Outside, the autumn rain is like smoke.

Inside, there was a dreary atmosphere.

A guy with a white cloth on his shoulder, holding a broom, leaned against the door frame, and looked outside.

The account room was crackling and calculating, shaking his head and writing something with his hair.

The ghost cried and ate the fish, and asked for a bowl of rice, so he filled his stomach with green vegetables.

When he got up, the man came up and took him to the guest room.

Devil Cry grabbed the knife and put on the hat.

Whew, puff pedal......

The two of them stepped on the stairs on all fours, and the planks of the stairs creaked and creaked.

Suddenly, a person should appear in the mind of Devil Cry.

The ghost cryer stopped: "Xiao Er, I'll ask you something." ”

The guy also stopped in front of him and replied with a smile: "Guest officer, please speak." ”

"Have you seen a scholar in a green robe recently?"

The guy chuckled in his heart: "This ghost world, except for those refugees who fled recently, there is no one else, I haven't seen it." ”

"Really?"

The wide hat slanted down, obscuring the ghost's crying face, making it difficult to see his expression.

Crash!

The railing broke, and the guy fell down the stairs and hit the floor, with a "bang", and dust sprayed out of the cracks in the floor.

Suddenly, everyone was taken aback.

The bookkeeper jumped up from his seat, and the fellow leaning in the doorway threw down his broom and pulled a dagger out of his sleeve.

In the kitchen, the fat boss jumped up, grabbed a one-foot-wide butcher knife and rushed out the door.

In the sound of the door opening, the footsteps were chaotic.

Upstairs, in the backyard, in the kitchen, in the front yard, a dozen or so people poured out at once, holding swords and axes, blocking all paths.

Hoo! Kick! Kick!

Ghost Cry walked down the stairs step by step, and slowly pulled out his long knife.

On the handle of the knife, the bell rang crisply.

The snow-white blade was spit out by the scabbard, and the halo flowed, and the pattern like a cloud appeared and disappeared in the halo.

The scabbard was leaned against the staircase.

The fat boss was lying in front of the ghost cry.

Ghost Cry is an eight-foot man, but in front of this boss, he seems to be one size smaller.

"Why, why are you stinky dicks who call yourself heroes always like this!" His eyes were bloodshot, he was very excited, his mouth was full of water, and he was dragging the butcher's knife, his green tendons were bulging, and he trembled slightly: "At the beginning, Lao Tzu was a good citizen, and you fought in Lao Tzu's shop, and Lao Tzu's mother-in-law died like this." ”

He took half a step forward and cried towards the ghost: "Later, Lao Tzu went up the mountain, and you dogs came to the so-called chivalrous righteousness, what kind of robbery of the rich and helping the poor." ”

As he spoke, he took another half step forward: "Now, Lao Tzu has reopened an inn, and you guys are looking for trouble again!"

"Dog's day, it's really good-tempered. ”

As soon as the words fell, he shouted: "Up, open his scoop." ”

In an instant, a few dark stars flashed, and two lime bales were smashed down from the upper floor.

The ghost cave swayed, avoiding a few dark stars.

In a flash of cold light, the lime packet was split.

Under the white light, Ghost Cry lowered his head, and the flying lime was blocked by the hat.

In the midst of shouting and killing, the fat boss and a few gangsters rushed up with knives.

The long knife sliced through the churning lime and sliced into the dancing light of the knife.

As soon as he saw the blood light, the long knife retracted like lightning.

With a scream, a guy fell to the ground with a sharp knife in his hand and retreated with his arms in his arms.

Between the fingers, blood poured out.

Clanging, blades clashing.

Under the cloak, Ghost Cry had a cold expression, looking at the oncoming knife light, his feet were staggered, his body was shaking, and he always kept a proper distance from this group of fierce-looking guys.

A few sharp knives were smashed, and one of the men rushed up with an axe and shouted.

Suddenly, the ghost cries and rolls to the right, and the axe clatters to the floor.

Another blood flower bloomed, and the man with the axe had his leg cut off with a knife, and he lay on the ground with the broken leg and howled bitterly.

The ghost cry knife is long, and it takes advantage of it.

The tent room wandering outside had a dozen darts clasped to his fingertips, and when he saw the ghost crying and rolling out of the crowd, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he swished and knocked out a dozen darts.

Before Ghost Cry could stand up, seeing this, he kicked his left foot, and a stool flew in front of him.

Snatch and Snatch ......

In an instant, there was a dense pile of darts lined up on the stool.

The fat boss strode in, like a moving Tarzan.

Suddenly, the ghost cave was scarlet in front of his eyes.

Demonic!

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been scared to pee his pants at the moment.

It's a pity that the ghost is not crying, and his demonic spirit is even worse.

Demonic agitation!

The fat boss suddenly saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood behind the ghost cry, and his heart trembled, and he slowed down by half a minute.

The butcher's knife, which is one foot wide and one and a half feet long, is extremely heavy, and it can chop a fat pig of three or four hundred catties into two with meat and bones.

The boss leaned forward, the butcher's knife held high, and a shadow covered the half-kneeling ghost crying.

And at this moment, a cold light protruded from behind the boss, and a bloody arrow shot out.

The boss was stabbed in the chest, and the ghost cried to take off the fairy step, and it was a step away in an instant.

The wind howled, and the butcher's knife fell, splitting into the air.

Inside, the demonic energy is boiling.

The boss spat out a mouthful of blood and stained his placket red.

"Boss!"

The guys screamed and rushed towards the boss.

The long knife in Ghost Cry's hand shook, and the blood beads on the blade rolled down, turning into a white light.

A guy's neck was neatly cut open by the white light, and the big head hit the ground.

Suddenly, blood spurted from his neck like a fountain.

"Old Seven!!

In an exclamation, the boss picked up the guy, the blood vessels around his body swelled, and his speed was several percent higher out of thin air.

The butcher's knife slashed through Devil Cry's chest, but it didn't hurt the corner of his clothes.

His knife was short.

The boss was stabbed again, and the fat arm holding the butcher knife slammed to the ground with a "snap".

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground. The ghost cry tone was compassionate, and the hand was ruthless, and it was another knife that pierced the boss's neck.

Hot blood poured out of the blade, but the boss's vitality was terrifying.

Even if the demonic aura that seemed to be poisonous ran rampant in his body, it would not be able to kill him for a while.

He let the blade penetrate his neck, and he was about to cry towards the ghost.

Devil Cry twisted his wrist and tore most of his neck open.

The boss tilted his head and let out a roar: "Get out of !!!"

He cried to the ghosts, and he shouted to the guys.

His eyes were bloody, his face was smiling, his flesh was red and his teeth were bloodshot.

He fell to his knees, his only remaining hand clasping one of Devil Cry's legs in an attempt to knock Ghost Cry to the ground.

The ghost cry seemed to take root on the ground, and smashed down with a knife, and the handle of the knife was sturdy, and it smashed on the backbone of the boss's back.

The fat meat trembled violently, and the boss lay directly on the ground.

"Boss ......"

The two men rushed up, neglecting their own defenses in a panic, and were slashed by the ghost cave.

"Fuck off!"

The boss let go of the hand holding Ghost Cry and clenched his fist violently, his muscles expanding.

Ghost Cry lifted his leg and kicked it over, swinging his fist into the air.