The world outside the car window had completely darkened, and the glimmering car was flying among the weeds like a lost firefly. Finally, when the sun set and the stars sank, the bumps along the way slowly stabilized.

"Where is this?" El's thoughts were still chaotic, mixed with sorrow, like a young beast lost in the night.

"Al, get out of the car, let's rest before we go. The old coachman got out of front of the carriage, his voice a little old but still loud.

"Good. Al agreed, rubbing his aching eyes.

The car stopped on a small hillside in the middle of the forest, the moonlight like water like the magic of the elves softly sprinkled on the ground, and not far away was a small village, and a little light could be faintly seen. At first glance, it was warm and cold, and the breeze in the forest was a little cool, which also made people's spirits much refreshed.

"Uncle, where is this?" asked Al.

"If I'm not mistaken, I'm almost at the town of Ire, and the bright light in the distance is a village on the outskirts of Ire, let's take a rest here, eat something and continue on our way. If nothing else, it's another hour away from the town of Il. "The coachman parked the carriage under a tree, and there was a large patch of dead grass here, and it should not be a problem to fill the bellies of the two horses.

"Do you want to continue your journey at night?" Al looked around, shrinking his neck.

"I've been running on this road with two old fellows for more than ten years, they are more familiar than I am, this little night road is nothing, and we'll rest when we get to the town," said the old coachman, touching the horse's back affectionately, as if he had taken the two horses as his own children, and it was undeniable that sometimes animals were indeed more loyal than people.

"I heard that the outskirts of the town seem to be a little uneven recently, so it's better to be careful. "Alright, Al, let's go get some food in the carriage and let my old fellows rest a little before we get back on our way." ”

One of the darker horses stopped chewing, shook the horse's ears and looked alertly into the distance of the black hole, the grass at the corner of its mouth fell to the ground, and it didn't make a sound, it seemed to be listening to something.

A withered yellow leaf slowly fell from the treetops, but instead of falling directly to the ground, it landed on a black shadow, which shook at an extremely high frequency.

Al and the old coachman had just walked to the door of the carriage, discussing plans for the next few days.

Suddenly, the mournful neighing of the horses pierced the night sky, and the dead leaves in the distance fell to the ground, and the black shadow was gone.

"Oh no! something's wrong!" an ominous premonition came to Al and the old coachman's minds at the same time, and Al twitched the muscles in his left arm, and he frowned.

Although they had expected that the horse might have been injured by the attack, the sight in the cold moonlight made the two of them gasp. The light-colored horse, which had just buried itself in grazing, lay quietly on the ground, a bowl-sized hole in the horse's belly piercing its heart, and gurgling blood kept gushing out of the wound.

The dark horse neighed and raised its front legs with all its might, and the corpse of its companion fell to the ground, which had a great impact on its spirit, as if it were about to break free from the reins and flee from this terrible place.

"Old man!" the coachman screamed and rushed over, and he could feel the excitement in his heart. He didn't bother to comfort the mad horse, and threw himself directly at the corpse next to the tree.

Al didn't act rashly, his heart was full of horror, although the level of blood in front of him was not as tragic as the night before, but the two consecutive visual shocks also made him a little unbearable.

Al steadied himself, carefully searching for the "demon" that had sneaked up, while trying to remember what Uncle Paul had told him what to do when he was in danger. I secretly hated that I didn't let him continue because of the nagging.

He didn't know what the other party was up to, why they were attacking them, and he had to start with a horse. Could it be a tiger or a wolf, but is that kind of beast so fast?

"Uncle, leave that horse alone, come here, it's dangerous!" Al shouted to the coachman who was crying on the horse's corpse, and he leaned tightly against the carriage to prevent a sneak attack from behind him.

"Come out! I see you!" Al shouted as he leaned along the carriage towards the coachman, his voice trembling slightly, the fear of the unknown that most easily broke a man's nerves.

The "demon" lurking in the darkness seemed to hear the call of food, and poked its head out of the treetops little by little, it was something similar to a human form, with empty eye sockets and no eyeballs, and a few pieces of rags hung on its body, and the exposed part was covered with blue-gray scales, very rough, like a rattlesnake's tail trembling slightly before attacking, and the light of the moon fell on it as if it had been absorbed.

