Rumble!

The thunder rolled by, and the sound was so loud that it shook the sky.

However, in this small attic, it is faintly surprising, if it weren't for the ghost crying at the moment, I am afraid that I would not have heard it. It seems that the closed door of the small attic divides the inside of the small attic and the outside of the small attic into two worlds.

"Looks like I've arrived in a great place!"

Ghost Cry bit the fire fold like a cigar in his mouth, and slowly pulled out his knife.

"Whew!" Devil Cried puffed out his cheeks vigorously and blew on his breath. Suddenly, the light of the fire fold shook, and little sparks flew out, quickly occupying the room.

This is not an ordinary fire excerpt, it is indeed a useful little thing produced by the Shushan Mission Pavilion.

A dark shadow was frightened, screamed and fled away, and there was a noise at the top of the staircase, and then it was downstairs at once.

"Tsk!"

Devil Cry raised an eyebrow, and instead of immediately following, he leaned his scabbard against the door. Just now he tried it, and the Qiankun bag actually failed, this place is really interesting!

It's really inconvenient when the big mouth is not around.

Ghost Cry thought silently in his heart, then held the handle of the knife with both hands, and Yiyi moved his fingers, straightening and curling. When you get to the top of the stairs, climb the stairs. Feet crunching on the stairs.

As soon as I went upstairs, suddenly a tree root-like thing split in front of me, the ghost cry reacted quickly, slammed his head to the side, and the root of the tree draped on the wall, and suddenly, sawdust flew, and a big hole was broken in the wall.

Then, the wind and rain poured in, and the rumbling thunder was especially loud in the ears.

Soon, however, an invisible membrane was added to the hole, which cut the sound in half. There was a white light on the outside, and there was a slight flicker inside, and even the light was weakened.

Devil Cry stepped on the floor and looked at the writhing tree roots on the ground, and in an instant it was split by Devil Cry, and the fracture was charred and blackened, and a slow flame burned.

"I have a question. The ghost cried with a fire fold in his mouth, and the light of the fire shone on his face, which was exceptionally clear in the darkness, and a pair of narrow, long eyes were full of fierce light. As he spoke, the firelight trembled, and the sparks splashed out little by little, making his face cloudy: "Why did you deliberately provoke Shushan, isn't that asking for trouble?"

provoked Shushan, he thought at first that this stupid idea was made by King Chuan, and King Sichuan would indeed make such a stupid move. But in the past few days, the more I think about it, the more wrong it becomes. Because it was the group of wolf demons who did it, and they didn't seem to be at the behest of King Chuan.

There was silence in the attic, and the ghost cried sideways, never hearing the other person's voice: "Don't you answer, still can't speak, or is it some other reason?"

As his voice sounded again, he moved cautiously step by step. Suddenly, the door in front of him shattered, and a tree root whipped in. At the same time, the ghost cries sideways, and then swings the knife.

The roots of the tree clashed into the air, making a crunch sound. Then, with the flash of the sword, a flame rose up, and the roots of the tree were cut off at the waist, and the flames fell to the ground.

Ghost Cry felt the slightly numb tiger's mouth, looked at the roots of the tree twisted on the ground, and then looked at the raging flames at the fracture, and determined one thing.

The roots of the tree were not cut off by him. The roots of the tree were as strong as iron, and the arms of a child were thick, and his knife cut through the roots. The root of the tree was broken off by itself, because it was afraid of fire. The Devil's Crying Knife, fast enough to cut through the flames, has unknowingly become his nemesis.

Actually, so scared!

At the same time, it's not just about being afraid of fire.

The ghost cried half-kneeling, where his fingers touched. A layer of wood on the ground, with a special layer of wax on the outside, is very strong and slightly slippery, which is somewhat similar to resin to the touch.

He exhaled, and the spark erupted from the fire again, and the black shadow flickered again, and quickly disappeared into the devil's crying eyes.

Ghost Cry walked into the house, paused, bent down and took off his shoes, and walked in barefoot.

Under his feet, there is a layer of soft animal skin. They were spread flat on the ground, soft to step on, and the animal fur that had been processed and become extremely soft scratched the soles of the feet, which was very comfortable.

The surrounding walls and tops are covered with a layer of cloth, which looks very beautiful.

The windows had been opened, torrential rain had poured in, and large areas of animal skins had been wet, which was distressing.

Thunder rumbled, and everything was back to normal.

Did you escape?

The devil's ears moved, and suddenly, a knife slashed to the ground.

Rumble!

The flames soared into the air, forming a straight line on the ground, exactly where the long knife in Devil Cried's hand slashed.

Devil Cry exhaled again, and sparks flew out of the fire fold, and then were blown and shook by the wind in the rain.

However, the dark shadow never appeared.

Ghost Cry's lips cracked more and more, and Bai Sensen's teeth reflected the firelight, which was very penetrating.

"It's ...... back" The ghost's crying eyes revealed a cold light, the bell became more and more urgent, and the "jingle bell" overshadowed the sound of the rain: "Play with me!"

He stepped over the rising flames, stepped on the slightly moistened skin, took a light step, reached the bed, and slashed at the bed with a fierce sword.

Bite!

Sparks fly.

The ghost cried and raised his eyebrows, this bed was actually made of stone.

Rumble!

The quilt on the bed burned, and the heavy stone bed broke with a bang, and the floor shook.

As the quilt slid down, the bed was exposed. Actually, it's jade.

"Using jade as a bed is really a luxury. ”

The roots of the tree shot out from the corner behind Devil Cry, and the clothes on his body were torn apart in an instant, and then the roots of the tree stabbed the sturdy iron armor of the unjust soul.

"It hurts!"

The Iron Armor of the Soul let out a miserable scream, and the Ghost Cry turned sideways, and the roots of the tree slashed across the Iron Frame of the Soul, leaving a clear mark. With a single slash, the roots of the tree broke, writhing and struggling on the ground.

The flames began to spread, and the form of the Devil Cry became clearer.

He lifted his head and pushed his hat against it, revealing his long, narrow eyes, the light of which reflected the light of fire in his tiny pupils.

His gaze looked to the corner, where a woman stood generously.

Long hair, white clothes, barefoot. On the body, there is no half-point jewelry.

Her dress is the same as those female ghosts.

However, no one who sees her will think of her as a female ghost.

Devil Cry never thought that the enemy he faced would be such a woman. The temperament is gentle, the whole body is full of kindness, and those eyes are even more pure, like a baby.

The ghost cried fingers, straightened, and then bent one by one, he was a little, and he couldn't get his hands down.

Next to the woman, there was a flying knife nailed to the wall, and the handle of the knife trembled slightly.

Just now, Ghost Cry cut off the roots of the tree, and at the same time threw out this flying knife, which was the throwing knife that prevented her from running out of the door, so that Ghost Cry finally met her.

"It's not easy to see you. ”

As the ghost cried, he smashed the flames with one foot, and the flames rolled back, and his body was instantly burned by the flames.

Boom!