"Anthony, go over and have a look. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" I said to the red-eyed vampire who didn't have to eat.

Anthony nodded, turning into a black light and drifting towards the village.

Five minutes later, Anthony was back with us again.

"How, what did you find?" I asked.

When Anthony heard this, he said with a strange face: "The whole village really has no life at all, because ......"

"The monsters inside are all dead!"

"What?" All of them opened their mouths wide and looked incredulous.

"Let's go, go over and have a look." As I spoke, I ran ahead first.

When I arrived in the village, I saw that the corpses of all kinds of animals, birds, and even some spirits were everywhere.

But what makes people feel strange is that on the faces of some youkai who have not yet turned back into their original forms, we see not horror, but pious smiles, as if death is a supreme glory for them.

After some investigation, I found that all the yokai had turned into dried corpses, and their bodies were so shriveled that they seemed to have been exposed to the sun for a long time.

"Have they been dead for a long time?" Everything in front of me made me think so.

But Ouyang Dongxue's discovery turned this idea upside down.

In front of her, there was a youkai that was not yet dead, this youkai still maintained its human form, and its face showed a deep tiredness, and it was difficult to even open its eyes, as if it were a seriously ill person.

I grabbed him by the collar and asked, "Who the hell attacked you?" ”

He glanced at me like an idiot, then closed his eyes and waited to die.

Mader, being ignored by a youkai, I'm also drunk.

I stabbed him in the leg with my sword. At this stimulus, the monster struck a thrill, opened his eyes again, and he said with difficulty: "Only outsiders would ask such stupid questions, want to get answers from me, daydreaming!" ”

He gave me a fierce look, and the meridians reversed, directly cutting off his vitality.

Damn, what is this?

What makes me laugh and cry the most is the last idiom, your sister, it's enough to make me unhappy to let a monster despise it, and I was scolded by him with an idiom, how can it be reasonable?

But it's not all for nothing from him, at least I can be sure of two things.

One, the monsters in this village have just died; Second, the cause of their death was because the essence in the body was depleted.

From the above two points, combined with the performance of this monster, I have come to a bold inference: the person who has absorbed their essence is a person they sincerely admire.

So the question is, in the entire Phantom City, who has this aura of faith?

The answer is self-explanatory - Demon Thirteen.

But why did he cut off the life of so many youkai? In other words, what is the use of him absorbing the essence of so many monsters?

With this question in mind, we found a fairly clean house in the village and went inside to recuperate.

While everyone was resting, I asked Anthony to send a few bats out to patrol the nearby villages to see how they were doing.

Anthony said "yes" and arranged for three one-foot-long bats to fly out.

We used the old way of connecting the eyes of bats with the surface of the water and seeing everything that bats could see.

Of course, there is no basin of water here, but this is difficult for me, I have a bucket of instant noodles in my sleeve, and I can use a small bucket of instant noodles to eat the instant noodles.

As we watched the bucket and ate it, it gave me the odd idea that primitive vampires were supposed to spend their time this way.

What's the difference between this and watching a nature TV show?

The three bats flew in three directions. In about five minutes, the first bat arrived at a village, and the situation in that village was similar to that here, about three or five hundred households, and all the villagers in it died, and the whole village was lifeless.

We moved our gaze to the second bucket, and in front of this bat was a high mountain, and there was a hole in the mountain wall, and the bat passed by there, so a long tongue stretched out from it, and directly wrapped the bat's body, dragging the bat in, and then the vision disappeared at once, and there was no need to think about it, and I knew that there must be some monster that used the bat as a snack.

The third bat came to a town that looked like a small town, the size of four or five villages, and a large number of youkai gathered in the square of the town, all of them kneeling reverently, with no end in sight.

Directly above them, sat a man in a white robe, and next to him, stood a crimson spear......

It's none other than Demon Thirteen, this guy really didn't die.

It's just that at this time, he looks a little embarrassed, his body is covered with dust, and his face is still colorful, and he has lost his original calmness.

He hovered cross-legged above everyone's heads, and as he uttered the words, the monsters below him were rapidly wilting and aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a deflated ball.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the monsters with big shoulders and round waists became skinny and bone-like, and some monsters who were at the age of high spirits also grew old and drooped, and their hair turned white in an instant.

I was dumbfounded, this Demon Thirteen was actually absorbing the lives of other monsters to recover from his injuries. Moreover, the other youkai all cooperated unconditionally, and had no intention of resisting at all.

This coincides with my speculation, it seems that the prestige of this Demon Thirteen in the Phantom City is higher than we imagined, perhaps, the monsters here all worship him as a god.

As long as the youkai here don't die, he will be able to recover from his injuries.

So, it's not so much that we're fighting with the demon thirteen alone, it's better to be fighting with the demon clan in the entire Phantom City.

I suddenly realized, no wonder the demon thirteen have to charge up every time they attack, maybe they are also consuming the essence of the demon clan, but compared to recovering from injuries, that kind of absorption is not fatal.

This demon thirteen is really not to be underestimated, not only did he not fall into decadence in the thousand-year suppression, but he thought of a way to restore his strength, if he was given another thousand years, maybe he could really break through the seal of this phantom city and reappear in the rivers and lakes.

As soon as I thought of this, my back felt a chill, a three-thousand-year-old demon was enough to set off a bloody storm.

I nodded at Anthony and signaled that he could send the bat back, and just then, all the youkai in the square fell, and Yousan opened his eyes, and he smiled weirdly at the bat.

It was a grim smile that made people shudder, and it was clear that he had spotted us, and there was a kind of "you guys waiting for me".

Immediately, he turned into a streamer and drifted into the distance, I guessed that he must have gone to other villages and towns, and as for the purpose, it couldn't be more obvious......

ps: Thank you to the helmsman of the ghost sect and the helmsman of the ghost sect Xiaohei, with you by your side, the scenery is good.