The moon is full tonight, and the bright moonlight spreads over the land, and the night is peaceful and peaceful.

Whether it is the bright moonlight or the peaceful and peaceful night, it is clear that it does not belong to the battlefield.

Above the battlefield, the night fog was filled, the shadows wriggled, the battle flags fluttered, the remnants of the flames crackled and burned, and the billowing smoke was like a black pillar.

Out of nowhere, a cry was heard, and the wolf howl echoed, and a flock of crows fell, croaking, and pecking at the corpses that littered the ground.

The wind rises, and the crisp ringing of bells ripples with the wind.

A long knife was stuck diagonally in the pile of corpses, and the bell on the knife swayed from side to side. A well-fed crow landed on the hilt of the sword, bowed its head, and combed its swarthy feathers.

The crow seemed to sense something, and suddenly screamed and flapped its wings and flew straight into the night sky, a pale hand, stretched out from the pile of corpses, and grabbed the hilt of the knife.

Everything seems to be back to square one.

Ghost Cry crawled out of the pile of corpses, staggered to his feet, and covered his head, the wound on his head had healed somewhat, but the hat was gone.

He gave himself a knife, and suddenly there was a feeling of weakness in his body, hungry, really hungry.

The ghost cried and touched his body, relieved, it was not too bad, at least the elixir was still on his body, and he had not lost it.

After taking one healing pill and two more Bigu pills, the hunger gradually faded, but the symptoms of weakness and dry mouth were still not relieved.

This is a symptom of excessive blood loss and lack of water, and it can be recovered if you find water that you can drink and rest for a while.

Pulling his leg out of the pile of corpses and taking a few steps, Devil Cry suddenly bent down, picked up a tattered hat and put it on his head.

Quack......

More crows flew, and countless ghostly fires appeared, like stars in the sky. These are the eyes of beasts and monsters.

They were watching the ghost cry, inquiringly, to see if the man who had survived was weak.

Ghost Cry licked his dry lips, tried to walk a few more steps, and then, under a flag, leaned against the thick flagpole that was placed diagonally on the ground, and slowly sat on the ground, panting like a cow.

Hands and feet, are shaking. It seems that more blood has been lost in his body than he imagined.

His knife heals wounds quickly, but it can't replace lost blood.

The bell was still whispering, a gust of wind blew, the night fog faded a little, and a group of wild wolves approaching here at some point were revealed.

Ghost Cry raised his head slightly, and saw a pair of emerald green greedy eyes.

Looking at each other, the wolf in front of him fell down, let out a low roar in his throat, moved back two steps slightly, roared again, and then turned and disappeared into the night mist.

The other wolves hesitated slightly, and then left one after another.

The hand on the handle of the knife relaxed slightly, but it never left the handle.

Ghost Cry lowered his head again, the hat covered his face, and the whole person sat against the flagpole, but although he was sitting, the ankle of one leg was pressed under the hip, one leg was bent, and the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, which might burst out at any time, but it was a very difficult posture to provoke.

The sound of gnawing sounded in my ears one after another.

The ripples under his feet reverberated back and forth, and suddenly, Devil Cry sensed a sound in a pile of corpses fifty paces to his right.

He thought it was a corpse demon, but it turned out to be a living person who crawled out, just like him.

However, this living person is a member of the Wu clan, and looking at his height, he is only slightly taller than Ghost Cry, and he is obviously not an adult.

He was not as calm as a ghost crying, and as soon as he got up, he fled in a panic, screaming from his mouth.

This appearance was naturally targeted.

After he ran a few steps, he accidentally fell to the ground, and then, a shadow of light the size of countless mung beans rushed over, and he never got up again, screaming and struggling, and finally the screams became weaker and weaker until they disappeared.

It was a group of rats, but at this moment, it was the most terrible killer on the battlefield right now.

But in everything, there is always a mutual restraint.

A group of bouncing mountain spirits are obviously good rat catchers, they dig through the corpses, happily pick up weapons all over the ground, encounter the rats and are caught, gnaw off their heads, and then string the corpses together as dry food.

In such a terrible place, the ghost cried silently, waiting for the day to come. During the day, the danger of the battlefield will obviously be a notch lower.

Devil crying is obviously the right thing to do.

There are too many corpses on the battlefield, so there is no shortage of food for both the beasts and the youkai who come here. Devil Cry just showed that he had a posture that threatened them, and he passed the night smoothly.

Out of nowhere, there was a rooster crowing, and the Chang Geng star in the sky was very bright, even the moonlight could not deprive it of its brilliance.

Gradually, the sky turned white, the starlight disappeared, and only the moon hanging high in the sky was still struggling to support it.

When a ray of dawn shot into the earth, the ghost cry, who had been motionless for most of the night, finally understood at this moment.

He stood up with the flagpole on his feet, stretching his muscles slightly, and the bones in his body crackled and crackled.

As far as the eye can see, there is a desolation in front of me.

Bones, dust, black smoke, and shattered weapons were everywhere.

In this battle, both the human race and the Wu clan were losers, but they cheapened the land on this side.

In the spring of the coming year, the weeds on this land will surely be more abundant.

Ghost Cry unhurriedly took out the jade talisman from his arms, he wanted to make sure that the others were safe, and at the same time, he had to rely on the jade talisman to meet them.

On the jade talisman, several clear cracks made Ghost Cry's eyelids jump, and he carefully struck it twice with a flying knife: "Are you there?"

Soon, there was a response from the other side, and the jade talisman vibrated rhythmically.

It still works!

Just as the ghost was crying happily, there was a click, and the jade talisman shattered to the ground. The heart of the ghost crying was also shattered along with the jade talisman.

He breathed deeply, holding back his tyrannical mood, recalling the rhythm of the jade rune's vibration.

"Hello everyone, we are ......" This is the message from the other side, but at the critical moment, it is gone!

Click!

Ghost Cry slashed the flagpole behind him.

The edge of the knife trembled, to be precise, the hand of the ghost crying was trembling.

His cheeks squirmed, and it took a while for him to calm down.

"Where will they be?" Ghost Cry thought hard, looking around, trying to find Nangong Caiwei's traces, however, there was nothing in sight.

Now, he is faced with a dilemma.

Get out of here and head south, you might find them, but you might just miss them.

The other option is to stay here, maybe until they come to him, or maybe he never waits.

To the south, or - to stay!