Everyone here knew that they were going to die sooner or later. So, being able to come back alive every night is a reward. So, every cup of tea, every cigarette is like a little celebration. You just need to accept that.?

……

In the darkness of the night.

The streets and alleys have already entered silence, this is the last night before the special medicine is distributed to the citizens, and many people are looking forward to seeing the sun tomorrow.

The roadside is littered with fragmented garbage.

Dirty sewage.

Some stinking corpses.

When disaster strikes, people realize what it means to a city that cleaners do nothing on a daily basis. They are the towels of the city, they are the vacuum cleaners of the city, they are the nannies of the city, the real nannies. Without them, any healthy city or healthy city is all.

If you don't clean it for a day, a garden city like Banyan City will be dirty and 'in ruins'.

These days, there are too many corpses and too few people, and if their families don't have much will, or don't have money, the dead bodies can only be thrown on the street.

There was some movement near a large tree.

There was a fishy smell from the tip of the nose, which made people very evil, and when I got closer, it turned out to be an old man with an epidemic attack with his eyes closed and was eaten by a wild ghost.

The clouds in early winter are a little low.

There is no star and moon.

A thin layer of frost has begun to accumulate in the stagnant water.

"No. 0357 Changping Street, this is the house, move things over quickly, don't rub it in." There was a truck parked on the side of the road, and there was a group of people standing next to the car, and the leader of the leader had a green light in his eyes and a green horn on his forehead.

Rakshasa disciples.

Mutants.

The green horned man kept shouting: "Hurry up, it's too late, what are you afraid of, what are you afraid of, what are the ghosts afraid of, and they won't bite you!" You are all protected by the gods, and the gods are omnipotent, and you have to contribute to the gods. ”

Workers who make promises.

Sweating profusely, carrying the machines on the truck.

It's big, it's heavy, it's metallic.

Suddenly.

The green-horned man slammed into the shadows, a strange ripple appeared on his forehead, and he shot over with a bang: "Who? Come out! ”

The mutation of the Greenhorn Man enhances its own perception, and it can condense its perception into an invisible corrugated knife for long-range attacks.

The corrugated knife smashed into the shadows, and then disappeared without a sound.

"Who!"

"Come out!"

"Don't pretend to be a ghost, be careful of grandpa ......"

The words were not finished.

The voice of the green-horned man stopped abruptly, and a sword qi slashed directly through his neck, his head flew away from his body, and the netherworld qi was directly swallowed by a small glutton.

"You!"

Those submissive workers watched as the boss who should have been arrogant died directly, and in the shadows came out a girl in black clothes, with a lot of tea and fish.

"Are you a ghost?" The workers asked timidly, and everyone began to move into the distance as they asked, but they did not dare to go too far from the truck, because the lessons of the past two days had taught them.

Once you get away from your boss, the ghosts on the road can eat you alive.

Only obedient.

Only by listening to the boss can you live.

"Don't move around here, it's not safe at night, keep the door closed." Cha Duoyu pointed to a shop next to him, No. 0357 Changping Street, "Hurry up and go in, don't come out until dawn." ”

The Greenhorn Man died.

Not far away on the side of the road, the three wild ghosts were stunned at first, then turned around and pounced on this side.

When the workers saw a ghost floating over, they didn't need to talk nonsense, they instantly squeezed into the shop, and the door was shut, just looking out through the crack in the door.

Cha Duoyu did not dodge or dodge, his fingertips were lightly touched towards his heart, and a snake-shaped golden flying sword stabbed towards the wild ghost, as fast as lightning.

Silent.

The wild ghost fell on the road, and the ghost qi was directly swallowed by the Heaven Replenishing Sword.

Cha Duoyu held the hilt of the sword that mended the sky, and the corners of his mouth moved: "It's not that I don't overtake you, who let you be bewitched by the Rakshasas!" ”

Without stopping, or even checking the machines that the trucks had brought down to the door, Cha Duoyu just made up a sword for those machines, and her current task was to slay ghosts and hone her swordsmanship, and leave nothing else to worry about.

Your own strength is strong enough to resist all dangers, and if your own strength is not enough, no matter how much you know, it is useless.

Cha Duoyu incarnated into a spirit in the night, shuttled lightly in the streets and alleys, one by one the wild ghosts were stabbed to death, the ghost was swallowed, when the hundredth was killed, Cha Duoyu felt a little tired at the wrist, and the spiritual sea was slightly shocked.

All-out consumption.

The nine lotus flowers can't recover.

But tonight's goal is eight hundred and six, and no one can be missing.

Cha Duoyu knows that there will be no superintendent of the instrument, but a promise is a promise, and it is better to refuse than to be cheating.

Blood permeated the earth, and the smell of fish became stronger.

The sleepwalkers who were controlled by the epidemic seem to have reached a climax tonight, the deeper the night, the more people come out, and the more presumptuous the wild ghosts become. After a few days of biting and devouring, some wild ghosts have started to evolve and quietly embarked on the path of ghost kings.

"Gross!"

When Chaduoyu slaughtered three hundred wild ghosts, his whole body began to ache, and there were constant scenes of wild ghosts biting the living, and his stomach churned and he vomited.

A wild ghost saw Cha Duoyu bending down and took the opportunity to sneak up on her.

Cha Duoyu's Heaven Replenishing Sword seemed to have eyes, and his backhand pierced the body of the wild ghost, and the ghost qi escaped.

"What a stupid beast."

"Grandma spit out a few mouthfuls of sour water and thought she could sneak attack?"

"Innocent, so naïve!"

"My sister is a ghost."

In order to achieve the goal of slaying eight hundred and six ghosts, she began to carefully study how to reduce the trajectory of swordsmanship, how to stab wild ghosts to death with the least power of ghosts and gods, and how strong the sword should be.

You can't blindly draw your sword.

Each sword must live up to its rightful value.

The Heaven Replenishing Sword underwent a slight change when Cha Duoyu killed the five hundredth wild ghosts, and the sword body seemed to be able to change form with Cha Duoyu's thoughts.

If the original form of the Heaven Replenishing Sword was just a small golden snake, then this second form was a big python.

The sword intent followed the divine thought of Cha Duoyu.

After the golden snake is stabbed, if the tea is controlled by many fish, the golden snake can change into a big python at any time, the golden snake is flexible, but the big python is strong.

Even if it was just now, Cha Duoyu also relied on the big python to stab sixteen swords in a row, stabbing to death a fierce spirit whose ghost qi was obviously more than five times thicker than that of other wild ghosts.

Sweat fell to the ground drop by drop down Cha Duoyu's forehead.

The tight-fitting black clothes clinged to the skin.

Sticky and thick.

The heart beats fast.

The sword in his hand is getting heavier and heavier, and the spiritual sea is empty, and there is no power of ghosts and gods. The brain constantly sends signals to the tea and fish to rest, and the body needs to rest, tired, very tired, very tired......