Ciric closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, gently breathing in the fresh, natural air of the forest.

His right hand was raised slightly.

Suddenly the forest was quiet with gunshots, curses, and faint cries of pain.

The right hand is cut again.

The smell of gunpowder and blood wafted faintly in the breeze.

There seemed to be a symphony of ups and downs in his mind, and his right hand waved in the air, like gently holding an invisible baton.

It's a piece of death.

This is a funeral song.

Whoever can hear will die.

As the door of the wooden house was slammed open, and the leaves in the door were finally ignited, the symphony gradually reached its climax.

The right hand is raised high.

When it falls again, it's the end.

……

By the time the second gunshot rang out in the forest, the young policeman had already reached the hut.

Immediately afterward, gunshots were heard in the house.

And howls of pain.

The young policeman remembered that it was full of young students and two women, and the courage that the badge gave him made him rush to the front of the house without hesitation, clench his pistol, fit and slam into the wooden door.

He was too agitated to pay any attention to the wires hanging from the ground. So much so that his left foot stepped on the wire, causing the end of the wire to slide onto the piece of metal wrapped under the door frame.

Faint sparks splashed and kept falling onto the dry fallen leaves.

The door lock of a wooden house in the suburbs was certainly not strong, and the young and strong policeman smashed the door open in just one stroke.

There was chaos in the house.

Under the window on the left lies a young boy with a deep hole in his right eye socket that has been knocked out by a bullet.

Near the door, several young people gathered, one of the emaciated boys was being shot in the calf and was howling, and the other girl fell to the ground on her side, blood strewn across her chest.

The dagger was in the hand of the boy named Alex.

The young policeman was still in shock, and just raised his pistol, and before he could shout the warning "Do not move", he saw a pair of bloodshot red eyes and a cold light on the swinging dagger.

He was frightened, and his right index finger slammed into the trigger.

……

Todd and Lyudon have avoided their first death since the accident.

Not counting Qi Zihuan, who was out of the house, the few people hiding in the wooden house followed the list, followed by Beechcraft, Claire and Alex.

Now Beechcraft is dead.

Claire is also dead.

Alex looked at the bright red dagger in his hand, guilty to the extreme, and terrified to the extreme.

The next one is yourself.

Why is there no omen!

He shouted in his heart, his chest filled with the weightlessness of being abandoned by fate.

At this moment, the wooden door behind him was suddenly slammed open.

He shuddered, and when he turned his head, the dagger in his hand had already been waved subconsciously.

He was greeted by a policeman in a police uniform, holding a pistol in both hands, the muzzle of which was pointed at him.

It's too late.

Although his action of wielding the dagger was not able to hurt the young policeman because of the distance, the expression of the policeman seemed to be shocked by the bloody scene in the house, and at the same time, he was also aroused by the dagger he wielded.

Will shoot!

Alex's desperate gaze also saw the flames that were rapidly burning next to the policeman.

Maybe after his death, Lyudon and Todd won't be able to escape.

Death is coming......

……

Sometimes, a grand concert can also have some unexpected noise.

At the moment when the young policeman pulled the trigger, a small paper figure jumped up in the air and kicked the policeman's arm between the lightning and flint.

Gunshots.

There was an extra bullet hole in the wall of the wooden house.

Alex's dagger fell, and the bullet narrowly passed his face, sending out a scorching air that made his cheeks ache.

The young policeman was kicked by the paper man and staggered a few steps to the right, his clothes were lifted by the flames, and he quickly kept slapping.

This action also made the teacher Liuton and Alex in the house wake up from their sluggish state, and immediately look for blankets and water jugs to put out the fire together.

The little paper man drew his paper knife and swept out of the house, where he would stand at the edge of the flames and swept the knife outward.

The blade glowed black, and each time it rolled up some knife wind, sweeping away the dead leaves on the ground layer by layer.

After a dozen counts, a fire barrier on the ground has been formed.

The police, Alex, and Lyudon only need to concentrate on extinguishing the flames on the outer wall of the wooden house, but fortunately, the fire has just been ignited, and the fire is not in full bloom, and it is finally completely extinguished with the efforts of several people.

……

Ciric frowned.

He is a man who likes to plan carefully, and the last thing he wants is the unexpected.

A domino is stuck, and the dominoes will not fall again.

Unless, reach out again and push it.

The old policeman had already handcuffed the hunter and kept wiping his face with his sleeve as he escorted the hunter towards the cabin.

A wild boar came out from the left, and he was stunned for a moment when he met two humans.

The old policeman was alert and decisively opened fire.

In a hurry, it didn't hit completely, and the bruised boar ran in the other direction.

When the boar rushes out of the bushes in front of them, they find that more humans are ahead.

The frenzied boar no longer dodged, raised its sharp fangs, and its heavy body rushed straight towards Alex, who had just finished fighting the fire, like an accelerated car.

No one could react.

Except for a paper figure that is not human.

The mantis arm is used as a car.

……

At the other end, the second paper man, which had not been exposed, suddenly appeared in front of Ciric, flew and jumped, and the paper knife in his hand slashed straight at Ciric.

The wind suddenly rose, blowing the paper figure away, and then breathed again.

Before the paper figure hit the trunk of a tree, he kicked his legs and shot at the 'Grim Reaper'.

The wind rises again.

Ciric looked at the little paper figure that kept trying, and his instinct told him that the black light on the little paper knife would cause him real damage.

Just as he was considering whether to set off a smaller tornado to tear the paper figures apart, he suddenly saw branches and leaves and dust flying in one direction of the forest.

It's like something is coming at a speed and brute force that is several times faster than the boar rage just now.

It's a blink of an eye.

A hand reached out of the bush in front of him, pinched his head and moved it several meters sideways, slamming it into the tree on one side.

The thick trees of the bowl folded in response.

The heavens shook, and there was an earthquake.

The trees around them all fell in their direction and smashed the visitor.

Qi Zihuan's body was full of golden light, and he carried the fallen trees with his body.

A peachwood sword appeared out of thin air and stabbed straight into Ciric's abdomen.

Pull it out, poke it again.

"Why!" Qi Zihuan asked sharply.

His clothes were almost all strips of cloth, and even though he was wearing gold armor, the fall of trees still made him tremble.

But his right hand was still steady and mechanical, and with a single stroke, he repeatedly drew the wooden sword and stabbed it.

Ciric felt his soul weaken all of a sudden.

"Because they're all on the list, doomed to die."

Ciric doesn't feel like he's wrong, rules are rules.

Qi Zihuan's somewhat reddened eyes stared at him, and he drew out a peachwood sword and crossed his throat.

"You and that black man have let them go! This is your choice, and since you have voluntarily given up harvesting their lives, you should not play with them again and again. ”

"Someone has to die, that's the rule." Ciric's voice was still hoarse, and there was no emotion.

"You should be held accountable for the mistakes you have made. If someone is going to die, it should be you who will take their place. ”

"But ......"

There is nothing to do, the wooden sword in Qi Zihuan's hand is already black and bright, and the not sharp blade cuts into Ciric's neck like cutting tofu.

The head fell and was kicked away by Qi Zihuan.

The headless corpse fell next to a tree.

It's like a musical rest.