Qin Xianglian is a fox spirit has nothing to do with Ghost Cry, Ghost Cry continues his incomparably regular life.

Get up early, take a stroll with a horse, take a look at your brother-in-law by the way, go home for dinner at noon, practice knives and fists and feet in the afternoon, go into the city in the evening, eat and read knives at night, and then visualize.

On the third day, he went to the blacksmith's shop, paid the money, and took his custom-made throwing knife.

On the fifth day, his otaku brother-in-law finally went out, a group of scholars together, reciting poems on a boat, and when he came back that day, he caught a cold.

Ghost Cry took advantage of the night to go on a trip, and found that he couldn't die, so he was relieved.

On the sixth day, a corpse appeared on the street, and his heart was plucked out.

This man is a boatman who rows boats for those chivalrous scholars at night.

His wife and children came, holding his body and weeping bitterly.

The ghost cried silently at the corpse, at the hole in his chest. The marks were pulled out by the claws.

Listening to the crying, the ghost cry was a little bored in his heart.

On his cheeks, there was a coldness.

When he looked up, he saw fine ice crystals falling from the sky.

It's snowing!

Devil Cry raised his head and caught the snow.

This is the first snow of this winter.

The wind is not urgent, and the cold is biting.

The snow is not heavy, and it chills people's hearts.

The ghost cried out a white breath and led the horse to turn away.

He's going to the old drunkard.

The fox, crossed the line.

The old drunkard lived in a beggar's den, sitting on a pile of straw, and under the service of these beggars, while drinking wine and eating meat, he looked like an uncle.

It just snowed, and now it's cold.

And the beggar's nest leaked on all sides, and a group of beggars were frozen and bruised, but this old drunkard did not have a trace of cold appearance, which was extraordinary.

Seeing the ghost crying, he raised his eyelids: "What?"

"That Qin Xianglian, what's going on?"

"Let's go......" The old drunkard threw the wine and meat at the beggars and drove them out.

Then, he stretched his waist and patted the thick straw beside him: "Sit?"

The ghost cried and shook his head, and threw the oiled paper bag he was carrying to the old drunkard, who caught it, and when he opened it, the smell of meat was fragrant.

"Tsk, Butcher Li's sauce meat, good things, good things. He eagerly grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, instantly hooked on his eyes.

Ghost Cry clasped his hands to his chest and leaned against the wall casually: "Let's be careful, why did she suddenly kill someone?"

"What else. The old drunkard shook his head and sighed, "It's a good girl, it's a pity." ”

He took another bite before he continued while chewing: "Two days ago, that Qin Xianglian had a fight with that stubborn monk from Andao Temple. ”

"The monk died, Qin Xianglian fell into the monk's secret method and was seriously injured, she obviously didn't want to die, so she ate the monk's heart and solved the secret method. ”

"However, human flesh is not something that can be eaten casually, and when it is cultivated, it cannot be eaten casually if it is cultivated, and human flesh with the golden body of an Arhat cannot be eaten casually. ”

"Qin Xianglian's injury is healed, but her heart is broken. She is no longer Qin Xianglian, but has no humanity, a fox demon who acts on instinct and feeds on people, and after a hundred years of Taoism, she finally cultivated her human form and was ruined. ”

"Now, she is probably hungry, so she kills people and eats meat. ”

"I see, old drunkard, does that one hundred taels still count?" the ghost cried and nodded.

"Of course, you're going to take it. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Take this one. The old drunkard flicked a token, and the ghost cried and caught it.

"Farewell. ”

After a conversation, Ghost Cry felt a little heavy, turned around and prepared to go out.

"Ghost brother. The old drunkard suddenly opened his mouth and stopped the ghost from crying.

"Anything else?" Ghost Cry turned his head sideways, only looking at the side of his face, his narrow eyes as eerie as the eyes of a poisonous snake, his slightly messy hair falling down, and the light outside the window shone down obliquely, shining on him, and most of his body was hidden in the shadows.

