The silver moonlight shines through the shadows of the trees, and the strips of light close and open and close and open in the forest. The whisper of the soo disturbed the creatures hiding in the forest, and a figure slammed into the pale silver light, leaving a vague figure in the night.

The ink-like curtain cut off the moonlight, and the man who rushed forward turned sideways in panic, his arm slicing over the bulging broken branches on the ground, I don't know if it was because of the night or himself, black blood splashed in the air, but he finally managed to turn and did not hit the inky curtain.

His pupils seemed to be much larger than normal, and the pitch-black color occupied most of the whites of his eyes, if it weren't for the fact that he was looking around in a panic and pulling the movement of his eyeballs, he could see the white in the corner of his eyes in the scattered moonlight, which would make people think that he had two black eyeballs.

The dagger reflecting the cold light cut a straight line through the forest.

Burst!

The two men collided like marbles, their feet off the ground, dangling across the ground covered with broken branches and rotting leaves.

The dagger with an intricate pattern engraved was blocked by the two people facing it, and lost its brilliance. The tip of the dagger narrowly landed in front of the throat of the fleeing man, and he held it with both hands!

Boom!

The man's back slammed against the trunk of the tree behind him, and the moonlight was scattered again as the leaves rustled. He held the dagger that was still pushing him with both hands, and the already unusually large pupils in his eyes diffused, contracted, diffused, and contracted as if they were breathing.

Without warning, only a trace of the whites of the eyes was completely swallowed by the black!

The two pairs of black eyes only looked at each other for a moment between the chaotic reflection of the falling leaves and the fine moonlight! The man who was pressed in front of the tree trunk turned sideways violently, the fabric on his back was rubbed and torn by the rough bark, and his neck slashed sideways over the blade of the dagger, and the bright red light seemed to be a spark produced when the blades intersected, illuminating a small space where the two people were facing each other.

The man who had scraped and worn the rough bark on his entire back actually followed the other party's strength and pushed the dagger fiercely against the thick trunk!

Collect!

Half of the dagger sank into the trunk of the tree! The attacker was instantly surprised, and under the frowning brow, his dark eyes turned to the side, and the bright red light in his eyes quickly extinguished.

The arm that had been cut by the branch suddenly reached forward, clasping the back of the head of the man who was still holding the dagger tightly and had not yet had time to transform. Inky black blood spurted out again under the force of the muscles, and the whitish bones clasped the back of the opponent's head, and the man, who was already very wolf, turned his whole body violently!

You can't describe the sound of a man's throat pierced by a columnar dagger handle! The inky black blood was like a horizontal pyramid, shattering the scattered fragments of moonlight again!

"Hiss-" The man whose whole face was already attached to the trunk of the tree could not turn his head, but the corners of his eyes cracked violently, revealing the pitch-black eyeballs and the white frontal bone, and the man who had fully turned around and held his head forward was printed! One hand was stuck on the handle of his dagger, and the other hand was against him, desperately pushing the body leaning towards the trunk back!

On the back contaminated by black blood, the muscles arched, and the man who had successfully turned the situation around slammed forward, sticking the struggling man directly to the trunk! The fingers were bloodily inserted into the back of the opponent's neck, which was still spurting blood, and in the damp sound of the bitter cold, his fingers clasped the handle of the dagger!

The bright red glow was louder and more dazzling than before!

The man clasped the dagger and pushed it downward! Instead of pulling it out, he held down the handle and sliced the blade that had sunk into the trunk of the tree into its owner!

The light seemed to light up the man who had been struck against the trunk of the tree, and the blinding red light penetrated his entire body at the wound on his neck! In the flickering light, the inky black things rolled in his body, constantly swallowed up by the bright red! The red points of light in the black eyes expanded little by little as if burning! until they spread all over the eyes!

The red light flashed on and off several times, and it seemed to usher in a high tide. Sudden incandescent erupted in the dark woods! and then quickly returned to darkness! The fragments of moonlight were now inconspicuous.

The man held his position, his hand still pressed against the handle of the dagger, the black covering his eyes gradually retracting and converging into ordinary pupils.

It was as if the ashes had been burned, gently covering the hand in which he held the dagger, and the delicate engraving on the dagger was also covered by the ashes that still had bright red burning marks.

He slowly turned his head to look at the few people who had surrounded him.

The silver dagger flipped in the darkness, and the ashes on the dagger slowly drifted and fell after losing its attachment to the blade, merging with the pile of dust on the ground.

The man turned around slowly, the dagger he had already held in his backhand picked off the tattered clothes hanging on his body, and on the silver necklace hanging on his sturdy chest, beads reflecting the silver brilliance hit each other with a soft sound under his slightly leaning forward body.

Under the gaze of five pairs of black eyes, he took a bead with his free hand and crushed it, and the black sphere was complete and rounded with silver splinters. His hand grasped the large black orb of the fist and slowly put it into his mouth!

The black blood stains on his arm disappeared in his throat as he swallowed, and the upturned flesh healed quickly, and the skin on his back that had been turned up by scratching also healed and smoothed at this time.

The five demons frowned, they didn't move, they had already died one companion, no, two! The lesson was in front of them! Yes, it was death, not expulsion back to hell, and when they crawled into the world with the Great Demon, they were not prepared to die!

Crash!

Huge wings spread out above the five demons, and in the darkness only what appeared to be a man could be seen hanging under the canopy, "You. His voice was soft and slow, "I've lost another subordinate." ”

The half-naked man on the ground maintained an attacking posture, and there was no point in defending? He hunched his upper body, and the fingers holding the dagger tightened again.

"You took what belongs to me. The man in the center of the black wings continued.

The man remained still, and the blackness of his eyes spread again, past the pupils, encroaching on the whites of his eyes.

"I forgive you. The man in the wings said, "Leave what is rightfully mine, and you can go." ”

It was as if black feathers were floating backwards, and a gap opened in the inky curtain that separated the boundary!

The man glanced back cautiously, and his body began to retreat, towards the gap, but he didn't seem ready to leave what he 'took'!

"Hehe, then I should give it to you!" the man in the middle of the wings laughed, and when the huge wings closed, a qiē in the woods disappeared.

The man looked at the closed curtain in front of him, breathed a sigh of relief, touched the necklace on his chest, clenched the dagger in his hand again, and looked around, where is this?

Without pursuit, he ran towards the border of the woods.

Highway 27 is like a wayward water snake, interrupting the woods horizontally. Out of the woods to the east suddenly ran a half-naked man, panting, sticking the reflection of the cold light in his hand into his boots, covering it with his trousers, and walking towards the sign standing by the roadside.

'Welcome to Barton'.