Winter temperatures in the Kyoto area of Fuso are not low, and there is not much snowfall. In the Higashiyama Mountains in the northwest of Kyoto, although it is a little colder, there is also no significant snow.

There was nothing snowy, and the stars in the sky had become dull because of time, and Xiao Yan fell from the sky in such darkness, with a huge bone sickle and a shield that looked extremely tough. Beside him, a raging flame erupted, and those flames disappeared in the air in an instant. Behind Xiao Yan, hundreds or even more crows formed a pitch-black oolong, following closely and letting out a piercing scream.

This scene is indescribably spectacular, only in ancient mythology, the demon king who fell from the sky has such a might. It's just that Xiao Yan is not the Demon King, he is the opponent of the Demon King, and he is the existence of exterminating the demons.

As he slammed down the valley with the fire and light, and with a loud "boom", Novelli was freed from his state of distraction. Looking at the depths of the valley of dozens of meters, where Xiao Yan was shining, the female pathologist let out a long breath and whispered, "Oh, okay, where you go, where I'll go with you." ”

After speaking, Novelli grabbed the revolver in his hand and jumped at the place where Xiao Yan jumped. Compared with Xiao Yan, her appearance is much worse, at least there are no crows behind the tail flame of Xuanhe. When she landed beside Xiao Yan, those crows in the sky had disappeared, and some of the remaining crows could only scream and scatter.

In the mountains late at night, hearing the miserable cries of crows is enough to make many people's hearts tremble. Novelli wasn't intimidated by the crows' crows, though. But the scene in front of her made the hairs on her body stand up suddenly. In front of Xiao Yan. A large number of black figures in human form are constantly emerging from the darkness. Walked slowly in the direction of Xiao Yan. They move very strangely, as if their whole body is tied up with ropes and then they start walking, and each step makes the whole body shake. Some of the figures couldn't grasp their balance well, so they fell to the ground while walking, and the figures behind them stepped on the fallen figures as if unconscious, making a "cooing" sound.

Whether it's a person who walks, or someone who falls and gets stepped on. None of them made any noise. They looked at Xiao Yan like this and walked over slowly. In the eyes of these people, Novelli can see greed and pain, both greed and pain, which seem so intense.

The only thing these people can prove that life exists is perhaps their eyes, and apart from them, neither their parched, tightly wrapped skin around bones, nor their seemingly undulating chests make people feel like they are alive. Compared to the zombies in those movies. These people look even worse because the skin on the surface of their bodies is completely dehydrated. The bones are tightly clamped, so the belly that is burdened with organs is extraordinarily swollen, and it looks like a huge tumor.

Such human beings, Norweli had seen during the great famine in Africa, whether men, women, young or old, they were all such terrible and pitiful. As for Xiao Yan, in addition to seeing such a terrible scene in the photo, he also has such an existence in Chinese legends. In the depths of the hell, there is such a group of hungry ghosts who are forever hungry, even if their stomachs are already incomparably swollen.

Whether it's rumors or personal experience, if you put it in front of you, you will find that these people have the same place. That is, hunger. The difference is that elsewhere there is hunger for food, but here, these people are hungry for life.

"Damn," Norweli whispered, "we said these people don't have shiyan products, but that's not the case. They have a lot of shiyan products, we just haven't found them. ”

Xiao Yan said in a low voice: "A few years ago, there was a major earthquake in Fuso, and there were some rumors from Fukushima. Later, it was claimed that gangsters in various parts of Fuso had kidnapped homeless people to Fukushima, but this news was later discontinued. Now it seems that those homeless people did not go to Fukushima, but came here. ”

Norweli frowned and said, "It seems that the opponent is also very familiar with the rules of the Awakened. ”

Without the permission of the Shijie Tree, the Awakened are not allowed to take the initiative to launch an attack on the world, and unless they are attacked by the world, they can fight back, otherwise they will be punished. This is a rule to be followed by all Awakened and Trialists, whether it is appropriate or not, at least it has not been changed until now. And now, the same applies here.

Although the other party is ugly and even full of malice towards Xiao Yan, they have not yet mutated.

Yes, from a certain point of view, these human beings, who may have no tomorrow, have not mutated and are still ordinary human beings. Teardrop addiction is addiction, but addiction itself does not change the identity of human beings.