It looks like an entrenched poisonous snake, and a bit like a ghost.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a good person.

The old drunkard still remembers the first time he saw the ghost crying, the first time he saw the demonic spirit of the ghost crying, and almost did the right thing for heaven.

Later, little by little, he learned that the ghost cried, and he was even more worried that he would fall into the devil's path.

After all, it's so rare to be born in that kind of place and in that way like Devil May Cry, and still be able to maintain humanity.

"There are some things that you can't touch, and if you touch them, it's over. ”

That thing is called the bottom line.

"Yes. Ghost Cry nodded solemnly, turned around, stepped away from his long legs, and was about to push the door out.

"Don't be careless, no matter what, the other party also has a hundred years of Taoism. The old drunkard's advice came from behind him, and the ghost cried without stopping and without looking back.

After a hundred years of Taoism, he can still transform into a human form, of course, it is powerful.

No matter what, Devil Cry will never underestimate the other party.

After all, he himself has not even been able to fully use his natal supernatural powers.

In the evening, Ghost Cry practiced a knife technique, and washed it with well water bare.

His body is excellent, the water is cold in winter, not to mention that it has just snowed, it is really cold to the bone, but he doesn't look like a big deal, he wiped it with a towel casually, then went back to the room to put on his clothes, and rested for a while.

At night, there is a curfew in the city, but there is no curfew outside the city and on the lake by the river.

As a result, the lights are on.

The ghost cave put on a hat and a cloak.

Then, two knives were brought with him.

The long knife was carried in a cloth bag and carried behind the back.

The short knife and throwing knife were wrapped around the waist and covered with a cape.

At the same time, he also put on boots, which were very expensive, and he was reluctant to wear them on weekdays, so he only wore straw sandals made by himself.

When I went out, I saw the crowd coming and going on the street, and the girls who haunted the night also came out of the house one after another, greeting the guests.

Ghost Cry came to the water's edge, and a boatman called for a voice.

"This hero, where are you going? ”

As long as you are dressed as a Jianghu person, it is always right to shout a hero.

"Is there anything to eat?" asked the ghost.

"But some snacks and a bit of fish. ”

"Any wine?"

"There is wine, home-made, not a good wine. ”

"Yes. The ghost cried and got on the boat: "Go wherever it is lively." ”

A lively place, a good place to fish in troubled waters.

"Howler. ”

Ghost Cry didn't ask how much it cost, and the boatman didn't say.

Ghost Cry doesn't know how much it costs, but the boatman is experienced.

He knows that this type of person who walks the rivers and lakes is difficult to serve, but if he serves well, he is also happy to give money.

Devil Cry came to the bow of the boat and sat down at the small table.

The boatman yelled into the cabin: "Mother-in-law, prepare wine and food." ”

Then he untied the rope, propped up the bamboo pole, and left the shore.

It's cold at night, and there are a lot of people wearing cloaks.

However, the cloaks of those people were not as shivering as Devil Cry, and they were padded with animal skins, some white, some black, and some red, and they looked rich and graceful.

And then there's a lot of good manners.

Dressed in white, standing on the bow of the boat, holding wine and writing poems, he looks like a fairy.

However, with the eyes of the ghost crying, he could naturally see the trembling under this floating fairy.

There are a lot of small boats coming and going, but the lively ones are the building boats.

The lights are bright, the singing and dancing are jubilant, the drums and songs reveal laughter, and the wafting aroma of wine is intoxicating.

The ship's mother-in-law stepped out of the cabin, thin but steady.

He brought a plate of snacks and a jug of wine to the table, said slowly, and then retreated to the cabin.

After saying a few words, the boatman saw that the ghost cried and didn't want to speak, so he didn't say anything more, but rowed silently.

The boat floated quietly on the water, the sound of the water was particularly crisp, but in the brilliant lights, it seemed a little lonely.

The ghost cries in the cold wind, drinks hot wine, and occasionally eats two bites of dim sum to fill his stomach.

eyes, wandering over the passing ships.