The moon over the town is red, and the town under the light of the moon is also red. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The windows were red, the floor was red, and even the eyes of the bats that occasionally skimmed over the town were red.

"Jie Ji ......"

An unknown grin echoed in the night wind, and a dark shadow walked down the street, the lights on the side of the road were unknown, and his shadow was sometimes short and slender, sometimes burly and sometimes lean.

"Tick-tock. ”

With every step he took, there was a dripping sound, coming from the soles of his feet.

It must have only rained here, and the streets were full of water.

"Anyone?"

He was the only one on the street, carrying a car emergency oil drum in his hand, which was supposed to be an unlucky guy who drove halfway through and ran out of gas.

The dim night, the eerie town under the eerie moonlight, the back of his neck felt cold inexplicably.

"Anyone?"

He shouted loudly, and there were some lighted houses on the side of the street, but there was not even a shadow in front of the lighted windows under his continuous shouts.

In the dim streets, there was only his figure, his steps, his shouts, his heartbeat.

"Oops!"

Suddenly, he accidentally stepped on something under his feet, and his center of gravity was unstable for a moment and he fell.

"Smack!"

His face made its first intimate contact with the stagnant water on the ground, and he struggled to get up, and suddenly, he realized that the water was sticky.

"It's ......"

In the dim light of the streetlights, he could barely see the lines on his clothes, and he couldn't see what impurities had been mixed into the 'water' in his palms to give rise to such stickiness.

"Jie Ji ......"

Falling to the ground, he suddenly saw a dark shadow flash from the window of the house on the street.

"Who?"

In a moment, his hair stood on end, and he jumped up directly from the ground, casually throwing the object he had picked up from the ground when he fell towards the window where the dark shadow had just appeared.

"Ping!"

He threw it accurately, and his hand was strong, and the sound of glass shattering drowned out the wind, but the sound that should have been crisp reminded him of the feeling of his fingernails scraping against the blackboard.

"Who! Don't pretend to be a ghost! Get out of here!"

For the first time, he uttered the word 'ghost', which also meant that the word had appeared in his mind.

The only thing that answered him was the laughter of unknown origin in the wind and the aftermath of broken glass falling to the ground.

He shifted his steps carefully, trying to get closer to the modest light that the streetlamps were shiving.

His shadow began to stretch, began to become deformed, and began to be hideous, bordering the unreachable area of light not far away.

When he finally walked to the lamp, his shadow happened to connect to the dark area, and at this time, the light emitted by the street lamp was enough for him to see the abnormalities on his hands and body.

Red, big patches of red, slimy red.

"Jie Ji ......"

The wind was harsh, and his mind went blank.

He put the liquid in his hand to his mouth and tasted it, the salty taste was so unique, so unique that he immediately decided on its name.

"Blood ......"

He lost his sense of smell due to an accident in the past, otherwise he would not have chosen to set foot in this town at all.

"Jie Ji ......"

The grimace in the shadows finally showed his true face, under the blood-colored moon, he raised his head, and black figures appeared on the rooftops of the street at some point, and the eyes that seemed to be looking at the prey were cast from everywhere.

"Jie Ji ......"

He leaned against the streetlamp, as if trying to keep the shadows out with the light from the lamp.

He took out a jade pendant from his clothes, and the jade pendant was engraved with Bodhi.

The Buddha of Tianzhu should not be in charge of the ghosts of the eastern land, let alone Bodhi.

In his trembling eyes, a pure black arm jerked out of his shadow, smashing his neck before he could utter the last high note of his life.

"Ho Ho ......"

He fell to the ground, the light embracing him, but he felt his body get colder and colder.

Not a word came out of his throat until he heard an inhalation.

"Suck-"

In his shadow, a hideous black head emerged, and the golem sucked the departing soul with its mouth wide open.

"Ah......h

His whole body began to spasm, like a fish fried on a hot pan.

The great pain made him bleed, and the moon in the sky was reflected in his eyes.

This tear of blood carries the shadow of the moon.

He soon lost his life, and the golem closed its mouth just in time, and it emerged boredly from the shadow of the dead, two of its six arms touching its already slightly bulging belly.

"Fearful souls are delicious......"

It looked at the dead lying on the ground with nostalgia, as simple as it could not compose poems to praise food like some nobles, but only to honor food as much as possible.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, while it's hot, it's hot!

It shouted at the Bloods standing on the rooftops of the street, but because the Bloods didn't understand its 'dialect', they didn't know what the Golem was trying to say.

The scene they saw was just a biao-shaped monster constantly poising at the deceased, as if it was showing off its might, and as if it was showing some low-level fun.

In short, it's not aristocratic.

The golem lost interest when he saw that no one paid attention to it for a long time, this man was the last living person in the town, and the blood clan and monsters had already harvested the entire town before he was uninvited.

It was a feast, and it was a feast of one bowl and two bowls, and the men who arrived at the end were only compared to the desserts that everyone used to consume after the meal.

The feast was over, it was time to put the finishing touches on it, and the Bloods had a tacit understanding of the rooftops, bouncing or gliding, and rushing out of town, while the golem duly dived into the ground and disappeared for a while.

"Bear!"

A little fire ignited from a house, and the gas pipes here had already been silent, and the whole town was on fire in less than ten minutes.

"True Ancestor!"

Lin Ming withdrew from the town after the feast began, and after the feast, the crowd bowed down to him, and he glanced slightly at the crowd.

"What about Sith and Emily?"

He noticed that there were fewer people in the team.

“……”

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, many faces are confused, until a certain blood IQ is online, and he takes out the contact tool from his arms.

Dialed out the number, but no one answered.

"Forget it, don't wait, go to the meeting point. ”

With their backs to the sea of fire, many blood clans headed to the hidden place under the leadership of Lin Ming, and it was not early at the moment, and dawn would break in a few hours.