In other words, Xiao Yan can't attack these humans without the permission of the Shijie Tree, or until these people actually attack Xiao Yan. And this is obviously something that Xiao Yan did not expect.

Xiao Yan was not afraid of being besieged by these humans, and with his cloak defense, even if these humans had a preliminary mutation, it would not cause him harm. The problem is that Xiao Yan's real enemies may be hiding among these addicted people at this time, waiting for an opportunity to launch a real attack. In this chaotic situation, it will be more difficult to find those enemies.

But Xiao Yan didn't want to leave it, there were too many mysteries about teardrops, and tonight was a good opportunity to solve the mystery. Some mysteries are just a step away, and if we lose this opportunity today, who knows when the next one will be.

"If I had a worldly identity, it would be good."

Xiao Yan looked at the crowd that was getting closer and closer, and whispered, at the same time, he suddenly thought of little Fryman. If little Fryman's identity is here, of course, he has no worries in the face of such a situation. For now, Xiao Yan can only wait for those addicted humans to take the initiative to attack, and then fight back, and the adventure is inevitable.

Novelli was about to say something when a low chanting was heard on the opposite hill. This sound seemed to be a Buddha trumpet, and it seemed to be a Zen chanting, and in the blink of an eye, the sound surrounded the entire valley, rumbling like a burst of dragon chanting. After this voice, a loud and loud sound reappeared from there, as if someone was walking down the hill with a tin staff. The brass ring on the tin rod kept making a crisp crashing sound in the distance at night, and every time the impact sound came, you could feel that the other party was much closer to here.

This speed is less like walking, more like running, but the sound of the tin rod has not changed in any way, nor is it as rapid as when running. It was so unhurried, quickly approaching from the darkness on the opposite side, and in less than a minute, a thin monk with short hair and wearing a hundred clothes of indistinct color came out of the darkness.

Xiao Yan was slightly stunned, and was about to say something, when the monk had already turned around and chanted scriptures to the addicts around him who seemed to be shocked by the sound. Xiao Yan, who didn't understand Fusang dialect, and Nuo Weili, who didn't understand Buddhist scriptures, didn't care about what the monk said, they only knew that when the monk was reciting the scriptures, those addicted human beings all stopped, and stood there stupidly one by one, the pain and anxiety in their eyes slowly disappeared.

At the same time that the whole scene gradually subsided, Xiao Yan suddenly took a step forward, grabbed the monk's hundred clothes, and threw it backwards with force. Then he raised his shield abruptly. After that, the sound of impact burst out, and the huge impact force even made Xiao Yan take a few steps back in a row, and then, the dense raindrops of bullet impact sounded on Xiao Yan's shield one after another.

"Novelli, do it!"

Xiao Yan roared, and the bone sickle in his hand suddenly emitted light, and he was about to throw it hard. At this moment, a hand grabbed Xiao Yan's right arm, making him unable to exert his strength. This is an ingenious contact, Liliang is not big, but it is at a delicate node, even with Xiao Yan's current attributes, he can't break free from the pull of this hand. Immediately after, a Fusang dialect that Xiao Yan couldn't understand came out behind him.

"Don't kill those who are alive."

Norweli's translator had an indescribable sense of mockery, and at the same time as Xiao Yan's movements paused slightly, Novelli had already rushed out, and the revolver in her hand was continuously bombarded at the dark place opposite. The orange muzzle flame made Novelly's face alternate between light and dark, and Xiao Yan's familiarity came back to his heart again.

But this familiarity was interrupted by a new shout, and behind him, the monk suddenly let out a scream, a voice so sharp that even the bushes in the valley trembled.

After this shout, the monk shouted a few more words, and when he heard the monk's shout, Novoli's body paused slightly, and it happened that the 12 rounds of the revolver were completely finished at this time. The female pathologist suddenly raised her hand, and a huge red shield suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, completely blocking the opponent's attack. Behind the shield, Novelli turned her head to look at Xiao Yan and said, "These are innocent villagers, the whole village has been occupied, and the whole village has become what it is now. ”

Xiao Yan pouted slightly and said, "I have to catch those people, otherwise more people will be victimized." ”

After listening to Novelli's translation, the monk turned his head to look at the bullets that kept coming from the darkness in the distance, and after a moment of silence, an indescribable black object suddenly floated out at the monk's feet. (To be continued......)