Enter the village and walk through the main entrance.

Unexpectedly, there were no corpses in the village, it was clean and quiet. At the same time, the way the guests are welcomed is also very welcoming.

After entering the village, he only took two steps when a person came out of the pyre.

Dry wood flew, a big gun appeared in the scattered firewood, stabbing head-on, the diamond-shaped gun head shot cold light, spun rapidly, and the red gun tassel bloomed like an umbrella.

Ghost Cry tilted his head back slightly, the hat was poked into a hole, the big gun stopped in front of him, the red tassel trembled, and after shrinking slightly, it was another stab, and he nodded his head and roared.

However, as soon as Devil Cry's hand was raised, the gun retracted and went straight to his chest again.

This marksmanship, one word: thief!

The gun is the king of a hundred soldiers, and that's it.

On the battlefield, it is the most important weapon of the soldiers, going straight forward, fighting for speed, courage, and luck.

And on the rivers and lakes, the big gun is thief, up and down, left and right, seeing the door coming, you raise your hand to block, he points to your knee, among all weapons, the most difficult to prevent, and the damage is great, the size is long.

At the same level, the gun is often the most dominant. The best way to deal with this thing is to have a strong enough shield.

However, on the rivers and lakes, it is rare to use a gun for many reasons, heavy and heavy, inconvenient to carry is one of them, and the other is overstretched in the face of complex terrain.

Now, however, neither of these problems exists. And there is no doubt that the man in front of him is very good at guns.

But alas, the gap between the two sides is too big.

Strength, speed, eyesight, flexibility, technique, etc., etc., the all-round gap has reached an unbridgeable level.

Syllable!

Ghost Cry raised the long knife in his left hand and shook it, and with his right hand, he grabbed the stabbing spear, took a half step back, and pulled it tightly.

The sneak attack warrior was slightly stunned, and then he reacted, and suddenly his white hair broke out in sweat. Ghost Cry grabbed this and got his seven inches.

In a hurry, he grabbed the gun and dragged it back.

The ghost didn't cry hard, and then he stepped forward and got close.

Bad!

The samurai with the hat and spear took three steps back, while Oni Cry took three steps forward and released the spear at the same time.

The samurai took the opportunity to regain their grasp of the big gun, however, it was too late. He took three steps back, and instead of shaking off the ghost cry, he was brought close to him.

It's over!

The samurai's heart ached: I'm sorry, Childe, Kuro goes first.

Dying and dying, Kuro turned the head of the gun upside down and hit it with the handle of the gun. Halfway through the action, he was hit on the side of his knee with one foot and immediately knelt on the ground.

The sound of drawing the knife sounded in his ears, and he fell into darkness with a pain.

"Kuro. Gorou, who was hiding behind the roof, had tears in his heart, but he didn't come out, motionless, like a stone.

The soles of the devil's feet sensed the earth, and at the same time, the bell rang, coupled with the powerful spiritual sense, if you want to sneak up on him, few people can do it.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he didn't put away the knife, but just stuck the scabbard at his waist and walked forward slowly, as if he was taking a walk.

He came to a house, and in this room, he sensed the presence of people.

Pushing open the door, a man was facing him, the bow in his hand bent into a full moon.

Ghost Cry was still pushing the door with both hands, and he had already loosened the strings. Before Ghost Cry could withdraw his hands, the cone-headed arrow was already in his chest.

However, the ghost cry lowered his head and opened his mouth to bite, and the cone arrow was held in his mouth, and the four front teeth were stubbornly resisted, and a huge force suddenly spread up, but unfortunately the ghost cry's teeth were so good that ordinary people's teeth were broken, and the ghost cried unscathed.

However, there was more than one person in the house, and the purpose of archery had been achieved. He is just a bait, and the real killer weapon is hiding overhead.

Not on the beams, but on the door.

Erlang, although she is called Lang, is actually a woman, and among all her brothers and sisters, she is said to have the best light skills. Da Lang is everyone's eldest brother, and she is everyone's eldest sister.

She leaned on the tip of one foot against the door, clasped her fingers over the gap, and twisted her body like a gecko lying on top of the door. With a short knife handle in his mouth, the blade is quenched.

Ghost Cry almost didn't find her, this is indeed a dead end, even if it is an old river like Ghost Cry, it is often ignored here, because this is really not like a Tibetan place.

And Tjuro, who was used as a bait, shot an arrow, and successfully made Oni Cry lower his head. Ghost Cry doesn't have eyes on the back of his head, so he can't see her at all. And she herself is hidden in the shadows, so there is no way to spot her through the shadows cast.

For assassination, she is gifted.

However, it's a pity that she doesn't have demonic energy, she can't "Turtle Breath Technique", although she tries to hold her breath, she can't stop her heartbeat.

The sound of a heartbeat, even if she is very close to the ghost crying, the ghost crying is not heard on weekdays.

But it's a pity that when he entered this room, Ghost Cry had already enhanced his hearing with "Heart and Eye" for the first time, and he just happened to hear it at such a distance.

The gap between the two sides has created the current situation, just like the Templars going to sneak attack the Hawkeye assassins, no matter how good the plan is, they can't resist the other party's hanging.

Twelvero threw away his bow and arrows, turned and ran towards the back door. Ghost Cry raised his feet and stepped over the threshold, carrying a knife to chase after him. And at this moment, Jiro dropped his upper body in the posture of hanging the golden bell upside down.

She is rare without a hat, her long hair has been cut off ruthlessly, her beautiful face is expressionless, her slender gooseneck and water snake-like posture are perfectly displayed, and when she turns her head, she will scratch the ghost with a poisonous blade and cry.

This trick is really breathtaking, it can be called the limit of mortals, almost perfect, neither fast nor slow, and it does not even bring the slightest wind.

However, the moment Ghost Cry found her, her move was already doomed to failure.

Ghost Cry, who was running forward, suddenly replied, and his free hand easily bypassed the poison blade, grabbed her throat, and ripped her off the top.

She let go of her mouth, tilted her head slightly, threw out the poison blade short knife, caught it with one hand, and wanted to resist.

However, one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time.

No sooner had she done this than she saw Devil Cry's sharp eyes, and then, with intense pain, plunged into darkness.

"Big sister!"

The impulsive Twelve-Lang did not run away and rushed back, carrying two axes.

An axe is thrown head-on and is caught by Ghost Cry.

Another axe slashed at him, and the handle was severed with a single blow.

Boom!

Half of the axe was stuck in the door, and Twelvero saw that the axe he had just cried like a ghost was rapidly enlarging in front of his eyes.

Bang!

Twelve's body fell to the ground, and he and Erlang, separated by the threshold, one on the outside and the other on the inside.

Through the feedback of the bell, combined with the sensing of the ground by the soles of his feet, Devil May Cry already knew that this house was empty, and retreated, and he walked over to another house.

He used a stupid method, searching inch by inch, and he could always find out the thousand-faced man.

When the time comes......

The ghost clenched his fist hard, clicking, and the bones rattled. For this pretending to be a criminal, Ghost Cry was very unhappy in his heart, facing him, he didn't hide, he still looked like he was winning in front of him, and he was a sick man in style, and after catching him, Ghost Cry wanted to ask him who gave him this courage.