"It's amazing. In the candlelight, Thousand Faces put down his glass, and the hot wine in the glass emitted billowing green smoke.

Although he was in the house, every move of the entire village was in his eyes. It's not hard for him. Either way, he used to be a big spider, and it was his instinct to spin silk and build webs.

"Dalang. The corners of Qianmianlang's mouth curled slightly, and he said with some pleasure: "Go out to entertain distinguished guests." ”

"Hmm. Da Lang nodded heavily, grabbed the long knife hanging on the wall, and stepped up the stairs with a "bang".

Outside, the disciples taught by Thousand Faces are still resisting.

Fifteen Lang jumped off the roof, and with a wave of his hand, the darts were like stars in the sky.

However, the knife in Ghost Cry's hand was waved a few times, and then the body was slightly sideways, and with a few clanging sounds, all the darts fell into the snow, and suddenly the white snow turned into pockmarks.

The ghost cried and raised his hand, Fifteen Lang snorted, was hit by a flying knife in his leg, and then landed, did not stand firmly, and fell.

Ghost Cry approached him in two strides, and he drew the soft sword at his waist, like a spirit snake.

Ghost Cry stabbed out, brushed with the snake-like soft sword, sparks splashed out, blood bloomed in the center of his eyebrows, and fell down without saying a word.

The youngest, Seventeen, jumped on the roof and shot down one arrow after another, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he did not have much strength, so he used a short bow, but the rate of fire was extremely fast. In just two breaths, eight arrows were fired.

Ghost Cry dodged one by one, and just when Seventeen Lang shot the eighth arrow, Ghost Cry saw the opportunity and suddenly took out the knife, and with a "ding" sound, the arrow turned around on the knife, and then rolled back.

Seventeen Lang was hit by an arrow, fell off the roof, and lost consciousness.

There was a "squeak", and the door of the room in front of me was pushed open.

A tall samurai came out of it with a long knife similar to that of Oni Cry, jumped down the stone steps, reached the courtyard, slowly drew the long knife, and then leaned the scabbard to the side.

"Interesting. ”

Ghost Cry strode up and said, "It seems that Thousand Faces is inside?"

"Yes, Childe is waiting for you inside. The tall samurai held his hands together, and his fingers kept stretching and bending: "Da Lang, my name is Da Lang." ”

Ghost Cry looked at his posture and casually pointed out: "Okay Dalang, now please move your left foot forward, your left hand doesn't have to be a little loose, don't blindly look at my shoulder, be flexible, don't let the opponent easily see your purpose." ”

Da Lang was obviously a little nervous and a little excited: "It's my honor to die at your hands." ”

"That's not certain, there is no definite number about the blade, what if I die at your hands?" the ghost said with a smile, remembering the silk scarf letter in the zombie's arms, and sighed, sure enough, it is still a group of young people.

The matter of weapons, preemptively.

There are also posterior strikes, but that kind is always special and not mainstream.

Da Lang himself is weaker than Ghost Cry, and if he plays preemptively, he is purely looking for death, so he attacks first.

The pace is light, the joy is smart, the distance between the two sides is very good, and then a knife slashing, the force is not heavy, but the hit is enough to kill, and once a blow misses, it can quickly return to the knife to defend.

It's steady, but it's not decisive enough.

While!

This knife was blocked by the copper blade of the long knife with Ghost Cry, and then the tip of the knife was pressed against the knife grid, and the attack was immediately blocked.

Da Lang hurriedly drew his knife to defend himself, but the ghost cried but was unforgiving, stepping forward and stabbing forward!

The two knives rubbed together, and sparks flew everywhere, like red fireflies, fluttering between the two.

Then, Da Lang was stunned, the long knife in his hand hung down, and the tip of the knife sank into the snow.

The cold blade clung to his neck, causing goosebumps to grow near his neck.

It's cold and scary.

Are you going to die?

Da Lang thought in his heart, although he had already prepared, he always felt a little regretful.

Sure enough, I wanted to live a few more years.

"Remembered. Ghost Cry raised his head, and his eyes under the hat looked at him seriously: "Although the blade of this kind of knife bends slightly, it can still be used. ”

What if you remember?

Da Lang smiled bitterly in his heart, he was going to die anyway.

Now, he has begun to imagine the sight of his own death.

The Devil's crying knife was fast, and after slitting his neck, it would take a while for the blood to spurt out.

