After a week, I couldn't stay any longer, so I wanted to go out or I'd be crazy sooner or later.

And the old man Tianji only stayed here for one night, this night, I was about to ask Duanmu to take me out to experience the Japanese nightlife, he ran back covered in blood, and after falling to the door, he fainted.

I hurriedly ran over to help him up, and at this time there were seven or eight thugs in non-mainstream clothes, all carrying sticks and seeing things like that.

And I didn't understand it, and I didn't bother to understand, so I took out the sword on the sofa, and I went up and cut them down in a few strokes, and after throwing them all out of the door, I took out the gauze and white medicine in the cottage and bandaged Duanmu's wounds, and watched him until he woke up during the day, and I was finally able to sleep under the premise that he couldn't die.

At noon, I was just about to go to bed, and he started to hum sickly, and I went over and put my ear to his mouth, and he told me that the few who came after him last night were not people, and told me not to offend them.

I touched my chin, I guess I've been offended, right? Of course, I could see that it wasn't a person chasing him last night, so I started a little harder, I don't know if he was dead or not, but it wasn't enough to choke.

I was a little helpless to tell him that those little demons had been cut by me, and after I carried something, he closed his mouth.

After drinking a glass of water, I lay down on the sofa and fell asleep, and this sleep slept until the evening, touching my already gurgling belly, and I was just about to get something to eat, when the iron door of the small villa was kicked open by several people.

They don't hide the demonic aura on their bodies at all, it seems that in this place, the demonic aura is a symbol of the identity of a monster, and they can't wait for everyone to know about it.

Anyway, I didn't understand what they were saying, so I just pulled out my sword and went up to fight them.

Not to mention, these monsters are a lot more powerful than last night, but in my opinion, they are all wine bags and rice bags, and a few swords are swung out, and they all sit on the ground with their wounds covered, and then they say a lot of words, maybe they are saying cruel words.

After they left, I didn't bother to clean up the floor, after all, there might be other youkai coming over in a while.

From eight o'clock until the wee hours of the morning, I couldn't help but yawn several times before they came, followed by a monk.

This monk, how to say it, at first glance, belongs to the kind of thing of a demon monk, his whole body is covered with that kind of thick sores, his eyes are full of that kind of unbeaten light, the Buddha beads on his neck are also oily, and he is dragging a tin rod-like thing in his hand, which is dragged and not held.

After seeing me, he didn't say a word and came up with a tin cane, the coffee table in front of me was smashed in half by the tin cane, I grabbed the sword next to me to cut, but he kicked me in the wrist, and the sword flew out.

With a bang, the tin staff was slammed into my chest.

Unlike before, I just felt a little stuffy after being smashed in the chest, it seems that the zombie blood is not useless after being activated, I pressed the tin staff with both hands, and the lower half of my body lifted back and rolled to the side of the sword.

He was really strong, and as soon as I picked up the sword, his tin staff arrived, and he was hit twice in a row, and even if the zombie blood in my body was hung again, I couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Duanmu had already heard the fighting downstairs, and I saw him crouching around the corner of the stairs with a gun in his hand.

Grabbing the hilt of the sword, I swung it out and collided with the tin staff, and the impact made my eardrums tingle, let alone kick my wrist, if it weren't for the fear that the next tin staff would hit my head, the sword would have already flown out.

This monk is not very old, but he is very aggressive, and every time he comes to take my life.

When I was slammed against the wall by his tin staff, the zombie blood that had been suppressed by me in my body rioted again, and I could feel the two teeth in my mouth arching outward.

Roar –

After a roar, I reached out and grabbed the tin staff, my wrist was forced, the tin staff was directly broken by me, the sword in my hand was split out, and the monk used the remaining half of the wooden handle in his hand to resist, but the sharpness of the sword could not be resisted by a wooden handle.

After being struck by a sword, he retreated, turned his head and ran.

At this time, Duanmu pulled the trigger and shot him in the leg, and I pounced on him with a tiger and opened my mouth to bite him on the neck, I don't know why, I just wanted to suck blood.

When I suck the blood, the drop of zombie blood in my body will no longer riot.

Lying on my back in the yard, I gasped for breath and felt like I was falling apart.

He limped down the stairs, "You're not dead, are you?" ”

"I want to die, but unfortunately I can't."

"That's good."

Ignoring my wry smile, he also lay down next to me:

"You know what? This is the first time I've raised my eyebrows. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Before you came, the monk often came to squeeze me, and he extorted 95% of the funds from above, so I only let you live there when you first came, because I know that no one is allowed to have anything to do with monsters in China, so I'm afraid you will mind angering that monk......"

"I see, I blamed you for that."

"Now that we have offended the monk, I am afraid that the person behind him will be brought out, and the way you looked just now should be a zombie over there, right? Are you a zombie? ”

"No, this matter is a long story, I'll tell you when I have a chance in the future, you tell me who the person behind him is first, dick or not."

"I don't know about this, I can't even beat those little demons, every month this monk comes to me for an account, how dare I ask."

"Oh."

I got up from the ground and pulled him up from the ground and helped him back into the house, which had been smashed to pieces, so I had to move to the second floor to live with him.

The next morning, I was sore and sore, and with a move of my shoulders, I came downstairs to play a set of military boxing, and I didn't boxing for a long time, and I couldn't even tell the number of roads.

Duanmu also came down, he was just beaten a little hard, and it didn't affect his actions.

After driving to a restaurant in the center of the city, he ate on his own, and I sat on the sidelines, my right eyelid jumping non-stop, always feeling like something was going to happen.

Suddenly, I heard a creepy laugh in my ears that made me shudder.

"What's wrong with you? Cold? ”

"I heard a laugh, it's weird, didn't you hear it?"

"No, could it be her?"

"Who?"

"In Japanese yokai culture, there is a powerful yokai called Xiao Boruo."