A look of determination flashed in Zhou Debao's eyes, and he threw me aside, and the Japanese knife pierced through his chest.

"Huh!"

Zhou Debao glanced down, the corners of his mouth grinned in an arc, blood flowed down, rushed forward, grabbed Sakamoto's hand, and the knife was inserted deeper.

"Yaga!"

Sakamoto scolded, Zhou Debao laughed more heartily, and a knife slipped out of the cuff and stabbed Sakamoto in the chest.

"Little Japan!"

I scolded and rushed forward, fingers together, and poked Sakamoto in the temple.

With a thud, Sakamoto's head tilted to one side, and a fist arrived at the right time and slammed into it.

"Humph!"

Sakamoto snorted and fell backwards.

"Come back!"

Zhou Debao laughed cruelly, pulled Sakamoto back, held the handle of the knife and turned in a circle, and in a piercing friction sound, Sakamoto closed his eyes.

Zhou Debao tilted his head, smiled bitterly, and fell down.

"All together!"

Gray Sun jumped off my shoulders and spun around in front of the two corpses.

"No, no!"

I shook my head, although Sakamoto was dead, his eyes were open, there was a touch of madness in them, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the smile was a smug smile, not the disappointment after being killed.

"Wow!"

Rhubarb circled the poplar twice, sniffing back and forth, as if he had found something.

"Rhubarb, what's wrong?"

I walked over and rubbed Rhubarb's head, squatted down and asked.

"Wow!"

Rhubarb barked twice at the tree, stuck out his tongue and licked my hand.

"Brother, the corpse is gone!"

Ryoko said in a deep voice.

I looked back, the blood on the ground, the bodies of Zhou Debao and Sakamoto were all gone, and Bao Xitun had returned to its former calm.

"It's the Japanese who did it!" I immediately understood that the point was on the Japanese officer Saka himself.

But I can't figure it out, when it comes to grievances, the grievances of hundreds of villagers in Baoxitun are much greater than him, why can he let the old men and young people in Baoxitun continue to reincarnate and experience pain.

"Magic weapon!"

Ryoko spit out two words, compared the tattoo on his chest, and said: "It's like my tattoo, which is sealed with evil ghosts, so I have no problem dealing with Yin Spirits, even if there are hundreds of them." ”

"Bon and Tantra have gabra, and some people have Pithangka, both of which are magic weapons that can suppress the yin spirits of a place, and maybe there is one such magic weapon here!"

Ryoko looked around and focused her gaze on the big poplar tree.

"Wow!"

Seeing this, Rhubarb immediately screamed twice, biting Liangzi's trouser legs and dragging them under the big poplar tree.

"Is that really it?"

I walked over and circled the tree twice, but I didn't notice any difference, and the three children appeared.

Unlike the previous ones, they looked at me with a fierce look on their faces, trying to stop me from checking the tree.

"Don't!"

One of them suddenly grabbed my leg and opened his mouth to take a bite.

"Hey!"

I frowned in pain and pulled the child.

"Brother, it's useless, their behavior at the moment is not under their control!" Liangzi shook his head, showed no mercy at all, picked up the child on the side one by one, threw it to Xu Tianqi, and said: "You look at them, don't tell me, you can't even look at the child!" ”

Xu Tianqi muttered something in a low voice as if he had eaten, and put aside the three children with scarlet eyes and struggles.

Without the interference of the three children, I came to the big poplar tree, put my hand on the tree, and a wind blew, and the branches and leaves swayed, making a rustling sound, and the rough bark suddenly wriggled and formed a human face.

"Is it really hiding here?" I was a little surprised, and a five-thunder talisman slipped out and pasted it.

With a thunderclap, a flash of lightning erupted from the tree, revealing a scorched black color, and the sky suddenly darkened.

It's no longer clear skies, but dark clouds.

Tunzi has also changed, and the fire is soaring, just like the first day.

And the biggest change is around us.

The ground beneath his feet was sticky, soaked in blood, and there was no place to stay, and the destination was a corpse with various forms of death.

Hundreds of corpses are scattered in an area of hundreds of square meters centered on the large poplar tree.

Under the big poplar tree, a Japanese knife is inserted there, the blade is shiny, revealing a sense of anger.

"You're all going to die!"

