The chirping of cicadas in the sky became chaotic and harsh, and it was no longer groggy.

Ghost Cry watched them fly away, but fortunately, the big black horse was clever and opened his mouth to bite the two.

These two cicadas, when they were opened, were indeed the same as the cicada just now, with human faces on their abdomen, and the human faces on the abdomen of the three cicadas were exactly the same.

"It's all female. Ghost Cry narrowed his eyes: "Is it a coincidence?"

Releasing the two cicadas, he shouted, "Big Black." ”

Daikoku snorted beside him.

"Looks like we've found a villager. Ghost Cry said with a smile on his face, looking at the field. In the field, cows are grazing.

This cow looks exactly like the cow in the cattle pen behind the house where the ghost cried and they ate, and it must be the same one.

"Let's go over and see. The ghost cried and walked over, followed closely by the big black horse.

The grazing is a large buffalo, with two horns bent like the moon, sparse black and yellow fur, muddy, sturdy body, and looks to be well fed.

It looked up at the ghost crying, and then continued to lower its head, flicking its tail and grazing, with a leisurely and peaceful expression.

"It's also female. Ghost Cry narrowed his eyes: "I don't know, are you a villager?"

Ghost Cry jumped off the field, stepped on the wild flowers and weeds all over the ground, and walked towards the big buffalo.

The big buffalo raised its head again, but this time, its eyes began to show wariness and took a slight step back.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just curious. Under the hat, a smile began to appear on Devil Cry's face, and one hand grasped the scabbard, while the other hand already grasped the hilt.

The big buffalo took two steps back, and suddenly lowered its head sharply, and slammed into the ghost crying.

This time it came extremely suddenly.

However, the ghost cries too quickly, both in his reaction and in his knife.

The buffalo and the ghost cried by staggered, and the dazzling white light flashed, and the next moment it disappeared into the scabbard.

The big buffalo rushed a few steps, and the flesh of its abdomen suddenly cracked, and then it quickly became shriveled as if it was leaking.

After a few more steps, it fell headlong to the ground, leaving only a skin spread out in the field.

The big black horse gasped and hurriedly took two steps back.

Ghost Cry turned around, stepped forward, and lifted the cowhide.

At the breach, a small head came out, it was a little baby.

Ghost Cry hurriedly stepped forward and picked open the cowhide. In the blurred flesh and blood, the appearance of this little baby was revealed.

His mouth was sewn up, and his hands and feet grew together with cowhide. He struggled to open his eyes, tears rolling down, "woo", wanted to speak, but couldn't say anything.

Gradually, the tears turned into blood, and the blood flowed out of his seven orifices without money, and the blood was very thick at first, and then became lighter and weaker, until the whole little baby became a dry corpse, and then the flow stopped.

The big black horse's cheeks twitched and he turned his head.

The ghost cried violently, and half-knelt on the ground, motionless, knowing that the little baby had exhaled her last breath.

His eyes were slearched and flattened, muscle textures were visible in his sockets, and his entire face was so thin that it was deformed.

The smile on Ghost Cry's face gradually disappeared, and he stretched out his hand to help Xiaowa cover her eyelids, and then slowly stood up.

"Again. Devil Cry closed his eyes and breathed in the hot air. In my mind, the desperate appearance of the little baby just now lingered.

One of his swords was aimed at spells, and if the cow wasn't weird, it wouldn't have hurt. Unexpectedly, this knife helped the little baby lift the curse, but the little baby also lost his life, and after a short period of freshness, he died of despair.

Those who act like this deserve to die.

For a moment, calm down.

Devil Cry fell back to his knees and examined the body. The mouth is sewn up, and ordinary needles and threads are used, and ordinary people, as long as they are not too poor, should have them.

His hands and feet, if you look closely, are not directly on cowhide, they are also sewn with needles and threads. Before sewing on, the little baby's wrists and soles were severed.

Seeing this, the corners of Ghost Cry's eyes twitched, trying to suppress the murderous aura in his heart and calm himself down.

He began to inspect the hide, and in the nick of the hide, it was easy to find the traces of stitching.

Who, exactly, stuffed this little baby into the cowhide and sewed it up.

Why did he?

Looking at the appearance of this little baby, the ghost cried and thought of those cicadas again, maybe ......

He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake this terrible thought out of his head, not daring to think about it again.

Ghost Cry said that the little baby and the cowhide were carried back to the village together, and with the help of the big black horse, the body was cremated.

Looking at the raging fire, the ghost clenched the knife in his hand: "Let's go!"

The scorching sun is shining, and before you know it, it is already noon, the temperature is frighteningly high, and the beautiful scenery around is obviously full of life, but it has also become moribund in the eyes. Everything became so dull and irritating in the heat.

Ghost Cry sat on the threshold, looking at the chickens digging through the dirt, and a terrible thought suddenly crossed his mind.

These chickens also have a child in their bodies.

Thinking of this, Ghost Cry jumped up suddenly, pulled out his knife and slashed at a rooster. The big black horse, who was lying in the hall to rest in the hall, jumped up in fright, and looked at the ghost crying, not knowing what kind of nerves he was experiencing.

Also frightened was the rooster, jumping on the fence and crowing at the same time.

Ghost Cry turned around and stabbed again, right in the hen with the chick.

Then, the hen suddenly leaked and generally became shriveled.

The ghost cried and pounced, and the chicks chirped and ran away. He ripped open the hen's belly, and saw the familiar marks of stitching, and - half of the face!!

Bang!

Ghost Cry smashed his fist on the ground, and looked at the chickens in the yard, there were many chickens in the yard, but there were only two left, and all that was left were hens and chicks.

He stood up silently and drew his knife sharply. The chickens flapped their wings vigorously in his chase, and the feathers fluttered, and in the light of the knife, one by one quickly became shriveled, and then the crack in the abdomen was exposed.

Then, arms, legs, stomach, palms......

The big black horse hid in the hall, not daring to come out, its teeth colliding and making a "clucking" sound.

It was terrified, such a terrible sight, even if it had been several years since the ghost cried, it had only seen it for the first time.

This kind of scene is not like a large lake with countless demon beasts that can swallow it in one bite, not like a storm that looks like it can destroy the world, and not like a dragon that can freeze the sea into ice cubes, but the details in it make it creepy.

It is not afraid of danger, it is not afraid of fighting, but it is afraid of these strange and oppressive scenes.

Ghost Cry gritted his teeth and pieced together the broken corpses in the chicken's stomach, and then, a broken little girl appeared in front of him.

Ghost Cry felt a little hard to breathe, and he could even see in her shriveled and broken face how frightened and painful she was at that time.

"Huh......" he made a strange sound in his throat, his teeth rubbing, his body trembling.

Eventually, his shaky face regained its composure.

"Whoever you are. He knelt on the ground and bowed his head, his hat covering his cheeks, and muttered to himself, "I'll find you." ”