With powerful assistance behind him, the ghost crying style of play began to become unrestrained, a long knife opened and closed, broke the hand, broke the foot, and in a piece of limbs flew sideways, and three ghosts left incomplete corpses, either soaring into the sky or into the ground.

Taking a breath, he took a step back, dodged a hoe, set up an axe, and with a bang, cut off an arm holding a kitchen knife, and the ghost cried and quickly counted: "Twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven." ”

Kiss!

The wooden fish was knocked for the third time, and the surrounding scene became more and more distorted and chaotic, the real and the unreal were intertwined, and the slides were constantly flickering.

Taking advantage of the fact that this group of ghosts and monsters stiffened because of the sound of wooden fish, the ghost cry actually rushed directly into the group of people (ghosts), and with a turn of the long knife, he slashed in all directions.

Five heads rose to the sky, and five fountains gushed wildly.

In the sky, it was raining slowly, blood-red rain.

A drop of blood fell from the brim of his hat, and a cold number came out of the devil's crying mouth: "Twenty-two!"

The goblins from all directions, screaming in anger, pounced on them together.

At the same time, behind him, the old drunkard shouted: "Ghost cry, get out of the way." ”

Devil Cry lowered his head, threw himself to the left, and rolled through the gap through the encirclement.

The old drunkard suddenly rushed up, his cheeks and throat bulging high, like a huge toad.

He jumped into the air, and then a fire dragon was spat out of his mouth, roaring and rushing into the middle of a group of goblins.

Boom ——!!

With a loud bang, a blazing wave burst out from among the goblins, centered on the bursting flames, and the mutilated limbs burned with flames and scattered in all directions like exploding fireworks. The ghost, which was originally rushing towards this direction, flew out as if it had been hit head-on by a truck.

Before Devil Cry could stand up, he felt a loud bang that nearly burst his eardrums, and then a wave of heat slapped his back and pushed him forward.

A dazzling red light lit up in the night, tearing through the darkness. More than a dozen phantoms rose into the sky, scurrying around like headless flies.

At this moment, the wooden fish was struck for the fourth time.

Kiss!

The phantoms of the headless flies flying above their heads trembled slightly, and then disappeared as if they had been erased by an eraser.

And all around, those houses and buildings are even more shattered, and countless fragments are scattered in the sky, floating and moving.

In the village, ruins and graves loom in the background.

And around, in those fields, grass seedlings and weeds alternate with each other.

The ghost cried and turned over and stood up, ignoring the grass and soil full of mouths, glanced at the place where the explosion occurred, and then slashed the ghost that fell beside him with a knife, looked at a sky-high phantom, and said, "Eight!"

Fragments of limb that burned with flames fell from the sky, crackling and falling around, smoke rising into the air, and then being blown away by the night wind.

At the other end, the old drunkard landed, took a few steps backwards, and sat on the ground with his butt, his face was red and white, and after exhaling a puff of black smoke, he returned to normal.

But it seems that if you want him to continue fighting, I'm afraid it won't work.

He picked up the extinguished wine gourd, poured it into his mouth, and then smiled and cried to the ghost, "Boy, it's up to you next." ”

Ghost Cry nodded, flashed a firewood knife, and the ghost holding the kitchen knife passed him.

Quickly turned around and slashed at his back.

Cutting flesh and bones, his back exploded violently, and the crowded undigested food in his belly spurted out.

Devil Cry circled to his side for a moment, dodging the gushing filth.

"Seven!" the ghost cried and read, looking at another rushing ghost, he took a half step back, held the chiseled scythe, and instantly pulled out the short knife at his waist with his left hand, and wiped his neck with a knife, and staggered past him, facing another ghost rushing madly.

Behind him, the blood of the ghost, whose neck had been wiped, gushed out, and he knelt on the ground, and a phantom let out a terrible scream, abandoning the corpse and burrowing into the ground.

"Six. ”

Ghost Cry looked coldly at the six remaining ghosts, licking his lips, wondering where to get the knife.

After these goblins take possession of the corpse, they have a lot of strength and speed, but that's it. In terms of their skills, they are not even as good as a punch, although there are many people, they can't do much harm to Ghost Cry.

Until now, Ghost Cry has been rubbed by a sickle, and there is only a shallow scratch on the back of his hand, which is even worthy of breaking the skin, and there are not a few drops of blood.

At this moment, the six ghosts in front of him, four of them, the ghosts cry are all clear memories.

The first is the old village chief, who looks like an old man himself, and the corpse he occupies is a young scholar, who looks a little handsome, but his consistent style, with a big belly, is very incongruous.

Secondly, Wang Tuberculosis and Wang Chen Couple, Wang Tuberculosis Ghost itself is thin and weak, but the corpse occupied is a big man with a shape of nearly eight feet. Wang Chen is a very charming woman, and the body she occupies is a woman in her twenties, and the image she first appeared in front of Ghost Cry was beautified, so she could still recognize it.

In the end, it was the young man who drove away the child at the beginning and talked to the ghost crying, but he was the same on the outside. But it's still like that, it's very incongruous with a big belly.

There were only two left, one was a middle-aged woman, but she occupied the body of a fat man, which had a big belly and was not incongruous. And the remaining one was an old peasant, who occupied the body of an elderly scholar.

Ghost Cry didn't rush to do it, and they didn't dare to do it. Although the ghost cry can only destroy the corpse they occupy, it will not do anything to them, but once they leave this corpse, the monk's wooden fish will be fatal.

The old village chief took a breath and pulled a smile on his face: "Actually, we can talk, if you really kill us, you will be in big trouble." ”

"Do you know why I'm not in a hurry to do it at this time?" Ghost Cry suddenly asked, carrying the knife on his shoulder.

The old village chief was stunned for a moment: "Why?"

The ghost cried and cracked his mouth, and the bright red flesh grew snow-white teeth, and the snow-white teeth flashed with cold light: "Because, I'm waiting for ......"

Bo ——!

The wooden fish was knocked for the fifth time, and the scene that kept flickering in front of him suddenly paused, and finally divided the main and secondary.

Surrounded by ruins, weeds, and undulating mounds of graves surrounded them, their ashes were buried under them.

Those fields were not fields, but weed-filled plains, with no staggered fields and no green seedlings that were growing well.

Everything became illusory, like green smoke, as if it was about to drift away with the wind at any moment.

And the six ghosts in front of him, the body also twisted and fell into stiffness.

The ghost cried out, like black lightning, and the long knife slashed directly through the necks of the two ghosts, and the heads fell to the ground, and the filth erupted, forming two swaying columns of water.

The ghost cries without stopping, and the whole person spins like a spinning top. A single move swept in all directions, and a bright silver circle of light surrounded the ghost cry, passing through the three ghosts without hindrance.

At this moment, the old village chief finally came to his senses. However, it was already too late.

Devil Cry clenched the long knife in both hands and raised it high above his head. The old village chief Empress Cang retreated, and only half a step back, the long knife had already been chopped.

In an instant, his eyes were occupied by snow-white sword light.

Then, he lost control of the corpse, and as he watched, Ghost Cry slashed through the corpse's skull, all the way down like a bamboo, directly to the chest, and the ribs were split one after another.

The corpse fell to its knees, the split ground tilted to the sides, like a bean sprout, and the blood shot straight backwards along the blade, leaving a long straight line on the ground. Undigested filth mixed with blood rushed to the sky, like a high-pressure water cannon spraying water.

The long knife paused slightly, no longer went down, was pulled out by the ghost crying lightning, turned around and left, and behind him, there was a bunch of rickety red, green and yellow fountains.