A disheveled woman rushed out despite the old man's obstruction, and slashed the corpse on the ground like a mad with a firewood knife, until her strength was exhausted, then she sat down on the ground, hugged another headless corpse and cried bitterly.

The sound of sorrow infected the village, and the sound of sobbing whimpered from all directions.

Ghost Cry shook his head, looked at the blade of the sword, nodded with satisfaction, stood up, retrieved the scabbard, and hung it around his waist.

He walked to the side of the war horse and took the reins of the war horse. The war horse was extremely tame, and let the ghost cry and lead, and when it reached the edge of the village, it was tied to a wooden stake.

Then, Devil Cry walked to the village again, bent down, and dragged the body to the threshing floor in the village.

The villagers who had been hiding came out one after another, and together with the ghost cry, collected the corpses.

And the dilapidated grass huts were also demolished by the villagers and put together with the corpses.

In the end, a fire burned down.

The ashes of the villagers and the rout were intertwined, dancing in the wind.

(Corpse demons, also known as zombies, because of their existence, cremation is popular among civilian families in this world, especially when there is war or plague, it is mandatory to cremate)

The villagers gathered in a solemn and solemn circle, and occasional sobs could be heard.

Ghost Cry felt that his sleeve was being tugged, and when he turned his head, he saw a short woman looking at him timidly: "My lord, it's time to eat." ”

Oni Cry was hungry before he came here.

Now, even hungrier.

When he heard that there was food to eat, he naturally would not be polite.

Zombies are hungry and suck blood, Ghost Cry is a zombie, but he is not a zombie, he is half alive and half dead, he can only be regarded as half a zombie, he can suck blood, and he can also eat the food of ordinary people.

I ate beef, and the large pieces of beef stewed crispy, with a rich aroma and melt in the mouth, are rare and delicious.

There is also a big bowl of rice wine next to it, which is sweet and delicious.

It's not that the villagers are generous, it's that the only old ox in their village has been killed by the rout.

When Devil Cried arrived, the beef was already simmering in a pot over a fire. However, although the beef is fragrant, it is really difficult to swallow when the ghost cries and thinks of the tragic situation in the village.

Two children, a man and a woman, drooled and watched the ghost cry and were dragged by the woman.

Ghost Cry beckoned, and the woman looked at Ghost Cry.

"Let them come!" said the ghost.

The woman hesitated, let go of her hand, and the two children ran to Ghost Cry.

Devil Cry picked them up, put them on their knees, and gave each of the two children a piece of beef.

The child ate happily, and the ghost cried happily, and ate in a big gulp.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the stove, picked up the bowl, and ate silently.

And the woman's father-in-law and her man, who were not served, sat on the threshold, snoring and eating.

Full of wine and food, the ghost cried and walked out of the door with a knife.

Outside the door, the villagers stood quietly.

When he saw the ghost crying, he fell to his knees.

"Thank you, for justice, thank you, for justice!!" The pale-haired old man had tears on his face, raised his hands high, and threw himself to the ground.

The ghost cried and sighed, picked up the old man, and whispered as he walked: "I won't take those weapons away, now there is chaos everywhere, you take these weapons, practice day and night, and strive for some self-protection ability......"

With that, he walked to the entrance of the village.

The war horses were bowing their heads, and the forage they were eating must have been fed by these villagers. And on horseback, there is also an extra package, and a gourd wine.

These villagers really have a heart.

"That's it, take care. The ghost cried and arched his hand, put the long knife on the horse's back, and turned over on the horse.

The old man with white hair grabbed the reins: "My lord, can't you stay?"

The two children ran up: "Uncle, stay!"

This old man, seeing that he pities the child, comes to this trick, which is really cunning.

However, there is no way to do it.

Soldiers are rampant, and he naturally hopes that a strong man will stay in the village.

"Uncle, I have something important. Ghost Cry shook his head firmly.

The old man pulled the child, took a step back, and arched his hand in frustration: "Take care, adults, this road is smooth sailing." ”

The villagers bowed their hands in unison: "Take care, adults." ”

"I leave here. ”

The ghost cried and turned the horse's head and went away along the ridge. The villagers stood quietly at the entrance of the village, watching the ghost cry and disappear into the vast woods.

After a long time, it dispersed.

Chasing the obsession in his heart, the ghost cries all the way south. Until the sun was setting, he spotted the army's trail at the edge of a small forest.

The ground was full of messy footprints and deep rut marks, and in the distance, patches of cooking smoke were swirling, and the birds and birds flying south had bypassed the road.

The fishy wind is blowing in the nose, and the murderous aura can be felt even from afar.

No further, Devil Cry led the horse into the woods. Take off the package, the gourd, the long knife, the saddle, pull out the saber at your waist, cut off the branches, and pitch the tent.

As for the horse, it was not tethered, and it was allowed to graze with its head down.

Devil May Cry carries two knives on his body, a long knife for killing enemies, and a saber for self-defense and survival.

Needless to say, the long knife is long and narrow, strong and sharp, and the blade is as smooth as a mirror, and the light can be seen.

As for the saber, it is a short knife.

The handle is not long, but it is large enough to be held in one hand. The blade is as black as charcoal, not reflective, wide and thick, comparable to the forearm, the whole is straight, suitable for chopping, but the weight is not light, and on the whole, it is only a little lighter than a long knife.

But with the power of the ghost crying, it is not too much.

With this short knife, those branches can be cut down with a single sword.

After doing all this, Devil Cry opened the package. In the package, there is a roasted beef leg, sliced and ready for dinner.

As night fell, Devil Cry tied the horse to his side.

Then, without making a fire, he swept out an open space, sat on the ground (kneeled), put the long knife on his lap, and stroked it gently.

He was preparing to visualize, visualize, it was the instinct of every demon.

And tonight, it will be his first time. After spending the night, he is a real demon.

A faint demonic aura spread, and the horses were frightened, neighing, pulling the reins and tilting their heads to escape. The poisonous insects, rats and ants on the ground have stayed away.

In the middle of the woods, the miasma in the distance was dragged over and inhaled into the mouth and nose of the ghost cry.

During the day, the demonic energy consumed was replenished little by little.

The wind rose, and the trees shook and twisted, turning into countless ghosts, and surrounded them with teeth and claws, obscuring the light of the stars and moon.

They watched Ghost Cry greedily, and even the sound of insects in the night turned into whispers in Ghost Cry's ears.

The shadows on the ground turned into countless sharp claws, dragging the ghost crying, trying to drag him down.

The surrounding environment is changing rapidly.

The wind became a sharp knife, cutting every inch of his flesh and skin.

The earth turned into a swamp, and he involuntarily fell, fell, and fell into the bottomless abyss.

Countless demons surrounded him, weeping, wailing, cursing, and they watched with envy and resentment, twisting their bodies in an attempt to pull them back into their midst again.

Suddenly, a dawn light shot from the east.

Piercing through the fog, shattering countless ghosts, it shone on Ghost Cry.

A violent bell rang, and Ghost Cry woke up suddenly.

It's dawn.