The scene in front of him, but the ghost cried for a while.

A clear stream flows quietly in front of you, and several bamboo forests are lush and green. The fields covered with mountains were green, like ladders descending layer by layer.

When the wind blows, the emerald green seedlings sway slightly, suppressing their bodies, undulating like waves in the sea.

A grove of fruit trees is covered with red flowers and fluttering petals.

Ghost Cry raised his hand and grabbed a petal, and his bright red eyes were particularly dazzling.

Looking up, a bamboo pole strung a person up, high in the air. Bright red blood swam like a stream, dripping from his fingertips. On the ground, a small pool of blood was formed.

His limbs twitched instinctively, but in reality, he was dead. However, it was not long after he died. You can see from his distorted face how painful he was before he died.

This is by no means a great villain, with a dark complexion, calloused hands and feet, tattered clothes, stained trouser legs, and a hoe lying on the side, all of which prove that he is just an ordinary farmer who can no longer be ordinary, and yet he has suffered such pain.

The iron armor of the unjust soul let out a piercing wail. They continued to chatter, crying to the ghosts about the broken soul they saw.

In the distance, among the vague villages, black smoke rose into the sky. I can't help but let Ghost Cry remember the day he first came to this world not long ago.

Different places, same situations.

The ghost wept and stepped on the stones in the brook and came to the fruit grove. Drawing a knife and cutting off the bamboo pole, the corpse on it fell and fell to the ground. Ghost Cry bent down and covered his dead eyes with his hands: "Don't worry, they will come to accompany you." ”

As he finished speaking, he wiped his hand down and closed his eyelids. But when he let go of his hand, the corpse's eyes were still stubbornly open.

"In that case, you can just watch. ”

The ghost wept and took off his hat and covered his face. Then he turned around and picked up the hat that had rolled aside. The hat was worn out and there were many blood stains.

Devil Cry put it on his head, and a few drops of blood fell on his shoulder.

The thigh was wrapped around Devil Cry's waist, and the other end was wrapped around the scabbard, and the twisting body did not let the scabbard affect his movements, which was a tacit understanding formed between the two unconsciously.

Whining~~

The wind is up.

The fiery red petals were swept up into the sky, but the wail from afar made the scene not beautiful at all.

It was a group of bandits who did all this. Devil Cry really didn't want the rebels to call them. Perhaps, they were rebels at first, but now, they are a bunch of bandits.

In order to satisfy the beastly nature, in order to fill the stomach, burn, kill and loot, and do all kinds of evil, for ordinary people, they are more terrible than demons. Like locusts, everywhere they go, they devour everything and leave a ruin behind.

This remote mountain village was unfortunate that they encountered such a group of bandits and were killed for no reason.

The bandits were outnumbered, and by the time Devil Cry arrived, they had completely destroyed the village. The wooden walls were vulnerable in front of them, and they were toppled to the ground and poured in.

The men were killed by the murderous bandits, and the women and children became the objects of their play.

Shrill laughter was mixed with screams, and corpses that had been picked up in the air were wantonly desecrated by them. Several houses were set on fire, and the people inside were burned alive, and they laughed more and more cheerfully, as if they had forgotten the fear of being dominated by death.

Red is blood, fire, and their madness.

The ghost cry's eyes were also red, and he didn't hide it, dragging his knife straight to him.

More than a dozen resting bandits at the entrance of the village found the ghost crying, stood up with a loud shout, and pointed the weapon in their hands at the ghost cry.

Slingshots, hunting bows, and blow arrows were all aimed at Ghost Cry, and then shot out. However, there are too few of them. Under the full operation of the heart and eye technique, these flying stones and arrows had nowhere to hide, and some of them staggered past him, and they were bounced away by him at will one day.

Then, the two sides approached quickly, and when they were only ten steps away, Devil Cry slashed out.

The crimson sword light passed through the bodies of the two bandits in the blink of an eye, and this sword light was terrifyingly sharp, with a blazing temperature, and the two of them were cut off almost at the same time.

One of them subconsciously blocked it with the bamboo gun in his hand, and even the bamboo gun was divided into two.

The upper body was separated from the lower body, but no blood was spurted, and the fabric on the body began to burn, and the wound was charred black, leaving traces of blood. The bamboo spear that was split in two fell to the ground, and the fracture was also charred black, while the flames burned slowly.

The rest of the bandits were stunned, although they were arrogant and unreasonable, and they were murderous, but the time for this transformation was only a month or two. Peel back that tough exterior and you'll see that they're still weak.

They tried to escape, but they had no chance.

The ringing of the bell sounded in their ears, and the narrow eyes that shot red light became their eternal nightmare.

A flood of evil thoughts overwhelmed them, and they regained the fear of death, and their bodies were immobilized by fear.

The next moment, Devil Cry rushed into the crowd.

Five breaths later, he was killed from a fountain of blood.

He was covered in blood, like a demon crawling out of the blood prison, and between his eyes, he looked like he was choosing someone to devour.

Several bandits walked out of the village, and they looked satisfied. Then, I saw the blood-colored fountain at the entrance of the village, and I also saw the bloody ghost crying in front of the fountain.

The blood-red footprints were connected in a string on the ground. The crisp ringing of the bell drifted into the distance with the wind.

Several of the bandits were already in fear before they could make a sound, and the snow-white sword light passed through the fragile body, and the splattered blood exploded into a red blood mist.

The ghost cried out of the blood mist and into the village.

Screams continued in the room, and two men were pinned to the door. A group of bandits laughed at the door and lined up.

Suddenly, someone seemed to hear the bell in the wind, and looked up in confusion in the direction where the bell came from.

The next moment, his eyes were blood-red.

In the sky-high red light, the round head slammed to the ground, and the headless body swayed and finally fell.

Fear, incomparable fear, he could only stare blankly, watching as the dazzling white light instantly enlarged in his pupils, bringing him into a snow-white world.

Then, half a breath later, the original world reappeared in his eyes.

He looked at the world suspiciously, feeling that something was wrong. For some reason, he suddenly got taller. Knowing that the world began to spin uncontrollably, he became terrified. Because, he saw his headless self.

The bandit leader, who was busy, noticed that something was wrong, and suddenly became quiet. Also, what's going on with this heart-pounding ringtone. He stopped, ignoring the woman squirming underneath him, and turned his head to look back.

Burst!