Croak......

A terrible cry sounded in the wind.

The crow stood on the branch, looked indifferently at the crowd below, turned its head, and combed the black feathers.

This is a group of refugees, a total of more than 100 people, with the old and the young, dressed in tatters, full of numbness, like a walking corpse, slowly moving forward.

Thieves are like combs, and soldiers are like grates.

When the two countries are at war, the battlefield is like a huge source of radiation, radiating military and man-made disasters to all sides.

As a result, order was broken, routs were rampant, and thieves were rampant.

In the face of bandits, the large villages relied on hoes, sickles, and the courage to defend their families, as well as a shred of resistance. However, in the face of those fierce and vicious routs with standard weapons, they seemed helpless.

What's even worse is that the army of the Great Zhou chased the army of the Great Song Dynasty all the way across the Yellow River, from Luoyang all the way to the northern valley of the Great River, and crossed the Huai River on the way.

The army of the Great Song Dynasty was defeated, and the army of the Great Zhou was almost at the limit, and both armies began to run out of food, so a more tragic situation appeared.

The army is collecting food everywhere, and this harm is greater than the rout of the bandits. As a direct result, not only the village, but also the county town suffered.

Food prices have skyrocketed, and the rich can still rely on money and families to resist a thing or two, but more ordinary people have no power to resist this situation.

As a result, families were ruined, and refugees who had left their homeland were everywhere.

People are so hungry that they can do anything.

As a result, part of this group of desperate refugees turned into bandits, leading to the emergence of more refugees.

This group was one of them, but they could not become robbers, for there were no young among them, but young and old, who fed only on the bark of grass roots, and at night they gathered around the campfire and shivered, listening in horror to the strange howls around them.

Often, after a night, it is not surprising to lose one or two people.

Those one or two people were careless at night and were dragged away by the monsters.

Bang!

An old man fell to the ground, and two people around him squatted down to check on the old man's condition.

Then, shake your head and sigh.

The rest of the people stood silently, silently watching all this, looking numb and accustomed to it.

After a moment's delay, the group of refugees began to hit the road again. And the old man, his clothes had been stripped and he was left on the side of the road.

The crow jumped down the branch in merriment, quacking, and pecking at the corpse.

But before they could enjoy themselves, a group of demons rushed out of the woods with dead leaves, dragging the old man's body deeper into the woods.

Jingle Bell Bell Bell ......

The melodious bell rang, and the little demons seemed to sense something terrible, threw down the corpse, and ran away with a smoke.

The crow also flew up to the treetops, quietly observing.

In the distance, the source of the sound of bells, accompanied by the lazy sound of horses' hooves, they appeared.

It's a man, and a skinny horse with a tall skeleton.

Men carry knives and lead horses.

The horse had his head down, listless.

And the sound of the bell came from the bell attached to the handle of the knife.

The bell stopped, and the ghost cried through the gaps between the trees and saw two wizened legs.

He let go of the reins and walked up.

The horse clattered to the side of the road, bowing its head and nibbling on the yellow blades of grass.

Bypassing the trees, Oni Cried saw the old man's entire corpse.

He lay on the ground, the flesh of his back torn open, revealing the red flesh and dried blood within.

A red-eyed crow may not have noticed the arrival of the ghost cry, or it may have been fat, and instead of flying to the tree to observe like its companions, it continued to stay on the corpse, jumping and pecking at the corpse.

This crow was abnormal, it was bigger than the others, and its beak was unexpectedly sharp.

With just a peck, he tore off a piece of flesh, sharp as a dagger.

Devil Cry pulls out the short knife, which is a throw.

The dagger was as fast as lightning, slashing the crow's head with a single blow, and then plunged into the ground, engulfing the ground with only the trembling hilt.

The headless crow jumped twice, then rolled off the old man's corpse and fell to the ground, twitching on his feet.

Demonize!

I don't know what dirty stuff this crow has eaten, it's about to turn into a monster.

Ghost Cry looked at the wounds of the corpse and judged that the old man had not been dead for long.

Based on the surrounding traces, I had a rough judgment.

He picked up the decapitated crow carcass, which was poisonous to the average person, but he could eat it as a meal.

He stood up, walked briskly to the side of the road, led his horse, quickened his pace, and walked quickly along the trampled path.

The bell rang melodiously again, and gradually faded away.

Around the old man's corpse, it began to be lively again.

The crow croaked and pecked at the corpse, and a group of ugly-looking demons appeared from the woods again, drove the crows, and dragged the corpse deep into the woods.

At the creek, the refugees watched the boiling stream with horror on their faces, and just now they had planned to wade across the stream.

The stream wasn't deep, just waistless. Moreover, this is the south of the Central Plains, close to the big river, the water network is dense, and there are many people who know water.

So, according to common sense, it's not dangerous. However, as soon as a person went down, he fell to the ground and was dragged into the water by something inexplicable.

The refugees left the creek in horror and looked at the man struggling in the stream.

His hands fluttered, occasionally poking his head out.

Then, disappear into the creek that has become muddy.

There are ghosts in the stream, and the name is water ghosts.

However, only the ghosts of hell can be called ghosts if they exist legitimately.

Because there must be demons when things go wrong, therefore, those ghosts that wander in the room are called demons.

If you want to be free from the mortal world, you must have support.

And this kind of water ghosts, relying on their own corpses, wandered in the river, drowning those innocent people in the river.

Devour their fears and replenish their souls. Devour their corpses and keep their own corpses alive.

It is also for this reason that water ghosts belong to the category of zombies.

Gradually, the water returned to its clarity. At a glance, a blue wave ripples, bottomless.

What fish and shrimp are wandering, aquatic plants are fluttering, and they are all gone. The water flowed quietly, but as if it was dead, a faint rancid stench, rushing into the nostrils.

And the man who was dragged into the stream was gone. What's more, just now, when they looked at the water, they felt that it was not too deep at the waist, but not too wide at the feet.

And now, it's clearly more than eight feet.

The chill is blowing!

Just now, it was clear that something was confusing their vision.

What kind of creek is this, it's clearly a river.

And now, look around.

Some mutilated corpses fell to the ground, looking at their clothes, they were clearly the soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty.

They were surrounded, forced to jump into the river, entangled with each other, and drowned alive.

Those who were not drowned were slaughtered by the Great Zhou soldiers, and their bodies were placed on the shore.

Here, it is clearly a battlefield.

Despite the small size of the battlefield, it still terrifies the refugees.

According to common sense, such a battlefield, the soldiers of the Great Zhou should clean it up.

But no one cleaned it.

There are only two reasons, one is that there is no time, and the other is that something has happened, and this change is related to the demon.

Now, it has been proven that it is the latter one.

Suddenly, an old woman screamed, and she pointed to the sky tremblingly.

It turned out that at some point, the sun hanging overhead had already set in the sky, and it was already halfway down, and the shadow spread, gradually enveloping the earth.

At this moment, it is dusk.

It's not far from getting dark.