These days, Cai Wei is not at home during the day. She went to Nangong Woman's house, learned swordsmanship under Nangong Woman, stayed all day, and didn't return until evening. Ghost Cry felt a little unaccustomed, but he quickly left it behind.

Because, after buying a lot of salt, Devil May Cry began to run out of money, and he wanted to make money, so he began to take jobs.

On the shore of West Lake, because of that major event, the follow-up turmoil caused by it was not small. The Xu family held a funeral for Xu Xian, but it was not grand. The people on the shore of West Lake have completely lost their original enthusiasm for Baohetang, and the reputation of Baohetang for many years has also been burned.

During Xu Xian's funeral, none of the surrounding neighbors came, and everyone was doing the funeral, stretching for a whole street.

The smoke of the incineration of corpses every day permeated the entire street, and the paper money blown up by the wind was all over the street.

In recent days, it has been much better, but at night there are often strange noises, disturbing people's peace. And the ghost cryed, and the job he received was to investigate the matter.

At night, the doors of every house are closed, and there is no bustle at all. The ships did not dare to dock here, so they went around far away. The sound of the buzz in the distance came here, and it seemed that the place was becoming more and more silent.

There is no moon in the night sky, and the stars are shining.

Under the starlight, a man and a horse came to this street. This person is a ghost crying, wearing a hat and a hat, and wearing iron armor for the soul. This horse is a big dark horse, and he eats Cheeduo every day, but he is still so thin.

The wind blew, and the ashes and remnants of paper money rolled on the ground, and as soon as the wind blew, it drifted into the air.

Devil Cry lowered the brim of his hat, blocking the oncoming black ash and white paper money. The wind was howling, and there was a faint cry. The bell "jingle bell" rings, not in a hurry, clear and melodious. The willow tree swayed slightly, like a group of demons waving their teeth and claws, and rattling.

The atmosphere is very weird and makes people hairy. This street is completely no longer as prosperous as it once was, and now it seems that it is clearly a ghost street.

Ghost Cry held the oiled paper bag containing peanuts in one hand, picked up a peanut in the other, threw it into his mouth, and bit it with a "click". Then, he picked up another one and threw it behind him. The big black horse raised his head and caught the peanut, chewed it with a click, and then snorted. Take a few quick steps and keep up with Ghost Cry.

A terrible scream suddenly sounded in the night sky, and the bell instantly rushed to the ground. Devil Cry's ears moved, and he turned and drew the long knife that had been placed in the saddle, and rushed out towards the place where the cry had come.

Bang!

Ghost Cry kicked the door open, and the door frame was torn apart with great force, and the entire door collapsed. Ghost Cry stepped on the door and walked in, and the whole hall was white.

Countless white cloths hung down from the beams of the house, and hung the whole hall as if they didn't need money. The wind poured in along the open doorway, and in the whimpering wind, countless white cloths fluttered, and a white shadow that almost merged with the white cloth flashed.

In an instant, the ghost cried, and he shot out like an arrow, and the long knife slashed horizontally.

The neatly cut white cloth fluttered wantonly, and the ghost cry had come to the other end of the hall, and there was nothing but a few tablets in front of him.

Call!

Suddenly, the table with several tablets shook violently. Then the demon wind blew violently, and the paper money in the iron basin suddenly rushed out, like countless white doves spreading their wings and flying, rushing out of the door.

Devil Cry lowered his head and blocked the crazy paper money with his hat, and waited until the wind stopped before he raised his head. The tablet was already staggering, and even one of the tables fell to the ground.

There was blood, spilling out from under the table, and everywhere it spread was red.

Ghost Cry stepped forward quickly, lifted the hanging tablecloth, and a plain white woman curled up at the bottom of the table, her hair scattered, her eyes wide open, and her face full of horror.

Devil Cry bent down and got inside, his fingers ruffling the woman's hair, exposing her neck. At the neck, two rows of biting flesh teeth were bleeding uncontrollably. There is demonic energy attached to the wound, which not only makes the wound unable to heal, but also makes the blood all over the body gather in this direction. The injury was so obvious that Oni Cry couldn't imagine anything else but the corpse demon.

Looking at the tooth marks, Ghost Cry has basically determined that this corpse demon is likely to be an adult man before his death, or it is a woman who is tall and has a very big mouth.

Ghost Cry retreated again, his eyes looking around, and the soft chime of the bell told him that the corpse demon had not left the room yet. Most likely, he was watching himself in the shadows.

The knife pointed to the ground, and the ghost cried and dragged the knife, and slowly walked towards the door. He could vaguely feel the location of the corpse demon, but he didn't know exactly where he was. This corpse demon is obviously very good at hiding, and if you really want the ghost to cry in such an environment to find it, I'm afraid it will take a long time. So, he decided to seduce the corpse demon to take the initiative.

What is the most alluring thing for the corpse demons? is the blood flowing in the veins. And the way to obtain blood in the veins is, naturally, to attack the owner of the blood. There is always a problem that those lone hunters in nature can't get rid of, that is, they like to sneak attack, especially the prey that has their back to them.

The ghost cried his feet and stepped on the door panel. The sound of "bang" echoed in the hall. And at this moment, those slightly swaying white cloths suddenly raised, and a stiff face with a pale glow of blue suddenly appeared.

Oni Cry turned sharply, and then, the stiff face that was rapidly approaching stopped in front of him. The two faced each other, quietly staring at each other. The stiff face opened its mouth, revealing sharp teeth. Devil Cry raised his hand and lowered the brim of his hat, and adjusted his hat slightly, covering his narrow eyes.

A slender line appeared on the stiff-faced body, and this line, from his left shoulder to his right ribs, ran through his body, slanting his body in half.

His upper body slowly slid down, revealing a fracture that was as smooth as a mirror. There was no blood spurting out, and the fracture was extremely smooth, and at the same time, as if it had been fried in a red-hot iron pot, the meat at the fracture was actually cooked, emitting green smoke, exuding a little meat fragrance.

Ghost Cry's hand trembled slightly, and the narrow blade shone red.

It turned out that just when the ghost cried back, he had already slashed a knife. This knife was so fast as lightning that the corpse demon didn't react at all, and before he even saw the knife, he was robbed of life by a knife.

This fierce knife is by no means the knife of the windward knife. This knife is like Yang An's peak battle, killing people with a sword.

After that breakthrough, the mark of the windward knife faded from Ghost Cry little by little, and now, the knife used by Ghost Cry is no longer a windward knife at all, but a knife that belongs to Ghost Cry himself. This knife has the fierceness of Yang An when he was young, the old judgment of Yang An after marriage, and the will of Luo Kai who crawled out of hell. The combination of the three actually made this knife cut out the flames.