Iron hooves trampled across the pale earth, and bits of snow flew under the horses' hooves. The dry branches of the trees swayed, and strange sounds were heard from time to time on both sides of the road, and some branches were crushed.

The two wheels followed the four hooves, and the gurgling pressed two long tracks on the ground, and suddenly, one of the wheels touched a raised stone, and the whole carriage was suspended in the air, almost overturned.

A branch broke through the ground and blocked the way, and the black thin horse stopped suddenly. Sitting outside the carriage, the ghost crying with the cold wind pulled the brake hard, and a harsh friction sound came from under the wheels, and the whole carriage suddenly stopped.

Following the inertia, the ghost cried and jumped out of the car, and after walking a few steps, he was already in front of the branch that broke through the ground.

Reaching out and pinching the branch, the ghost cried and shouted into the carriage: "Xiaoqian, girl, there is trouble." ”

The carriage was thrown to the side of the road, and the trio rode through the woods by the roadside, looking at the village across the river.

"According to Little Treasure, there are quirks in the village. ”

As he spoke, Ghost Cry's face changed slightly, and he stretched out his hand and pointed: "Look!"

The two women change color at the same time, a small road, connecting the avenue and the village.

On both sides of the path, at intervals there was a tall tree, with thick branches and a rope hanging from a man's neck.

Every third tree, a person is hanged on it, wearing thin clothes, swaying from side to side in the cold wind, like a road sign, for fear that people will not be able to see it.

"It's so rampant!" the ghost cried angrily.

"Big brother ghost (husband), don't be impulsive. Both hands pressed Devil Cry's shoulders at the same time.

Cai Wei and Nangong glanced at each other, and rarely unified their opinions: "There is fraud in it!"

"I know. White smoke erupted from the nostrils of the ghost crying: "The opponent is waiting for me to come, I think, who is in the village can basically be determined." ”

Those three words, the ghost cry jumped out one by one with gritted teeth: "Qian, noodles, Lang!"

At the entrance of the village, a figure stands.

Ghost Cry has excellent eyesight, runs the "Heart Eye Technique", blesses his eyesight with all his might, and suddenly sees the person at the entrance of the village clearly.

This is a very handsome man, with a handsome face, and his eyebrows are as straight as a sword, slightly sickly. He stood straight, like a flagpole in the snow, wearing a jade crown, a fox coat in brocade, and cloud boots on his feet. With one hand behind his back, he held a brocade handkerchief in the other, put it to his mouth, and coughed vigorously, like a sick man.

Suddenly, his eyes turned to him, as if he had seen a ghost crying, and he lowered his hand that was holding the handkerchief, and his lips squirmed.

At the same time, the ghost's crying lips also squirmed: "I'll wait for you." ”

With that, the corners of his mouth curled, he smiled gently, and turned and walked into the village.

Two samurai in cloaks appeared and closed the gate at the entrance of the village, blocking their view.

Oni Cry's gaze began to roam the village, and soon, several more people were found, either standing on the rooftop, or occasionally revealed, patrolling the village. Some of them were armed with strong bows, while others were armed with sharp swords, long knives and large spears, and they all looked like samurai of extraordinary strength.

The corpses hanging from the tree began to move, and they broke free from the rope that hung themselves from the tree, let out a hoarse howl, and rushed towards the ghost crying for them.

It's all zombies, ragged, thin, and must have been villagers in this village before they died.

There are not many of them, only 12, and it should be that Thousand Faces greeted Oni Cry.

"Why are you in such a hurry to find death? ”

Oni Cry closed his eyes, bent down, took off his shoes, and stepped on the cold snow with the soles of his feet, the movement of the ground was clearly audible in his mind.

He didn't wait for the zombies to come by themselves, but took the initiative to step forward.

Nine steps, he took nine steps, and he had already walked nine feet, crossed the frozen river, and stepped into the snow-covered farmland.

Cai Wei drew her sword and wanted to go up, but was blocked by Nangong: "Let him go." ”

Nangong's eyes flashed with brilliance: "This is a contest between their men, if you interfere, he will not be happy." ”

"But......" Cai Wei gritted her teeth: "I can't just watch it!"

"Then block the other party's back road. Nangong's eyes were cold, like an iceberg, and cold air erupted all around him.

She's angry too!

Cai Wei nodded and exclaimed, "Little treasure." ”

The ground squirmed, and then a dry tree began to shake, and then, like a contagion, it became two, three, four......

Countless trees swayed, shaking the snow overhead, and the rustling sound filled the mountains and fields, drowning out the howling wind.

"The underground has been cordoned off, and the surrounding trees will also be our eyes and ears, plus the strength of Dahei's feet. The corners of Cai Wei's mouth curled: "The other party will know what is called the net of heaven and earth." ”

Brush!

The frosty blade poured out of the scabbard, and the next moment, a black splash of snow.

Broken arms, half of the head, embedded in black and white, the body falls.

"Rest in peace. Devil Cry lowered his eyes, stuck his long scabbard at his waist, looked at the remaining eleven zombies, and began to retreat.

The zombies rushed fast, and the ghosts cried back leisurely. Then, solemnly waving the blade in his hand.

With each stab, a corpse fell to the ground.

Eleven steps back, eleven corpses fell to the ground, forming a neat line.

"Please bear with me. Ghost Cry lowered his head and said slowly, "Wait for me to avenge you." ”

As he spoke, he half-knelt down.

The last zombie, with a snow-white silk scarf exposed from the tattered placket on his chest.

Pulled out the silk scarf, unfolded it, and the fluttering words were revealed in front of him.

The words are not ugly, but they are empty. As you can imagine, when the ghost cried to him, the other party's hand was holding the pen, and he was even a little unsteady.

The person who wrote this was very weak, and the ghost cried and even saw one or two blood stains, which should have splashed out of the other party's mouth.

"Play a game, find me, don't hurt their lives, and I let the villagers go. ”

......

In the darkness of the room, the faint candlelight flickered.

Qianmianlang's face turned pale, and he said slowly: "Is there really no one who wants to leave?" Hurry up and decide, if you don't leave, you won't be able to leave." ”

"Childe. The strong and young warrior knelt on the ground and pleaded, "Okay, let's die together." ”

"I would like to die with my child!" shouted behind the young samurai, both men and women, dressed in hats.

"Do you know who you're up against?" Smilleminous slapped the table hard, "It's a ghost crying! Da Lang, you worship him, you should know how terrible his knife is. ”

This strong and young afternoon is called Dalang, and then Jilang, Sanlang, and Shiro.

Thousand Faces is called Childe by them, but in fact, he is their master and father.

They are all orphans who were chosen and adopted by a thousand faces.

"I know. Da Lang had a yearning on his face: "But, Childe, as soon as you say that, I don't want to do it even more." It was my honor to die under his sword. ”

"Hahahaha...... Ahem!!" An unhealthy flush appeared on Qianmianlang's face, and he coughed hard, Dalang was a little flustered, and quickly stood up and gently stroked Qianmian's back.

Senmian Lang waved his hand to stop the other samurai who were approaching, coughed for a while, and finally stopped.

His gaze swept over the young faces, and he smiled: "Okay, today, let's go on the road together." ”