Night is approaching, and the needle pine leaves are vivid. Before the wind comes, the fluttering thin wings flicker. In the quiet Songyang Gang, the night insects have stopped, and the birds are quiet. The summer cicada was lying dormant on the bark of the tree, and its color matched the color of the tree, making it difficult to detect.

She is good at restraining demonic breath, and if she doesn't show her true appearance, she won't see demonic energy. If she turns into a cicada, she will be no different from ordinary cicadas, or she may have a trace of wildness, but she has no demonic power. If you turn into a demon, the demonic aura will be pervasive, and the radius will be shrouded in white mist for several miles.

The Cicada Demon Dream Eater will never leave Songyang Gang.

A leopard with white fur and black spots slowly came out of the grass, and its prey was a sika deer. The deer and the leopard were similar in size, but they had long since died, and the bite marks on their necks were evident in the blood had already congealed. The leopard dragged the deer, but walked as usual, without tiring.

When the clouded leopard first came to Songyanggang, he felt that this place was hidden and could be used for healing. He was originally a leopard demon in the Western Fantasy Land, and he came to the south with the white tiger, and both coveted the mountain spirit of the Hidden Fog Mountain, the nine-toothed divine deer, so they fought with each other every year. Not long ago, the clouded leopard was defeated by the white tiger, was seriously injured, and was driven out of the Hidden Fog Mountain by the white tiger.

The clouded leopard puts the deer down, moves its forelimbs up, steps on the deer, and at the same time transforms into a human form, tears the skin with both arms, and eats the fresh meat from the deer's legs. He ate deliciously, unaware of the human face behind him.

It was extremely beautiful, dreamlike, but it was just a woman's face, without a body or limbs.

Suddenly the white mist shrouded, and the secluded pine forest was no longer verdant, but faintly blurred.

"Delicious appearance! Your eating appearance has deeply attracted my heart!" This voice is extremely beautiful, soft, gentle, and seems to be soul-stirring.

However, the clouded leopard does not know desire, pure demonic nature, how can it be tempted by its kind. He stood up, swallowed the venison in his mouth, turned to the woman's face, and said, "Charm is useless to me." I have not come here to occupy your territory. ”

This beautiful face was immediately shattered, and the delicate person fell down and stepped forward with broken steps, "You leopard, you can harm my deer." On this Songyang Gang, there is no such wild demon as you. ”

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Songyang Gang has been guarded by the mother tree of the pine forest for thousands of years. The tigers and wolves here are extinct, and most of them are warm beasts. In the past hundred years, there has only been one monster, and it is the cicada demon who eats dreams. But the cicada demon does not harm the creatures in the forest, but it is only demonic in nature, and likes to eat the dreams and souls of mortals.

The cicada demon bent down, reached out and stroked the sika deer's forehead gently, and then looked at the clouded leopard, and said in a soft voice, "Leopard, the creatures here are all my neighbors, and I can't bear to kill them by you." ”

"My nature is like this, do you want to eat fruit too?" he wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth.

"There are a lot of mortals in this southern realm, you can kill a few people to eat. Presumably, human flesh is more delicious than venison. She said as she stuck out her tongue and licked her thin red lips.

The clouded leopard sighed long, "The demon also has a way, it is inconvenient to enter the mortal world to take his life, and in the human world, there are also masters who stand up, I am seriously injured and escaped, and I don't want to take risks." ”

"Leopard, how old are you?"

"Hmph! I have been a demon for more than 80 years. ”

"Then I am earlier than you, I am a hundred years of dreams. She suddenly put her hand on the clouded leopard's shoulder, "I can let you recuperate in this pine forest, and I will tolerate you killing the creatures here." But you'll have to settle under that pine tree. She pointed to it, the same tree where she used to live.

"That's great, thank you very much. But why do you want me to dwell under a tree? ”

"You and I are both wild demons, and we should go our separate ways. Actually, I'm not afraid of those monks and Taoists, but now that it's autumn, I'm afraid of the cold, and my demonic power has been greatly reduced, so I have to hibernate for six months. ”

"I promise you," the clouded leopard laughed, "and if some mortals come, I'll hunt for them." ”

The water is dark and I don't know the depth. The Sanchuan River has a gentle flow, and there are countless hills on both banks, and the streams of the valleys under the hills slowly converge in this deep river. The Sanchuan River is the main stream in the area, but in autumn, the rain becomes less and the banks are a little higher.

The Sanchuan River flows eastward, goes thousands of miles and enters the big river, and the river rushes into the sea. However, there is no such magnificence as the rivers in a radius of thousands of miles, and the Sanchuan River basin seems to be peaceful, and its scenery is picturesque, safe and leisurely.

In the upper reaches of the river, the north bank of the river is a bamboo forest. Sleeping bamboo, the leaves are dashing, and the weeds are overgrown and thorns are everywhere. Huang Lang was given a headache by these thorns, and there were many tears on his brocade robe, all thanks to these thorns.

That day, Huang Lang was rescued by the phoenix butterfly and fled south. He knew that the phoenix butterfly flew south when he rescued him, so he thought that the master of the Fengqi Palace was at the southern end. However, he really didn't know the name of Fengqi, and he ran around for two days in a row, and he was just running around the mountains. He knew that the phoenixes, butterflies and phoenixes were all monsters, so he wanted to find the traces of demons in the mountains and fields, and asked them where the phoenix was located.

Huang Lang, the human spirit, knows very little about the demons in the south. However, thanks to his previous book "Zhenguan Demon Record" written by Yuan Chao, he knew about the monsters in some regions of the southern realm.

Yuan Chao's "Demon Record" records that on the banks of the Sanchuan River, in the bamboo forest, the demons do not die, and they live three lives in order. The demon festival, the stick insect is also, and the three sections of the demon body are all numerology. That is to say, the festival demon has three lives.

In addition, it is also recorded in the book that the smell of alcohol can lead to demons. When Yuan Chao traveled to the south, he was drunk and lying in the bamboo forest by the Sanchuan River, so the festival demon appeared, but he was carrying a yang scroll at that time, and the festival demon did not dare to step forward.

Huang Lang took out the fire from his arms, picked up a pile of dead branches and leaves, lit it, and roasted the smoked wine rack he bought from the town on the fire. Smoked herb wine, its taste is light, but its incense is strong, can flutter for miles away, if heated, the aroma is more diffuse.

About half a moment later, a dark shadow suddenly passed from above. Huang Lang knew that there was a play, so he pretended to leave to look for firewood. The demon came, bouncing back and forth between the bamboo branches above.

The body of the demon is slender, shaped like a bamboo joint, the feet are long and thin, and they are very agile. He tried it at first, and seemed to be a little timid, but at last he could not resist the smell of wine, and when he saw the man leave, he fell from the bamboo, and when he landed, he suddenly turned into a human figure, and it was a skinny old man, but his body was only the size of a monkey.

When he saw the wine, he smiled at the corner of his mouth, and took the smell into his nose with his hand, and the state of good wine was self-evident. He was about to go up to grunt, when suddenly a net came to him, but he had a keen sense and flashed to the side. He was indeed athletic, and when he flashed, he flipped in mid-air and took the pot of wine away.

"Little mortal, this is not a toast. The voice of the demon came from among the bamboo leaves, but his form was no longer able to be captured.

In fact, the festival demon has become a kind of atmosphere among the ordinary people in this area. Mortals don't know the monsters of the bamboo forest, thinking that they are wine fairies living in peace, and often put wine jars in the bamboo forest to toast the wine fairies. There were even people who set up temples in the forest to worship the wine fairy, but those wines were also drunk by the festival demons.