"Smack", he spat out half of the horse's heart to the ground, and he twisted his head like an owl to "star" at Al, and a puff of white smoke came out of his mouth, as if he was smiling.

Fear, great fear wrapped Al in the center like a tornado, squeezing his tense nerves.

"Uncle, that thing is in a tree! be careful!" Al reminded.

Almost as Al spoke, the "devil" in the tree moved, and he threw himself back at the coachman who turned his back to him, and the strong force caused the treetops where he stayed to swing violently.

"Uncle!" Al couldn't care less, no matter what, he couldn't let Uncle Coachman get hurt. With the help of his left hand, he rushed at the blue-gray "demon" like a cannonball, trying to stop him.

The muscles of Al's dark red left arm began to contract uncontrollably, as if cheering for the next second of battle.

The moment when the bone claw stained with viscous blood was about to pierce the coachman, a red fist even more beveling than it slammed into the monster's head, and the sound of bones shattering sounded. An unpretentious blow, soaring, punching, simply direct. Al directly hit the monster that was fierce and vicious a second ago to the ground like a ball.

"Whatever you are, you can't hurt my friend of El!" Al landed on the ground, angrily staring at the monster slowly rising from the ground.

"I used to strike iron!, you know?" Before the monster could stand up, Al struck again, he couldn't let the other party have a breather in the face of this murderous monster, otherwise he might be killed by the other party, this is what Uncle Paul told him, and that's exactly what he did.

With his eyes like a meteor in the night, El locked onto the monster's head, gathering his strength, determined to kill with one blow and settle the battle as soon as possible, in this unfamiliar place, it could be dangerous to stay in this unfamiliar place for a second.

The blood-red arm bulged with explosive muscles, completely out of place for a sixteen-year-old boy, who was more like a monster than that monster.

There was no time to dodge, the left side of the monster's skull was smashed deep in, and it looked extremely strange in this moonlit night, it should be said that the monster's appearance here itself was very weird.

He shook his head and fell prostrate to the ground, as if irritated by the embarrassment of the humans, and a beastly roar came out of his mouth, and more white smoke came out of his dry mouth. The monster didn't retreat, but turned around and rushed towards the El like a toad.

This shocking act caused Al's heart to contract violently, and he could clearly feel the blood pumped by his heart frantically gathering towards his left arm, automatically preparing for the next attack.

The inscription on the armband revealed a faint golden light, blocking the red veins that spread upward. A fishy stench came to his face, and seeing that terrifying face slowly magnify, Al had no way to retreat, he bent his knees sideways, his fists rattled with force, his eyes were as sharp as eagle's eyes, and he was ready to fight.

"Al, it's a ghoul! Run!" a hoarse voice came from behind Al with utter horror. Uncle Coachman noticed the anomaly on Al's side, and when he saw this blue-scaled monster, the image of the monster "Ghoul" that he had heard about as a child came to mind, so he shouted out without thinking, although it might attract the ghoul idea, but he couldn't watch a young boy die in front of him anyway.

Al's brows furrowed, but the reality didn't allow him to think too much. Don't say it's a ghoul, even if it's a god in the sky, you have to fight today! In order to survive, there is no way back!

"Bell bell", the ghoul spread his ghost claws in the air, and the friction of Sensen's bone claws made a steel sound like a sword colliding, and he wanted to tear through the air. Al had no doubt that the stabbing of this thing into his body would shatter his internal organs. However, just as the ghoul was about to approach Al, he volleyed sideways, nimbly dodging Al's desperate punch, and his foul-smelling mouth spat out a puddle of dark green viscous liquid, which was extremely fast and too close, and Al's arm was directly muddled. The ghoul took advantage of Al's rush forward and pounced on the chauffeur uncle behind him.

It turns out that this monster that feeds on dead bodies has targeted the frail coachman from the beginning.

"Click", it was the sound of broken bones, and flying blood sprayed on the coachman's pale face. At that moment, his body froze, and his bloodshot eyes were wide open, as if he had not yet accepted his mutilated body.

"Ahh

The driver's left hand was missing.