Then, like a mad dog, Oni Cry wandered wildly around the village, slashing at anything he saw.

Then he found the boy under the skin of the female dog, the half-cut girl under the skin of the goose, a pair of twins from the skin of the pig, and minced meat less than the size of a fingernail from the cicada......

After going through so much, the big dark horse is no longer afraid, but helps.

It was not until dusk, in the raging flames, that these miserable little creatures were cremated.

Ghost Cry looked a little numb, he didn't know who was so crazy, since torturing these children like this, it was more hateful than killing.

Not only that, but another doubt filled his mind.

What about adults?

It was dark, and Devil Cried took advantage of the moonlight to collect the ashes.

There was a noise in the room, and the big black horse pricked up his ears and looked up into the room, and a figure flashed through the room.

Devil Cry put down the urn, lifted his feet and rushed into the house.

The room was dark and empty, and there was no human figure.

The big black horse also rushed in, looking around, a pair of big dark eyes full of doubts.

What about people?

Ghost Cry's hand touched the hilt of the knife, bowed slightly, and kicked open the bedroom door.

The bedroom was empty, and the bean-sized flames on the oil lamp swayed slightly.

Since there is no one in the bed, what about the bed!

Ghost Cry lowered his head violently, looked under the bed, and opened its mouth to face a snake.

Syllable!

The snake was pinched by the ghost cry for seven inches, and after looking at it, the non-venomous snake was thrown aside casually. The snake swam the wall and disappeared quickly.

Ghost Cry frowned, wondering in his heart: "Where are these adults hiding?"

"Who are you?"

There was a voice in the hall, and Ghost Cry turned around and rushed towards the hall, a middle-aged man carrying an axe with a vigilant face.

However, his current form is peculiar. It's translucent, and Devil May Cry can even see through him to the wall behind him.

"Who are you?" the ghost cried and asked, "Is it a human?" or a ghost. ”

The middle-aged man's eyes widened: "You are the ghost!"

And at this moment, Ghost Cry suddenly noticed that in his line of sight, those doors overlapped a little, especially the bedroom door, there was a translucent door that was tightly closed, and the opaque and more real door was opening widely.

The translucent door opened, and a translucent woman walked out: "Who are you?"

She was shocked and quickly grabbed the scissors in her hand.

The big dark horse was a little panicked because he overlapped with the woman.

Then, it felt a force that seemed to suck itself in.

Devil Cry slammed the knife and stabbed through the big black horse, and at the same time through the woman.

The big black horse got rid of the suction, and Ghost Cry hurriedly pulled the big black horse to the hall.

And the woman, startled, sat on the ground with her ass. However, she was unscathed, as Devil Cry's knife appeared to have pierced her, but it didn't actually touch her at all.

"You actually hurt my mother-in-law, I killed you. The middle-aged man slashed at Ghost Cry with an axe, and Ghost Cry got a block, and the axe passed through the knife and also through his body.

Then, Ghost Cry felt a force sucking on him. He hurriedly gave himself a knife, and the power disappeared.

Ghost Cry felt as if he had figured something out, turned and rushed out the door.

Outside, he saw an overlapping village.

Originally, most of the houses in the village were low-rise, but now, there are small buildings overlapping them.

The roads also began to overlap, and the originally bumpy path was topped with a layer of bluestone paved roads.

This scene is really terrifying.

The big black horse also rushed out of the house, and then his eyes widened in horror.

"It turns out that they didn't hide at all!" Ghost Cry remembered that during the day, he searched around like a mad dog, but he didn't find anything, he thought that these villagers were hiding, and now he realized that these villagers were not hiding at all, and they and himself were not in the same world at all.

However, although at two different times, the other world can obviously affect this world, so there are all kinds of strange scenes, obviously no one, but there are traces of human life everywhere in this village.

The scenery in front of me is really familiar, and Devil May Cry always feels like I've seen it somewhere.

Ghost Cry rode the big black horse and shook off the angry man, and walked aimlessly in the village, and after a while, the bell on the long knife rang loudly, and the villagers rushed out of the door one after another, rushing towards Ghost Cry.

Ghost Cry was slightly stunned, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "Da Hei, let's go, go to the ancestral hall." ”

He finally remembered that there was an ancestral hall in this village where a painting was enshrined. The scene in that painting is like a fairyland, exactly like the shadow overlapping in this village.

The villagers flew up, let out a terrible roar, and rushed towards the ghosts.

The big black horse ran wildly, exerted 12 points of strength, and rushed to the ancestral hall quickly.

Bang!

The door of the ancestral hall was slammed open, and the ghost cried and rushed in, and then the villagers rushed in, only to block the door in an instant, but the next moment, their faces changed drastically, and they did not dare to move.

The ghost crying knife was pressed against the enshrined painting, and sneered: "Who dares to take a step forward?"

Villagers, you look at me, I look at you, none of them dare to move, it seems that the ghost cry has grasped their vital point and made them very jealous.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on with all this?" Ghost Cry narrowed his eyes, the tip of his knife slashing across the painting.

"Don't!" the villagers hurriedly shouted, panicking.

"This uncle, don't. An old man squeezed through the crowd and threw his hands over and over again.

"Who are you?" asked Oni Cry.

"The old man's surname is Huang, his name is Taotao, and he is the village chief here and their patriarch. ”

Ghost Cry looked at the village chief surnamed Huang, and then nodded: "You come forward and tell me what's going on." ”

Village Chief Huang looked embarrassed and said, "Uncle, don't be embarrassed about the old age, the old man really can't be said." ”

"If you don't say it, I know that you must be living in this painting. As he spoke, Ghost Cry's eyes moved on the painting, and he smiled after seeing the payment: "But I didn't expect it, but it was the master of the ancestor of the earth immortals." ”

It turns out that this painting is from the hand of an immortal, no wonder it has such a peculiar effect that it can make people live in the painting.

"So, this painting was given to you by the Taoist of Wuzhuang Temple, isn't it?" asked the ghost crying in a cold voice.

The villagers didn't answer, but the ghost cry was already visible from their faces, but it seemed a little strange, but this painting was indeed the Taoist of Wuzhuang Temple, that is, the mountain gods in their mouths.

The ghost's crying tone became colder and colder: "Let me ask you a question, what about your children, who were taken away by the immortal chief who gave you the painting?"

"Not really. The village chief shook his head: "We hid it." ”

"Hidden, you?" Ghost Cry shuddered, "how did you hide them?" ”

"Can't say. The village chief hurriedly shook his head: "I told you, if the immortal chief knows, it will not be good." ”

The ghost cried and gritted his teeth, his eyes red: "If you don't say it, I know ......"