In the bamboo forest, the wind whimpered, the green bamboo swayed, and the dead leaves blended with the snow.

A figure, slender and crazy, with long hair reaching to his waist, curly and messy, his clothes wide and tattered, his hem revealing a pair of thin calves, dark and powerful, and the soles of his feet were extremely long, he squatted, habitually tiptoe to the ground, not like human feet, but like red deer and cow feet.

He just stayed there quietly, a low whimper coming out of his throat, his hands clutching the poisonous snake that he had caught from nowhere, and he had already gnawed halfway there.

Suddenly, he looked up.

A pair of sharp, fluffy ears twitched like wild beasts, and the sound of horses' hooves in the distance caught his attention.

A pair of turquoise pupils looked at the end of the road, and then saw a knight galloping towards him.

Long knives, thin horses, red sun, flying snow.

On the avenue, the horse's hooves are flying, regardless of whether the ground is too slippery, and the speed is fast, like an arrow off the string.

The knight lowered his head and blocked the snow with his hat and a large sword.

The guy who hides in the bamboo forest like a man or a beast is the demon crazy old seven. Because the strength is too weak, there is an extra 'small' in front of the word 'demon'. And the knight who came with a whip on his horse was naturally a ghost crying.

When the crazy old seven saw that someone was coming, and he dared to run so fast, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face.

As for Ghost Cry, the face under the hat that looked hideous because of its eyes also showed a bloodthirsty smile.

"Hey, hey, hey...... The food is coming!" said to himself with a smile.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Did the prey take the bait?" the big mouth poked out its head, and it noticed that Ghost Cry's fingers had touched the handle of the knife, because it knew the habit of Ghost Cry very well, so it was asking Ghost Cry, and it was also affirming.

Just when the big black horse stepped into the bamboo forest where the crazy old seven was, the crazy old seven moved. He sprang out, his long hair fluttering like a mad dog.

An ordinary horse, feared to be frightened by him, screamed in panic, and then fell to the ground because the ground was too slippery, breaking his leg.

However, he was met by a big dark horse.

He glanced at this mad dog-like guy with disdain, and then his body twisted slightly, and he turned a small angle while running, which was such an angle, which just put the crazy old seven on the right side of the ghost cry.

The change of direction is not large, but it is just right.

In this way, it is extremely comfortable to make the ghost cry out of the knife.

Swish!

The snow-white blade slid out of the scabbard, and then to the right side of Devil Cry, and the blade slashed forward, drawing an arc along the way.

The movement was brisk, and with the help of horsepower, he slashed through the neck of the crazy old seven.

At this time, the mad old seven was still wondering why the horse did not fall, and then he fell to the ground uncontrollably, and the road that his head crossed rolled to the other side of the road. Blood, sprayed all over the ground, forming a straight horizontal bar that cut the road into two sections.

All this happened so fast that the blood did not have time to get on the knife.

Ghost Cry gently pulled the reins, put away the long knife, and the big black horse began to slow down, and after running for more than twenty steps, he stopped gently, turned his head and walked back.

It is said to be walking, but the speed is not slow, comparable to the trotting of ordinary people.

And, the speed is getting faster and faster, and it will soon be running.

On the way, he passed by the skull, kicked it by the way, hooked it slightly, and the head flew up, and it fell right into the hands of Ghost Cry.

After a journey of more than 20 miles, even if I didn't use all my strength, it only took me a quarter of an hour to return to the village.

At this moment, the village is empty.

"Are you gone?" the ghost cried and muttered to himself, "It's fine." ”

He walked over to a pile of wood, which the old female ghost had left over from the previous night's busy night, and there were some sparks in it.

It didn't take much effort to re-raise the fire, and then, throwing the head into it.

"Farewell!" the ghost cried, re-mounted his horse, and departed in the opposite direction.

"You carry the burden, I lead the horse, and the sunrise ......"

The song sounded, and the ghost cry's eyelids jumped: "Big mouth, who taught you this song?"

"It's you!"

Ghost Cry was silent for a moment: "You have such a good memory. ”

When you're traveling alone, it's inevitably dull, so sometimes Ghost Cry will sing a song to entertain yourself, but I didn't expect to be remembered by this guy.

"Thanks for the compliment. The big mouth replied happily, and then changed to a song: "The horseshoe goes south and people look north......"

"Change the song. Ghost Cry said expressionlessly, this song always made him feel a little bad.

"The man who sets the horse is mighty and majestic, and the galloping horse is like a big black ......"

Big Black: "???"

......

Da Hei's foot strength is comparable to that of a car, and in just one day, he crossed several villages in two counties and came to the range of Huya Mountain.

When it was almost dark, it stopped, and the hospitable and good villagers of the mountain came to greet them, with swords in hand, and cheering.

"Boss, there's a big fat sheep. ”

"Looks like a bit of a sticky idea!"

"Whatever, there are so many of us, he only has one. ”

"Sun thief, stop!"

An arrow flew from the forest and went straight for the ghost cry. Then, it shot crookedly to the side of the tree, and something even more embarrassing happened, the arrow did not stick headlong on the tree, but bounced out, rubbed off a piece of bark, and fell to the ground, without half a deterrent.

Devil Cry pulled the reins to stop Dahei, and looked around, the trees around him shook violently, and the wind was a little noisy today.

So, these thieves are a bit stupid. With such a strong wind, if you shoot people with a hunting bow that is less than seven buckets, you are afraid that you will be able to shoot people, and there will be little power left after shooting through your clothes.

"I planted this tree, I opened this road, if you want to cross this road, leave a small life!" a tall and thin man sang loudly, and a group of hospitable and kind villagers shouted along with it, just like singing, the scene was chaotic, very bad, mixed with coughing, it seemed that there were many people who caught a cold.

The ghost cries silently, and the big black is silent, and even the big mouth is silent.

"Boy, quickly dismount and surrender, I can spare your life. The tall and thin man continued to shout.

The ghost cried and sighed, a little like a world away, as if he had returned to before the north wind came. At that time, Yang An had just come down the mountain, but even so, such a superb bandit had only encountered it once, which was really rare.

"If you still want to resist, you know who our boss is. The tall and thin man took two steps back, revealing a grim man.

He has a sword in his arms, a scar on his face, a messy beard, and a burly body, standing out among a group of short and thin men.

The thin and tall man was still saying: "We are in charge, but the famous and powerful one of the throats and the sword of the marquis are sealed." ”

Ghost Cry rolled over and dismounted, drew his long knife, and walked towards them.

Then, first a few brave guys who rushed up were knocked to the ground, and then there was a burst of crying dad and mother, and this group of bandits scattered as birds and beasts.

The tall and thin man saw that the situation was not good, and ran the fastest, but unfortunately he was targeted by the ghost crying in the ghost crying, and he slapped it on the calf, holding his leg and falling to the ground and screaming.

Like him, there are seven more, but in different places.

The big boss Qi Fenghou still held the sword in his arms, his face was cold, but his crotch was wet, his legs were shaking, and he obviously couldn't hide his timidity to cry ghosts.

When the ghost crying knife rested on his neck, the sword in his arms fell to the ground, kneeling and begging for mercy: "Hero, spare your life!"