A gloomy voice sounded from the tree, and a hand reached out, holding the hilt of the knife, and the person also walked out of the tree, it was that Sakamoto.

He drew his knife and licked it with his tongue out, blood flowing down the blade, both his own and the blood of the villagers.

"I hold this knife, and I have slashed one hundred and twenty-eight people, and there will be two more souls under the knife today!" He pointed his knife at me slowly, a holy look on his face.

"Jap, I'll fuck your grandma!"

Ryoko didn't mean to talk nonsense with him at all, and rushed straight up.

"Kill!"

Sakamoto snorted, strode forward, and slashed straight down.

Ryoko didn't dodge or dodge, his eyes were scarlet, and he rushed forward with the blade.

With a pop, the knife slashed into Ryoko's shoulder, and Ryoko sneered, holding on to the blade, and kicked out.

Sakamoto staggered back, didn't let go, and dragged Ryoko to follow him, the knife stuck in the bone, and there was a grinding tooth-like cracking sound.

Ryoko didn't say anything, but kicked out again, and a green-faced fanged demon with eight arms emerged behind him.

"Humph!"

Sakamoto paused on his hind feet and dragged the knife down with both hands, trying to break Ryoko's arm.

Ryoko held the blade of the knife with both hands, looked at Sakamoto coldly, and the scene was frozen for a while.

"Brother, don't come here, Yaksha kills ghosts, no distinction between me and the enemy!"

I was about to step forward when Ryoko stopped me.

As soon as the words fell, the eight-armed demon leaned down and bit down on the blade of Xue Liang, its fangs touched the blade, making a dinging sound, but it was a Japanese man in a samurai uniform.

Mori Bai's teeth opened and closed with a creaking sound, blood running down his mouth, and a howl of pain came out.

"Yaga!"

Seeing this, Sakamoto's expression changed, and he bit his tongue and sprayed blood on the knife.

The blade of the sword trembled, and with a buzzing sound, a Japanese soldier stepped out of the blade, holding the knife and slashing at the eight-armed demon.

Ryoko calls the eight-armed evil ghost Yaksha, which is transliterated from Sanskrit and refers to the evil ghost that eats people or eats ghosts.

Tattooing the Yaksha in the body is both a hind hand and a kind of torture, and if there are no ghosts to eat, the Yaksha will devour the essence and blood of the person.

Liangzi has to endure the torture of yin qi phagocytosis and essence and blood deficiency every day, if it weren't for Zhu Er's constant use of food supplements to fill the deficit, Liangzi may not be alive now.

Facing the Japanese soldier rushing out of the Japanese sword, Yaksha grabbed the Japanese samurai who was pulled out with two arms and ate it, and the remaining six arms resisted the slashing Japanese sword.

The clattering sound of chewing did not stop for a moment, and after eating one, Yaksha grabbed one again and stuffed it into his mouth, occasionally not guarding against a certain katana, and he didn't care, allowing the blade to slash at his body, bringing up a green juice.

Whenever this happens, the rate at which he eats increases.

"Yaga!"

"Yaga!"

Sakamoto had no choice, and kept cursing, but he could only watch as the Japanese soldiers guarding around him decreased one by one, and the light on the sword gradually dimmed.

And with the dimming of the blade, the corpses of the villagers on the ground also changed.

The first change came from Zhou Debao, who opened his eyes, got up from the ground, and looked at Sakamoto with a resentful gaze.

As time passed, more and more villagers got up from the ground and gathered around, surrounding Sakamoto in the middle.

Sakamoto's expression became more and more panicked, the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and he shouted fiercely: "Don't come here, our Imperial Japanese Army will not let you go!" ”

"Come on, Japan has been defeated for more than 70 years, and it's still big Japanese Imperial Army, and now it's all changed to the Self-Defense Forces, do you know what the Self-Defense Forces are? Do I need to explain it to you? I asked with a sneer.

"You lie, you lie!" Sakamoto shouted fiercely.

At this time, the eight-armed demon scooped up the last Japanese soldier, stuffed it into his mouth like a jujube, chewed a few bites casually, swallowed it in his stomach, burped, and retracted Ryoko's body.

"Get out!"

Ryoko screamed and kicked again, Sakamoto staggered back, let go of the knife in his hand, and the villagers rushed up and surrounded him in the middle.

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