General Qian and Li Qing's actions caused Ghost Cry to be vigilant, cheered up twelve points, and sent Big Mouth out.

At night, there was silence.

The sky darkened, but no strong wind struck, and crystal snowflakes fell from the sky and fell into the sea, where they were melted by the water.

The cold wind poured in through the window, and the sleeping ghost cried and rolled over and looked out the window: "It's snowing?"

At this time, it is still autumn. But why, it snowed so early, could it be due to geography?

Ghost Cry was a little puzzled.

Looking down at the big black horse, the big black horse lying on the ground was still asleep, and seemed to feel the cold, so he lowered his head and put the quilt on his body.

I don't know what the reason is, it stands to reason that the queen of becoming a demon should be more resistant to cold, but this guy has become more and more afraid of the cold as the demon qi has become deeper.

However, Ghost Cry guessed that it was probably not afraid of the cold, but that it began to become picky as it became smarter and smarter.

The next morning, it was colder than yesterday.

The big mouth came back and twisted its body to tell the ghost to cry that it didn't get a chance to get close, and the guys were wary.

The ghost couldn't help but groan, so vigilant, it seemed that something was really wrong.

Walked onto the deck and practiced his sword skills against the cold wind. There are a lot of onlookers, they all know the ability of ghosts to cry, and they are eager to learn a thing or two.

Ghost Cry generously let them see, each of his knives is just the foundation, and the amazing knife skills are because of their own strength, not because of what they have learned.

After breakfast, I returned to the house with a bucket of grilled fish.

Today, the big dark horse didn't go out. Lie there and wrap your body tightly in the quilt. However, the quilt is covered by people, compared to the huge body of the big black horse, it looks much smaller, it covers the head in front, only the nostrils are exposed and sprays white gas, and the back exposes the entire buttocks.

This looks very funny.

"It's time to eat. The ghost cried and threw the bucket to the ground, and the big black horse reluctantly showed half of his head, sniffed vigorously, snorted, and then turned over, covered himself with the quilt, and paced slowly, to the side of the bucket, and bowed his head to eat the fish.

The ghost cried and shook his head: "You are a lazy person, so lazy, and so greedy, why are you still so thin?"

The big black horse snorted dissatisfiedly, shook his head, and wrote two words on the floor with his hooves - "hibernation".

Ignoring the big dark horse in hibernation, the ghost cried and knocked on the door next door, unfortunately, the white bird was also in hibernation.

The big black horse was comfortable, and after eating and drinking, he took a nap in the bed.

However, General Qian and the others were in a hurry to die. They had planned to sneak into the Devil's Cry room through the window through the outer wall of the ship, try to steal a little Devil's Cry hair or something, and then ask someone to help Devil Cry curse.

The spell is difficult to prevent, and even if the ghost cry does not die, it will definitely shed a layer of skin. When the time comes, they will be sure of it again.

Who knows, the horse suddenly became lazy, and did not want to leave the room, so that they had no idea what to do.

Another peaceful day, early in the morning, the fleet stopped on a small island called Green Hill Island.

The island has a harbour, and near the port, there is a fishing village. The island is not big, it is more than ten miles in radius, and there is a hill surrounded by green trees in the middle, hence the name.

The day warmed up slightly, and the ghost cried the zongzi wrapped in a big black horse with a quilt and rope, which led it out.

"Brother Ghost Cry, why do you have to come out, there is really nothing to visit on this island. ”

The flotilla stopped here only to replenish food and water and leave in the afternoon. It's cold now, and Shiratori can't wait to stay in bed all the time. But Ghost Cry insisted on asking him to come out, and he was helpless, who called Ghost Cry to be the gold master.

Seeing that the ghost was indifferent to his words, Shiratori said again, "What's more, we don't seem to be safe now, right?"

Ghost Cry nodded: "Looks like you're aware of it too." ”

"The atmosphere is not quite right. Shiratori touched his head: "I'm still very sensitive to this aspect." ”

"That's why I called you out. Ghost Cry narrowed his eyes that weren't big: "Otherwise, how could they have a chance." Okay, don't complain, let's find a warm place to stay for a while, have lunch and then go back to the boat. ”

......

In the cabin, in front of the door of the Devil's Cry, two figures appeared, one of them knocked on the door, listened intently, and there was no movement inside.

The other looked a little impatient and said, "I told you everything, they got off the boat, I saw it with my own eyes." ”

The man who knocked on the door looked patient: "Where's the waistband?"

The impatient voice sounded again: "Don't worry, I've paid attention, and I'll wrap it around the scabbard." ”

"Are you sure?"

"Sure, hurry up. ”

The other nodded, no longer hesitated, picked the lock, and was about to push the door in.

