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It's already night. 【愛↑去△小↓說△網 Qu 】

Located at the foot of the hill, the village is brightly lit, and the village called Ivan, which belongs to the Golden Lion, is home to dozens of families. Each villager has a field of his own, and the crops grown can be sold to the Golden Lion in addition to their own use. Every three months, a buyer of the Golden Lion comes to the village to buy the crops needed. In addition to growing crops, the villagers also act as hunters. Behind the village is an undulating mountain range, where wild animals hunt it.

Today must be a day of great significance for the people in the village, and the voice that rings in everyone's head like a god is enough to serve as a talking point for the villagers for a year. Although these villagers didn't know what the Supreme was, they were sure that the man who could speak to them in their minds must be remarkable. In the simple concept of the villagers, even their idol Marshal Capro can't do this, so this man named Allen must be more powerful than Capro.

It's a simple and intuitive comparison.

As one of the few bars in the village, the Kangaroo Bar, run by the Crippled Czech, was sold out tonight. The Czech used to be a village hunter, and when he was young, he went into the mountains to hunt and was bitten off by a black bear. Now he has a prosthetic leg on his leg and walks with a limp. There are only two bars in the village of Ivan, one is a Czech kangaroo and the other is a bull bar run by the young Holly.

The Czech ale has always been sold at a reasonable price, and the middle-aged and elderly people in the village often come to visit it. Holly's Bull Bar is popular with young people, and each bar has its own customers, and the well water does not interfere with the river water. The kangaroo bar is a bit older, and the villagers who come here are naturally a little older, and there are no beautiful young dancers in the kangaroo bar, and the only dancer who comes to perform every Saturday and Sunday is the widow of the village.

Maria is no longer young, but she is in good shape, especially with her choppy chest, and the spectacle always makes the men in the bar happy to stuff a few more bills into it. If Maria is in a good mood one day, she can have a fun time with her in the room behind the bar.

So every Saturday and Sunday, business at Kangaroo Bar is better than usual. It's not a weekend, but business is exceptionally good. People were talking about the man, so much so that he wanted to spill one glass after another, and the Czechs had already let his nephew take out the fourth barrel of ale from the cellar, but he was afraid that he would soon sell out his last two barrels.

But with money to be made, the Czech Republic doesn't care if these old guys get drunk in his bar.

When the widow Maria walked into the bar in a sensual dress with a low neckline, the atmosphere in the bar was so hot that it almost lifted the roof.

The men coaxed Maria to do a song, and the women laughed and danced so passionately that the men threw money on the dance floor.

Suddenly, the door of the bar is slammed open, and people recognize him as Logan, the grave keeper who guards the cemetery behind the village. Logan is almost sixty years old, the few hairs left on his head are about to fall out, and he had two front teeth knocked out when he was younger, so he always leaks his speech. The children in the village would always call him Toothless Logan, even if he didn't miss any teeth except for his two front teeth.

The grave keeper did not look very good, and looked a little frightened and panicked, which people thought was strange. After all, Logan is not small, he once made a bet with someone to sleep in the grave with a woman who had just died, so he won a small sum of money. Besides, even a cowardly person can't be a grave keeper. But now, Logan is scared, which is a little unusual.

The Czech put a glass of wine to him and said, "Drink a glass of wine and calm down, what is the matter with you old fellow, is it that the dead man in the grave has risen up and danced?" ”

The villagers laughed, and Jean the hunter exclaimed, "Maybe the woman in the grave wants to get Logan to bed." ”

People laughed even louder.

"you. , Jean. The things in your stall are as small as your guts, so don't joke about Lao Tzu. The grave keeper drank the wine from his cup and put it down heavily, "There are ghouls in the cemetery, and my God, they have dug up all the graves." ”

"Ghouls?"

"You didn't wake up."

"How is this possible?"

The people, of course, didn't believe it, and they made fun of the grave keeper, and Logan simply jumped on the bar, which the Czech frowned, which he had just wiped in the morning. Old Logan's shoes, which were stained with the soil of the cemetery, were now trampled on them, and the grave keeper did not care about the Czech feelings, and shouted: "If you don't believe me, come with me to the cemetery, and if I lie to you, let the Czech boar stab me in the ass." But if it's true, you'll have to let Maria sleep with me for three nights! ”

The widow on the stage cried out, "Just your little and short thing, let alone three nights, you have to be done in a minute." ”

The people laughed again, and Jean the Hunter stood up and said, "I'll go with you." ”

