the sudden blooming knife light disappeared into the night sky, and with a "click", the blade was already engulfed by the scabbard again.

With a "plop", the water ghost fell to the shore, and its head was thrown out, gurgling and rolling.

Devil Cry let go of his hand and put the fallen hat back on his head, and the sound of even breathing, which was slightly heavy, sounded again.

On the other side of the stream, a monkey demon took in all this, and his face became solemn.

He touched the knife hanging from his waist, and the solemnity on his face finally turned to depression, and quietly stepped back.

He had already overestimated Devil Cry's sword technique as much as possible, but after seeing it with his own eyes, he suddenly realized that if he faced such a sword technique, he was afraid that he would not be a one-in-one enemy.

That kind of knife, using such a fast knife drawing technique, is only seen in my life.

The monkey demon's mind was gloomy and his will wavered.

Before the hundred-year road, he relied on God to walk the world. Until he met a knifeman, a knifeman who was no more than 30 years old, and almost killed him, and the knife mark has remained on his face to this day.

Since then, he has been learning knives.

It took 300 years to learn, and 300 years of time made his sword skills reach the pinnacle, especially the knife drawing technique, which can accurately cut off the wings of a fly and fiercely pierce a pair of armor made of stainless steel.

He thought that this was the limit of the knife technique, but now that he saw the knife technique of the ghost cry, his trembling hands did not dare to touch his knife again.

Invincible, invincible, invincible......

The three words kept echoing in his mind, and he quietly retreated, and when he was a hundred steps away from Ghost Cry, he breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly realized that his hands and siblings had softened.