It's sad not to ask, but the ghost cry is not too sad, and even the anger is limited.

I watched too much, and naturally became numb.

And Wang Sanniang is a little strange, when she talks about that monster, she actually has some nostalgia, some regret, and anger, it seems that her emotions.

"So, what kind of youkai is that youkai, the first time I've seen such a weird youkai?"

The question of the ghost crying, Wang Sanniang did not answer directly, but diverted the question: "There are many weird monsters in the world, let's take them back to the temple first." ”

Ghost Cry and Wang Sanniang's foot strength is really good, don't look at them just walking slowly, but the speed is fast. In just over an hour, he had already sent Buwen to the temple on the mountain.

Wang Sanniang didn't want to stay in the temple for a long time, and the ghost didn't want to stay here for long, so she stood at the door of the temple without asking and watched the two leave blankly.

The ghost cried back, looked at the little monk at the gate of the temple, and asked, "Just let him stay in this temple alone, aren't you afraid of problems?"

"Don't worry. Wang Sanniang said confidently: "No monster dares to approach this temple, no beast can approach this temple, this temple is very safe." ”

"Oh!" Ghost Cry nodded thoughtfully, then asked another question, "I listen to your tone, you seem to know that weird youkai." ”

Wang Sanniang stopped, her expression was slightly complicated, and she shook her head: "There is nothing to do." ”

The descent was faster, and there was no drag from asking, so in less than an hour, the two of them returned to the county seat.

The atmosphere was very strange, and Wang Sanniang felt that something was not good in her heart.

She involuntarily quickened her pace, however, slowly.

Ghost Cry frowned, he smelled a faint smell of blood. As we approached the tea shop, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

Sanniang's footsteps became faster and faster, and a remnant was dragged out later.

The wind and clouds returned to the tea shop, standing at the door blankly, looking at the tea shop in disbelief.

Corpses, corpses, human corpses, corpses of dogs, corpses of cats, corpses of half-humans and half-beasts. The walls and the ground were covered with flesh and blood.

Devil Cry can be seen that there has definitely been a tragic fight here.

Seeing this mark, Ghost Cry narrowed his eyes, stepped forward, picked up a curved iron sword from the ground, and said, "Iron whip, or iron wedge." ”

He threw down the iron sword, looked at the blood stains on the wall with a straight and sharp arrow on the wall, and then looked at the broken corpse on the ground with only half a head left: "The murderer is extremely tall, at least more than five inches above me, and his strength is extremely great. ”

Finally, he kicked a short sword with his toes, grabbed it in his hand and glanced at the seriously damaged tip of the sword, shook his head, threw the short sword to the ground, turned around and said to Wang Sanniang, who was standing at the door: "The other party is wearing armor, or his own skin and flesh are as strong as heirloom armor, for the time being, I can only see so much." Who's the murderer, you say?"

Wang Sanniang's eyes were already red, and her teeth were clenched: "He, he is really so ruthless!"

The ghost cried and looked at Wang Sanniang and said, "It seems that you already know who it is." ”

Wang Sanniang said: "It's an old man, it seems that he ...... It's not him anymore. ”

"Who?" the ghost cried out of the tea shop and rushed into the opposite alley.

In the alley, a figure ran to the other end. was grabbed by the ghost crying in the back of the heart, his five fingers are like hooks, once he grabs it, it is difficult to let go.

This person's heart tightened, and he pulled out the iron ruler and stabbed it in the back.

However, he was kicked on the wrist by the ghost cry, and the iron ruler fell to the ground, he covered his wrist and let out a miserable scream, and was dragged out by the ghost cry without the ability to resist, and fell into the cold snow.

Through the light outside, the ghost cried and saw this man clearly.

With a wide nose and a square mouth, his body is strong, and he looks at his clothes, and he is a servant.

He tried to get up, but he was pressed to his chest by Ghost Cry and couldn't get up.

He hurriedly grabbed the feet of the ghost crying and begged for mercy: "Uncle, uncle has something to say, uncle spares his life......"

"Let him go!"

Wang Sanniang walked over, the ghost cried and let go of her foot, Wang Sanniang looked at the official condescendingly: "Say, what message did he want to bring me here?"

The official was frightened, and squeaked for a long time before he spoke: "The eldest master said that this is just a lesson, let Sanniang abide by the rules." ”

After speaking, he propped up his hands, turned over and got up and ran.

The ghost cried and didn't chase, and Sanniang didn't mean to chase, the big black horse yawned, a little lazy, and the cold tears and snot on the neck made it really unhappy.

Around the tea shop, it was originally very lively, but now the doors and windows of the whole street are closed, and on the street, only the two people of Ghost Cry and Wang Sanniang are left, and there is silence around except for the whistling wind.

"Is it an acquaintance?" the deep voice of the ghost cry broke the silence, Wang Sanniang's body shook, the corners of her mouth twitched, revealing an ugly smile.

"At first, I didn't recognize him, he had changed so much. Wang Sanniang said faintly.

This is a story, a story about a monk, a general, a tigress.

400 years ago, there was a great drought in Bashu, and people's livelihood withered.

At the foot of the nameless mountain, there is a village with thirty or forty households, and the people in the village are panicked.

In the mountains, outsiders can't get in, and people inside can't get out. The village was originally quite prosperous, but because of a great drought, the number decreased sharply, and after three years of drought, the population was reduced by half, and every family died, and every family had more than one funeral, and many families died.

Fortunately or unfortunately, because in the mountains, supplies are still abundant, and even a great drought, even a locust plague during a great drought, has not completely destroyed the village.

There are springs, streams, rivers, ponds in the mountains, and in the mountains, water can always be found.

The leaves and food of the trees were eaten up by locusts, the weeds and vegetables were gone, and they could also eat mice, the carcasses of wild beasts starving to death in the mountains, and the bark of trees could be removed.

Three years have finally passed, and fortunately, there is no plague.

But now, the drought has passed, and a series of winter rains have revived the land. Just when the people of the village thought that the disaster was over, a man-eating tiger appeared in the mountains.

There were only twenty or thirty families left in the village, and the tiger was several feet long, haunted by the wind, and knocked a villager's head off with a slap, which was really cruel and the villagers could not deal with it.

There are too few people, and they have been hungry for three years, and they are too weak.

Just when the villagers were panicking, a tall and burly general and an old and weak monk came to the village.

The general is too burly, too strong, and a pair of iron whips is intimidating.

The villagers are desperate, because in this year, the soldiers are more cruel than the bandits, and the generals are simply murderers.

After some hospitality, the villagers were pleasantly surprised to find that this general seemed to be different.