Someone took the lead, and the others also stood up to see the excitement, and the Czech Republic hurriedly shouted: "You good deeds, pay me first!" ”

People paid the bill and left, leaving only a few old people who were too old to walk. Maria walked over and sat down at the bar, an action that made the view under the neckline even more spectacular. The Czech swallowed, handed the woman a glass of wine, and said, "I said Maria, do you want to make more money." ”

"And you?" The woman laughed, "The old guy hasn't touched a woman for a long time, okay, I'll take it as a good deed." ”

The Czech laughed, grabbed a wad of bills and put them in the woman's neckline. The two looked at each other and smiled, and walked to the back of the bar. As soon as he entered the room, the Czech Republic suddenly poked into the neckline, and the uncontrollable plump made the old man immediately excited.

After a few minutes, the Czech came out satisfied, and an old man whistled and said, "Cripple, Maria didn't eat you." ”

"Fart, I'm pretty much the same after I ate her." The Czech Republic said proudly, feeling a pang of satisfaction at the memory of the woman's screams and begs for mercy.

Suddenly, the door to the bar is slammed open, and Gene the Hunter stumbles in, and he smashes his chair to the ground. The Czechs hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, only to find that the hunter's stomach had a hole, and the contents had hung outside the stomach.

"Oh my God, Jean, what's wrong with you?" The Czechs screamed.

The hunter grabbed the Czech collar and said, "Here they are, here they are, run." ”

After saying this, he died. At this time, the Czechs heard the shouts of people outside, and even the sound of gunfire. He quickly put down the hunter, grabbed a shotgun from behind the bar, and walked out of the bar.

There was a fire burning in the street outside the bar, and it seemed like a car was on fire, and people kept running from that side. The Czechs caught a young man and asked, "What's going on?" ”

"Monster, monster is coming." The young man slapped the Czech hand away and ran forward screaming: "The end has come, the end of the world has come!" ”

The Czech cursed, and suddenly the figure of a beast emerged from the fire in the street. The Czech was stunned, he swore he had never seen such a beast. It was the size of a calf, and its two arms were the same as those of a human, but with the legs of a ploughing ox. It has two curved horns on its head, and flames fly in between!

"Monster...... Monster. ”

The Czech cried out, and the monster was already running towards him. The Czechs screamed and fired, the bullets hitting the monster without even breaking the skin. The monster rushed over, raised its arm and swept it, and the Czech flew upside down into the bar, and fell on the bar, his head twisted at an unnatural angle, and his neck seemed to have been broken, and he died instantly.

The village of Ivan was burning, and soon the flames spread to the farmland. At night, the light of the fire can be clearly seen even from tens of kilometers away.

The shouting in the village had faded away, and the only boy left was shivering in his cellar. The roar of a monster could be heard from outside the door of the cellar above, and after a few moments, there was no sound. He had the courage to open the cellar and walk out of the house.

The home had been buried in flames, the house had collapsed, and strangely, no body was to be seen. The boy crouched on the ground with his knees folded and cried, when he heard footsteps, looked up, and a figure came towards him.

It was a man, wearing a cloak with only his head exposed. His long black hair fluttered in the firelight, and his slightly vicissitudes of life had a cold expression on his face. He walked up to the boy, who stopped crying, only sobbing from time to time.

"Are you the only one left?"

The boy did not speak or nod.

The man stretched out his hand: "Do you want to come with me and let me give you a new journey?" ”

The boy looked around and eventually stood up and took the man's hand.

So the older and the younger left the burning village.

The next day, a convoy arrived in the village of Ivan. It was a convoy of several off-road vehicles, and soldiers jumped out of the cars one by one, fully armed. The man who looked like the captain of the team bit a cigarette, looked at the large blackened farmland and scolded in a low voice, "What's going on here? ”

"Who knows, yesterday the old man of the clock tower saw the fire here and reported the situation, otherwise we who are still on vacation would not have made a special trip here." Behind the captain, a black man complained.

"Okay, it's all here, let's complain less about it." The captain made a gesture: "All the staff enter the village, pay attention to concealment, and search for survivors first." ”

The team of twenty or so men divided into several groups and entered the village from different directions. After 10 minutes, they met in the village square. The search was fruitless, with no survivors and no bodies, which is strange.

"Captain, what do you think?" The black man asked.

The captain narrowed his eyes and said, "Apparently it was an attack, and we found traces of violent destruction, as well as blood stains that had dried up. But the fact that there is no corpse makes people wonder, could it be that after the intruder killed someone, he took the corpse away? It doesn't make sense. "Reading, a better reading experience.