The blood will spurt far away, like a red arrow, and then it will be shaped like a fountain, making a hissing sound, which must be very good.

Then the blood stained the white snow like withered roses.

He will definitely die beautifully.

Perhaps, that's not bad either.

Ghost Cry moved his wrist, the blade turned, and with a snap, Da Lang fell to the ground like a lightning strike, and the hat fell off the top of his head, rolling away in the snow, and ran for a long time......

The candlelight began to jump, and the sound of footsteps came from above, and then, Oni Cry, walked down the wooden ladder.

"Unexpectedly, you are hiding in the cellar. The ghost cried and opened his mouth, unceremoniously walked to the opposite of Qianmian Lang and sat down, poured himself a glass of wine, and then dried it in one gulp: "I thought you would lay a net, but I didn't expect you to prepare a game for me, and it wasn't even intense." I'm curious, what are you doing this for?"

Instead of answering directly, Thousand Faces raised his glass: "Let's have a toast!"

As soon as the wine glasses touched, the two of them tilted their necks at the same time and dried.

Syllable!

The cup fell on the table, and Qianmian Lang shook his head with a smile and said: "Where can I arrange any heaven and earth net, one does not have enough money, and the other does not have enough energy, even if it is arranged, it can't be stopped, and it will only add to the joke." ”

The ghost cried and asked, "Since you can't stop it, why don't you hide?"

"Why are you hiding?" Thousand Faces shook his head with a smile, "There's no need for that. ”

"Oh!" Ghost Cry sneered and began to roll up his sleeves, "I'll beat you up first, and you'll know if it's necessary." ”

"No, you can't beat me, this suffocation, you're done, hahahaha......" Thousand Faces suddenly laughed.

"Why, my group of villagers threatened me?" Devil Cried's tone became dangerous, "You're playing a little too far. ”

"No, take a closer look, can I withstand your punch?" After speaking, Qianmian Lang coughed vigorously, and the white silk scarf in his hand was already covered with a red halo.

After coughing up, he wiped away the tears that flowed out of the cough, and said with a smile: "If you punch down, I will die, I didn't expect it, hahahaha......"

Ghost Cry was dumbfounded, because what this guy said was true.

"Now, do you understand why I said there was no need to hide?"

Ghost Cry nodded: "You're dying." ”

"15 years ago, I should have died, but the master saved me, hahahahaha......" Senmian Lang laughed again, he seemed to find it ironic.

"You killed your master. The ghost cried, took off his hat, and looked at the face of the thousand-faced man.

Qianmian Lang didn't care: "I didn't kill him, he died a long time ago, I just disposed of the master's corpse." ”

"He is a living man. ”

"But his heart is already dead, when he was expelled from the mountain gate, he was already half dead, and when the white-haired sect destroyed the door last year, he was completely dead, do you think you really can't see that there is something wrong with the corpse? No, he knows it very well, he just doesn't want to live anymore, he wants to be freed as soon as possible. ”

Ghost Cry looked a little strange, this situation was a little different from what he imagined: "You also killed your two junior brothers." ”

Qianmian Lang took another sip of wine, shook his head and said, "They? they're just two scumbags, I'm just kissing your two scum." ”

"How?" Ghost Cried to see what reason he could come up with.

"They used living people to refine corpses in an attempt to enter the Tao, but this, whether in the white-haired sect or in the world, violated the taboo and deserved to die. ”

"What about the zombies out there? they're the villagers here!"

"No, it's not. Qianmian Lang shook his head: "They are beggars, beggars who freeze to death on the streets." ”

Speaking of this, Thousand Faces also smiled: "You can never reassure them, because what kills them is freezing and starvation." ”

"Uh......" Ghost Cry opened his eyes and stood up with a slap on the table: "What about the villagers here?"

The corners of Qianmianlang's mouth curled up more and more: "I spent money, spent almost all my savings, and bought this village, and now, those villagers are in the county seat." ”

Ghost Cry sat down again, he was just acting like he was just doing it, and now he asked calmly, "Why, do you think you're a good monster?"

"No, from a non-human youkai perspective, I'm a bad youkai. Senmian looked into the ghost's crying eyes and said seriously, "I'm a good person." ”

"Poof!" Ghost Cry squirted out the wine he had just drunk.

"I'm not joking, okay......" Qianmian Lang waved his hand weakly, "I'm not human, but I do want to be a good person!" ”