Bars, dance floors, lights dance, singing and dancing, one after another strangely dressed figures twist their bodies, swaying wildly to the rhythm, like a group of demons dancing wildly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I saw that among these dancing crowds, some were covered in blood and carrion; Some are full of feathers, spreading their wings and ready to fly; Some have fiery figures, green faces and fangs. It's hard to imagine how such a thousand strange people could get together, terrifying, weird, charming, and coquettish.

A long-legged beauty dressed in a rabbit costume holds a wine tray in her hand and pierces the edges in the demons, and someone keeps taking the wine glass and drinking wildly. It was a wild night, uninhibited, people venting wildly, rocking and howling.

Walking through the crowded space, I saw a constant flow of people on the street, and the lights were brilliant. It's an old town, with old wooden houses scattered on both sides of the street, with a beautiful shape and a kind of western retro style, only the tall Ferris wheel in the distance adds a bit of novelty to the town.

The crowds walking the streets are also dressed in different ways, and compared to the bars, there is only less of the crazy and deafening noise, and it has become a relaxed and soothing rhythm, accompanied by the sound of light violins, people laughing and greeting in groups, or buying and selling, carefully selected.

Two children dressed as little witches chased through the crowd with broomsticks and ran under the town's old wooden archway, only to see an old sign on the archway with a few weird big words "Halloween Town" written on it!

A huge jack-o-lantern stood proudly on top of the archway, looking down on the whole town, and the gloomy face revealed a faint firelight, as if smiling. Behind the jack-o'-lantern, I saw the full moon rising in the east, and a small black shadow swept across the silver moon like a sharp arrow and disappeared into the town.

"I caught it, and the disgusting smell is getting stronger and stronger." With the figure of a pause, I saw a black shadow turn into a man in a green shirt and costume standing in the dark alley.

The figure swayed, the long hair flowed, revealing the handsome face of the man, and a pair of eyes were as sharp as knives, instantly sweeping the entire alley, cold as ice, chilling, and a trace of blood seemed to feel this coldness, rippling waves.

"Damn, it's too late." The man raised his eyebrows slightly, searched for blood, and flew towards the depths of the alley. The green shirt and long hair dance together, chic and elegant, like an elf who has fallen into the mortal world.

"The blood is still new." The man raised his hand and dipped it on the broken wall, only to see a drop of blood in his hand, which seemed to have residual warmth.

"Can't run far!" The man's heart moved, he flicked his hand, and the blood beads shot out and rolled, and in the blood beads, the man's leaping figure was reflected, and it disappeared into the darkness after just a few vertical leaps.

Could it be dazzling, why does this handsome man in green shirt and ancient costume seem to have light skills? Or is it the ancient knight who came out of the painting?

"Damn, why is there such a strange town?" I saw a man in ancient costume standing on the eaves and looking coldly, the whole town was prosperous, but everyone was dressed strangely, there was no normal human at all, even children were dressed in a thousand strange ways, and they couldn't see their true faces at all.

But the man can be sure, don't look at these floating crowds dressed strangely, but they are all real human beings, but somehow they are dressed up like this, is it a special holiday custom here?

"The breath was buried." The man frowned, his nose lifted slightly, only to feel that the various smells in the air were intertwined and chaotic, and the rancid smell was completely drowned, and he couldn't help frowning slightly, at a loss.

Sweeping his eyes, he saw a corner of the street, in the flow of people, a man who was rotten and bloody raised his eyebrows slightly, let out a cold snort at the man on the roof, and quickly staggered away, blood kept dripping in the man's mouth, but no one cared at all.

"There it is!" Although it was a quick glance, the man in ancient costume still confirmed the identity of the other party, it was the Blood Demon Clan! And it is a wise blood demon, and the level should not be low. The man immediately jumped down from the roof and chased after him, leaving only an afterimage in mid-air, which dissipated like smoke.

"Hmph, Halloween Town, I didn't expect the legend to be true, this is simply a paradise city specially prepared for my blood demon clan." I saw that the corners of the man's mouth were slightly hooked like a zombie, and he quickly rushed into the darkness, while the carrion on the man's body was also rapidly fading and returning to smooth flesh.

But at this moment, I saw a figure flashing, and the man in ancient costume flew in front of the zombie man, his eyebrows raised slightly, and the long sword flashed out, and said coldly: "What a strong smell, if I guessed correctly, you should be the Blood Demon King." ”

"Red Blood Sword! Are you a descendant of Chiyoko? Standing still, the Blood Corpse King had already faded away from his rotten body and returned to the appearance of a normal middle-aged man, but the blood stains on his clothes were still there, and the smell was extremely fishy.

But the Blood Corpse King suddenly realized that he was wrong, and he didn't expect that it would be the descendants of Chiyangzi who chased and killed him all the way, not ordinary demon hunters, and this red-blooded sword was an artifact that only the inheritors of the Chiyangzi bloodline could use.

It is also a holy weapon dedicated to fighting against the blood demon clan, for thousands of years, it is because of this holy weapon that his blood demon army has withered to this point, of course the blood demon king recognizes it, and hates it to the bone.

But when the red blood sword comes out, there must be his people around, and it seems that he can't fight today. Thinking of this, the Blood Corpse King couldn't help but look around vigilantly, looking for a breakthrough.

But seeing the man in ancient costume, he said coldly: "Even if you still have some eyesight, if you know each other, you will obediently follow this son, I believe you should know the taste of the red blood sword best." ”

Han Yu, the son of the patriarch of the Demon Hunter Clan, the only descendant of the Chiyangzi bloodline, with the goal of capturing the Blood Demon King, was born with a keen sense of smell, and was able to smell the rancid smell emanating from the Blood Demon within a radius of several hundred meters. The Red Blood Sword has won the true inheritance of the elders of the clan, and has hunted countless blood demons.

"Hmph, if you want to catch me, I'm afraid it's not that easy, and besides, please call me the Holy Lord." The Blood Demon King couldn't help but sneer, he didn't want to hide his identity, this was the pride of being a Blood Demon King. And as soon as the Blood Demon King's words fell, I saw that there were constantly figures in the darkness shaking and standing up, and they actually surrounded the two of them.

Immediately after, with a roar, a man with a bloody face with sharp teeth and a crazy lunge towards the cold eyes, as fast as lightning. At the same time, the Blood Demon King retreated and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Although this is the best time to eliminate this hairy boy, but there is a threat from the Red Blood Sword, the Blood Demon King does not dare to take risks, if he is really slashed by the Red Blood Sword, the consequences are unimaginable, and it is likely that there will be a demon hunter hiding in the shadows, it is better to retreat early.