Shennong City, south.

on a village.

At the end of the village there is a river whose water flows from a large river far away.

Rushing.

The river flows through fields, villages, stone bridges, and through the endless wilderness before flowing again into the Great River in the far east.

At this time, the creek flows quietly.

The remnant sun after autumn fell on this land just like yesterday, last year, and thousands of years ago.

It's just that when the river flows under the stone bridge, it will be blocked by corpses, and it can no longer flow freely.

Water also has a temper.

It pushes in waves, trying to wash away the corpses, or take them on a journey.

However, the body only moved.

The helpless river can only flow away slowly, taking away the blood stains of the body by the way.

Even so, the river could not live up to its expectations.

As soon as it passed under the stone bridge, "bang", one corpse after another fell, splashing the river water on the faces of the people on the stone bridge.

The little monk touched his cheek and found that it was blood.

He stood there alone, looking across the stone bridge, looking at the monster with a terrifying face, and then at the slanting sun.

What's wrong with the world, why are these monsters so scared.

What are they afraid of?

The little monk was a little tired, no, he was tired.

How he wished he could return to the town of Sword Bag, sit on the stone bridge, bathe in the bloody sun, and sleep well.

I remember when she was young, she loved to talk and laugh, sat side by side on the stone bridge, and fell asleep unconsciously.

This scene echoed in front of the little monk, making his stiff, bloodstained face laugh softly.

"Blood, the blood-clad monk smiled!"

A monster's voice trembled.

They involuntarily stepped back, never wanting to take a step forward.

The wind came from the west, carried the fishy wind away, summoned the scavenging vultures and crows.

They hover in the sky, howling, bringing autumn gloom and sorrow.

"Kill, kill!"

The monster in the back roared, "Brothers, reinforcements are coming from behind, kill them!"

The monsters in front of them wanted to move, but their bodies were honestly afraid to move.

"Don't forget how we come to live without food and clothing!"

The agitated monster shouted again, "Today, we are dead on the battlefield, and our descendants will enjoy glory and wealth in the future." ”

"Today, those who have been enslaved by you, raped by you, and killed by you, will treat your wives, sons, and daughters in the same way!"

"Can you bear it?!"

"Can't!"

"What are you waiting for, kill!"

The agitated monster took the lead, waving the long knife in his hand and rushing towards the little monk.

"Kill!"

The retreating monsters did not hesitate any longer, they stepped on the corpses of their companions, stepped on the blood-stained stone bridge, and rushed towards the little monk.

The little monk lifted his foot slightly.

Lift your soaked feet out of the muddy plasma.

He clasped his hands together and said softly, "Amitabha." ”

In an instant, the monsters surrounded the little monk.

From time to time, a blood flower bloomed in the air, and it was strangely bewitching under the slanting sun.

The endless golden wheat fields, no one paid attention to them at this time, and they quietly watched this scene.

The dense aquatic plants in the river entangle the corpses that have fallen one after another, absorbing the nutrients from them.

It is to be expected that in a year's time, it may be desolate, but the aquatic plants will be lush.

On the stone bridge, the screams continued, the sound of falling water continued, and the swords and swords continued.

Finally, when the sun was about to put away the last rays of afterglow, the monsters around the little monk became thin, and the corpses under his feet became thicker.

The little monk was covered in blood.

There are their own, and there are others.

His steps staggered, and when he pointed out, he was no longer poking people, but phantoms.

Rao was so, in view of the shock brought by the corpse under his feet, the monsters still chose to wait for the opportunity around the little monk.

They are like a pack of jackals, hunting a lion.

As long as they find a flaw, they will scatter and eat this little monk alive.

God also has times when he is tired, let alone man.

Finally, the little monk's footsteps were disordered, and as soon as his body was wrong, he was about to fall.

The monsters took the opportunity to rush up.

A youkai sword is the fastest.

He knew how powerful the little monk was, and after approaching the little monk in one step, he cut off the index finger that he didn't know how many monsters he had stabbed to death.

The rest of the youkai are not slow either.

They also have a clear division of labor, and at the same time greet the little monks to each important point.

In their minds, the little monk is no longer a human, but a god or a demon, and he can only be killed if he stabs all the vital points.

"I'll fuck your uncle!"

When the sword was about to stab the little monk, a man pounced on him from behind and pushed the monster away.

At the same time, he pressed on the little monk, letting all the swords fall on him.

The little monk felt the hot blood flowing from the person on his back to his neck, it was very hot, and the heat made the little monk hot.

He turned back hard and saw the man on his body.

He is a member of the Alliance of Godkillers.

His son was killed by a monster and boiled into a pot of meat, which was fragrant, and the kobold feasted on it.

When his wife saw that, she went completely insane.

He wanted to seek justice, but the City Lord's Mansion told him with actions that the so-called justice is that you are still alive, and this is already the greatest justice.

After he returned from prison, he sharpened his knife and killed his own wife, a crazy woman who was thrown stones by children on the street and picked up garbage to eat.

He still remembers the feeling of his wife's blood flowing on his hand.

He said that it was warm, like the tea that his wife had made for him at the most pleasant temperature when he returned from a long day of work and dragged his tired body.

However, now when he drinks warm tea again, he feels hot.

The little monk caught a glimpse of the man's right shoulder.

It was empty.

During the battle yesterday, his right arm was cut off by a youkai.

He fainted in pain and went to the back to recuperate.

"Kill!"

When the monsters withdrew their swords and were about to make another move, a group of people came from behind the stone bridge to kill.

They were all wounded who had been carried down.

Some of them were jumping on one leg, some of them had their severed hands still exposed, and some of them had a large piece of their scalp peeled off.

They didn't want to kill themselves at the youkai.

Those who lost their right hands used their teeth, and those who had nothing, they used their bodies to stand in front of the little monk.

"Come on, kill!"

A man spits out an ear and yells at the youkai.

"Hmph, the end of the crossbow!"

The monster leader at the head of the bridge waved his hand, and another group of demon soldiers surrounded the stone bridge.

Just when they were about to get to the little monk and were about to press down the small waves that were rising again, something happened in the demon soldiers' ranks.

A monster suddenly raised his knife and cut down the demon soldiers around him.

When the monster in front of him was stunned, he swung a few knives in a row, split a bloody path, and stepped in front of the little monk in one step.

The wounded are still struggling with the monsters.

The monster kicked them all, lifted the corpses, and dragged the little monk out.

"I'll go to your uncle's little monk, I owe you in this life!"

The bamboo pole monster roared angrily, dragging the little monk with one hand, stepping on the blood mud, and taking a step in the direction of Shennong City.

He's good at running away.

Two days ago, after he was injured, he was keenly aware that if he stayed any longer, he would die.

Shennong City can't be defended.

He persuaded the little monk to leave, and the god-killers to leave, but they were indifferent.

Three days ago, he lost a hand.

He had done his best, so the bamboo pole monster chose to leave.