"Surprised, isn't it?" Ghost Cry held a throwing knife against his gaze at a zombie that was twenty paces away from him.

This zombie, without any characteristics, can only be described as ordinary.

He was in the zombie horde, not too tall, not too short, not too thin, not too fat, not too dirty, not too clean, not too young, not too old.

The uniform rickety body is lying down, and the uniform face is numb.

In this way, he is hidden in the zombie horde, so it is naturally difficult to be discovered.

However, when the ghost cried a high-pitched chorus and lost its balance, he was secretly happy in his heart, and he coveted the flesh and blood of the ghost cry.

However, Ghost Cry's strange behavior made him feel strange, and he actually stabbed himself with a knife, which was still such a vital point as his head.

Then Devil Cry stood up, like a straight flagpole in the wind, unaffected by the soprano chorus. He was shocked, and under the ups and downs, he finally showed his expression, and his stiff face was slightly panicked.

It's just such a little different, and I was discovered by Ghost Cry.

(Finally the (ー_ー)!! circle is back ）

"Don't pretend. Ghost Cry looked at the zombie who quickly regained his numb expression, and sneered: "I know you can understand my words, you are very smart, now please do what a smart zombie should do, come out and surrender!"

This zombie in front of him, in a way, is strong, in a way, weak, he relies too much on his companions, the more companions, the stronger it is, and the fewer companions, the weaker it is.

Now, the other zombies have lost their voices collectively because of the high pitch just now, and they can't help him anymore.

He is very weak now.

When the ghost cries, it is obviously taken as the wind in the ears. The other party is very confident, confident that his acting skills will not be discovered by Ghost Cry so easily.

The choir, having lost the largest arms sound, but still their number.

They came slowly, and their steps became heavier.

The ghost cried and sneered, pulled out the flying knife on his head, and shook it hard, and the flying knife turned into a little cold star.

Burst!

As the master of the zombie choir, he only had time to raise his arm before he was hit by a single blow from a throwing knife.

The knife almost hit him in the throat. Fortunately, he raised his hand in time, and the flying knife pierced through his palm.

He finally panicked, because Ghost Cry really found him, and he finally showed that he was different from other zombies.

He was fast, agile, and fled to the rear without looking back.

The other zombies have crossed in front of Ghost Cry, trying to block Ghost Cry's way.

Ghost Cry stomped on the ground heavily, hooked down with five toes, and grasped the ground, and then, the power burst out, and the explosive power of Ghost Cry was vividly highlighted at this moment.

Originally, the ripples that were invisible to the naked eye were so clear at this moment, rippling in circles, and the snow on the ground was also steamed.

It's like a blooming plum blossom, swaying in the cold wind.

Bang bang......

Plum blossoms bloom, and ghosts cry like ghosts.

The zombies that stood in the way were either cut in two, or simply knocked out directly.

This doesn't show how great Devil May Cry is, these zombies are not much better than the old man who is about to enter the ground.

"Where to run!" behind him, the ghost cried and shouted.

Ahead, ordinary-looking zombies are running for their lives.

He was like a dog, a dog that had been chased in a hurry, and after a fall, he didn't even get up at all, but crawled on all fours, and ran out of the camp with a wolf rush.

Rumble!

The knife behind him was like a thunderbolt, even in the bright moonlit night, it was particularly dazzling, making a thunderous rumbling sound, and the miserable white flames splattered out, and five or six zombies blocking the way flew out with fire all over their bodies.

The zombie in front of him ran more and more cheerfully, but it was obvious that he was inexperienced and turned back from time to time, making a big mistake.

Sure enough, when he looked back at the location of the ghost cry, he tripped over one of them carelessly, and even if he landed on all fours, it couldn't stop him from falling, and he rolled out like a rolling gourd.

Rolled out of the avenue, rolled on a steep slope, all the way down, until it rolled into a bamboo forest.

With a thud, he slammed into a thick bamboo, and the leaves and snowflakes fell.

"I said it, just let you surrender, what are you running for? ”

Just as he was dizzy, a pair of legs appeared in front of him, and the bright blade of the blade made his pupils shrink sharply.

"Hehe!" he spewed white gas from his mouth, raised his head, and looked at the man in front of him, his stiff face, with a look of despair and madness, and anger in his madness.

"Shushan, you must be the sword immortal of Shushan!" the zombie asked.

Ghost Cry bowed slightly: "Don't worry, my knife is fast, you won't be in much pain!"

The zombie's face became distorted: "You haven't died, how do you know?"

"I've died. Ghost Cry looked at the zombie in front of him calmly: "More than once, once happy, once painful." ”

As he spoke, Ghost Cry held the hilt of the knife with both hands, and the long knife was slowly raised.

The moonlight shone on the tip of the knife, and on the tip of the knife, a cold cold star bloomed, a little dazzling.

"Why. The zombie gritted his teeth: "Why didn't you show up last year, didn't you come here last year to kill demons, but waited until this year, until I became a demon in your mouth, then there was a demon slaying demons!!?"

If he was still alive, the cry at this moment, his forehead would have bloomed. He died, but his screams and shocks. He couldn't shed tears, but he did shed blood, drop by drop, sliding down his face.

The monster that suddenly appeared, killed him, killed their family.

He thought he was dead, and he was, but he came back to life, with hatred, he wanted to become stronger, he wanted revenge, so, just like the monster killed him, he went to hurt other people, to strengthen his strength.

But unexpectedly, the ghost cry appeared, brutally shattering everything.

Tonight, he only needed to make the people in both camps part of his choir, and he could go for revenge, but it was such a coincidence.

Thief God, damn thief God, is playing with him like this.

The ghost cried and looked at the heart-rending zombie, without anger or pity, but calmly told a fact: "I'm not a god, I can't control so much, all I can do is to reduce the loss, as for what happened to you, I can only say regret, because this is the catastrophe!"

The zombie looked sluggish, and Ghost Cry raised the knife to the highest.

"Wait......" The zombie seemed to have given up resistance, and said: "Go south, just at the Inuya Peak of Huya Mountain, there is a monster that looks like a human, but can fly away and suck people's blood, will you go and deal with it?"

"Thanks for the information, I'll go, then...... Die now!"

As soon as the words fell, the zombie raised its head violently, its throat bulging high, and the next moment, the voice would be bound into a sharp sword, piercing the ghost cry.

He has never given up resistance, revenge, and it is better to repay it with his own hands.

However, he never knew what a Devil Cry knife was.

The knife was faster than his reaction.

Before the voice came out of his mouth, the ghost cry had already turned around and left. The long knife in his hand has been inserted into his waist at some point.

What's going on?

Why did he leave?

Did you let me go?

The zombie was still thinking about this question when his voice got out of control and exploded inside him.

Rumble!

Several bamboos were blown off by the waist, and the hat above Ghost Cry's head was also blown crooked by the air waves.

He raised his hand to support the hat, and without looking back, behind him, several bamboos slowly fell.