"Wait, what do you think this is?"

The door was only halfway open, and a long strand of hair connected the door to the door frame, and as soon as the door was opened a little bigger, the hair would break.

"Haha! It didn't take much effort to get there. One of them took off the strand of his hair, put it away, and then plucked the hair of the person next to him, causing the other to be furious: "Why don't you pull out your own hair?" ”

"It's not that I'm in a hurry to deal with him. ”

"Hmph. With a cold snort, the hallway fell silent again.

He put his hair on, and then carefully closed the door.

"Not going in?"

"The things you want are already in hand, what are you going to do in there, let's go." The excitement in his voice could not be concealed.

However, they didn't notice that under the bed, a trouser belt poked its head out slightly.

......

In a fishing village, a fisherman's home.

Ghost crying, white birds, and big black horses, sitting around a table. Drinking mulled wine, eating side dishes and fruits.

On the side, it is a brazier which burns warmly. The doors and windows in the house are closed, warm and comfortable.

In this fishing village, most families have the habit of receiving guests, and of course, it costs money. Ghost Cry is a local tyrant, and he brought a lot of silver when he went out, so he was not short of money, and spent a sum of money to make the two of them live very comfortably.

The wine was hot, the white bird was sweating on his forehead, his clothes were open, and it was cold outside, but now he felt a little hot: "What's going on with the big mouth today?"

In the past, at this time, the big mouth was very lively.

The ghost cried and laughed, "Who knows, maybe it's cold, right?"

"That's not right!" Shiratori said suspiciously, "It was colder yesterday, and the big-mouthed guy didn't know where to find an ice cube, so he stuffed it into my quilt, so Ghost Cry brother, can you take care of it......"

The waistband of the trouser wrapped around the scabbard remained motionless, indifferent to Shiratori's words.

The belt of the trousers is the waist of the pants, and the stupidity just can't tell the difference.

Back in the cabin, at the door, Devil Cry removed the strands of hair, pinched his fingers, and a smile hung on the corners of his mouth.

Although he was in a hurry, the ghost cried but did not let go of his practice.

"Ten Years of Sharpening a Sword", "Heart Eye Technique", "Turtle Breath Technique", Ghost Crying is a daily practice. Among them, as "Heart and Eye Technique" became more and more sophisticated, his five senses became stronger and stronger.

Now, he could tell that this hair was different from his own, and Ghost Cry held this hair in his hand: "I want to see, who are you?"

Shiratori was just about to go back to the room, and when he saw this scene, his brows furrowed slightly, and he reminded by the way: "Brother Ghost Cry, it's better to change a thread next time, don't use your hair, it's not a good habit." ”

"Hmm. Ghost Cry nodded, and then stopped Shiratori, who wanted to go back to the room: "Brother Shiratori, come in and sit down." ”

"No, I drank a lot of alcohol today and wanted to sleep. ”

"Come in and sit down. Ghost Cry accentuated his tone.

The white bird looked cold, cold sweat broke out on his back, looking at the ghost crying sharp eyes, it was inevitable that his heart was bumpy, could it be ......

Shiratori's face was ugly, and he followed the ghost into the room.

Bang!

The door closed, and the white bird trembled, crying slightly: "Brother Ghost Cry, don't be impulsive, Da Hei is still there?"

"What did you say?" Ghost Cry wondered, "What's wrong with Big Black?"

The big black grinned, his mouth was close to the white bird's face, and his huge nostrils were spewing hot air, as if to say, "yes, what's wrong with me?"

Shiratori dodged for a moment and pushed away Big Black's head: "That's not what you mean?"

"What are you thinking?" Ghost Cry didn't understand Shiratori's brain circuit, and he simply said, "I need your favor?"

Shiratori watched the ghost cry and approached, covering his back: "You say." ”

Devil Cry took out the hair, "Do you know anyone who is good at spells?"

Hearing this, Shiratori breathed a sigh of relief: "There are no people, there is one ghost, and it is on this boat." ”

"There's a ghost on board?"

"There are not only ghosts, but also all kinds of demons and monsters, but there are very few people. Why, do you have something to do with those guys who are good at spells? They're not easy to deal with. ”

Ghost Cry handed the hair to Shiratori, who wondered, "Isn't this your hair, what are you doing for me?"

He saw Devil Cry take this hair off the door, and naturally thought that this was a small mechanism that Devil Cry had installed on the door to warn, as long as the hair was broken, it would prove that someone had opened the door, a very practical small mechanism.

"It's not my hair. Ghost Cry laughed and said, "My hair has been replaced." ”

"What?" Bai Bird was shocked, hair, nails, and blood, on the sea, especially on a ship with mixed fish and dragons, could not be thrown away casually, once it was obtained by people with ulterior motives, the harm was unimaginable.

"It doesn't matter. The ghost cried and said that he was very calm, and he had two layers of insurance. Evil thoughts are unreasonable, restraining illusions and spells against souls, and Dawn Divine Light is even more unreasonable, helping him resist all spells that are directly aimed at him.

So in the face of spells, Devil Cry is not as empty as others.

"How can it be okay. Shiratori looked very anxious, he looked at the hair in his palm, and had an idea: "Brother Ghost Cry, I understand what you mean, you mean that we will take the lead and put a spell on each other, right?"

"Hmm. The ghost cried and nodded.

"I'll do it, but ......," Shiratori said embarrassedly, "that ghost is very greedy, and he has less money, so he can't impress him." ”

"I see. The ghost cried and nodded, he turned around and took out a knife from his luggage, a sharp knife, which looked like a good knife: "What do you think of this knife?"

"Good knife!" Shiratori pulled out his knife, and suddenly fell in love with it.

This sharp knife is gorgeously decorated, the texture of the blade is like lightning, the knife edge is sharp, and you can faintly smell a smell of blood, it is a rare good knife.

Naturally, it's a good knife, not a good knife, how can the ghost cry be carried.

This knife was one of the two knives taken from the loot on that rainy night, after the Devil Cry fell from the sky and attacked and killed the demon named Bao'er.

The other knife is naturally the demon knife used by the demon. However, the demon knife and the Devil Cry genus do not match, the Devil Cry can use the dawn divine light to suppress it strongly, and it will only be honest for a while, and it is not as good as the long knife in the hand.

In addition, after the long knife has been used for a long time, it is inevitable that there will be feelings, and the long knife and Ghost Cry have some mysterious connection, as long as the long knife is not completely destroyed, Ghost Cry will not change weapons.

So the scimitar has been in the package, and Ghost Cry didn't plan to take it out during this time, and almost forgot about it.

"Do you think this knife can please him?" asked Oni Cry.

"Naturally. Shiratori affirmed: "When he was alive, he was also a man who was obsessed with knives. ”

To be precise, most of the men in the country of Wandao are obsessed with knives. After all, the knife is their job and their future.

People are superstitious that the better the knife, the more good luck it will bring them. And this custom gradually spread, and eventually, the entire East China Sea became accustomed to using sharp knives of this standard.

The ghost cried, "Please." ”

Shiratori patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, leave it to me." ”

The bottom floor of the cabin was even more dirty, dark and dull, with a pungent fishy smell.

This is not a place for ordinary people to stay, and ordinary people do not consciously come here, no matter how poor they are, no matter how cheap it is, they are willing, and a dozen people crammed into a small room are not willing to come here.

Come here, it's not a matter of sending death, it's about delivering food.

Shiratori arrived here alone, he was not scared by the atmosphere here, and he was very calm. In his opinion, although it was dangerous, it would kill him.

Of course, there will be some suffering. But as long as it's not fatal, he's not afraid.

A large hand suddenly reached out from the darkness on the side, grabbed the white bird, and dragged him into the shadows.

The next moment, Shiratori suddenly appeared in a strange room and was thrown to the ground. The room was covered with white cobwebs, and a miserable green ghost fire swayed in the air.

"Hey, look what I caught, delicious human flesh, quack, quack, quack......"

Shiratori lay on the ground, let out a muffled grunt of pain, twitched twice, rolled over, and retched.

In a moment just now, he seemed to have turned 100 times in place, and now the sky is spinning, and it is very uncomfortable.

A monster with eight hands strode close to him, and Shiratori raised his hand violently: "Wait, you're sure you want to eat me." ”

"Why don't you eat the food that came to your door?" the youkai wondered.

"You sniff first, sniff carefully. The monster sniffed, and his expression suddenly changed greatly: "Dog's Day Demon Pill!"

Shiratori smiled proudly: "Before I came, I took a bath with the water of the Demon Pill. ”

Speaking of this, a trace of flesh pain flashed on Shiratori's face, and he continued: "And you take a closer look and see who I am?"

"Shiratori, it's you shitty guy. The eight-handed youkai took a step back with a look of disgust: "Why aren't you vile and shameless guy dead?"

Shiratori retched twice, cheered up, looked around, and said with a smile: "Zhu Bahei, it's you." Just right, look what's under my clothes. ”

As he spoke, he took out a fist-sized porcelain vase: "You say, how about I smash this thing on the ground?"

The eight-handed monster's expression changed drastically: "Wait, what do you want to do?"

The porcelain vase that the white bird caught: "I have something to find six fingers." ”