The demon leaves the nest.

"Hurry up! the demons are coming!" the young villagers roared on the branches of the dead trees at the entrance of the village, and on the rare sunny day, there was something pitch-black spreading on the snow in the distance, and the number was huge and dense.

"Vanilla, vanilla!" commanded the old man at the entrance of the village, "hurry up and go around the village and set the vanilla on fire." ”

In accordance with the instructions, the villagers cleared the snow on the ground on the border of the village and set fire to piles of herbs, but soon, some villagers reported, "Village chief, there is not enough coriander!"

"Then vacate the entrance to the village!" the old village chief immediately decided, "Bring out all the firewood left in the village, those are just little demons, they will be afraid of fire!" The villagers are waiting at the entrance of the village with their precious "weapons", some are hoes, some are axes, and the strong son stands at the front, holding a big firewood knife in his hand.

In the distance, small black dots could be seen rapidly spreading on the snow, and even the most heroic villagers could not help but feel a chill down their backs.

There were too many, and in that black river that spread, every black dot was a small tarantula, surging densely towards the village, which could almost be said to be a catastrophe of destruction. The village chief took a deep breath, and an old and hoarse voice came out of his mouth,

"Prepare to throw torches!"

A cadre of villagers with torches in one hand and weapons in the other, looking at the rapid tide of spiders, there are already many people trembling, but there is no way to retreat. And just when everyone was waiting, a discordant voice came from behind,

"It's really lively. Di Zi'an was going to go around the outside of the village, looking for demons to practice or something, but suddenly heard a shout from the village entrance, and then all the villagers were mobilized, and each family copied the guy and ran to the village entrance, Di Zi'an came to the village entrance, and found that the snow was cleared aside, and there were many piles of firewood burning at the village entrance, and many villagers gathered here, and they didn't know what kind of celebration they thought.

As soon as Di Zi'an appeared, the nervousness of the villagers obviously increased significantly, especially those who were holding torches and copying them, and a few even fell to the ground with a trembling torch...... Devil?

Di Zi'an stepped forward and walked to the strongest villager, along the way the other villagers consciously gave way, and even dared not breathe, the strongest villager seemed to hesitate a little, but finally let Di Zi'an stand next to him.

"Is it the heir of that tarantula?" Di Zi'an squinted, this number, I don't know how the demon was born, or is it said that the demon's reproductive ability has also increased? Di Zi'an's mind is a little free, it is true that these little tarantulas really can't pose any threat to him, the life intensity is too low, and these things are estimated to come out to forage only in this kind of weather without snow, and they are more afraid of cold than their own mercury blood.

The villagers on the side seemed to be talking about something, occasionally looking at themselves with a vague gaze, Di Zi'an sighed, it was really troublesome to be unable to understand the language, and after this time, he must find a mentor to teach him the secret art of knowing the language.

But it is nothing more than hoping to get rid of these demons by himself, Di Zi'an put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, although the windbreaker looked a little tattered due to the lack of sleeves, but Di Zi'an casually greeted the surging tarantulas. The chatter behind him suddenly disappeared, and a group of villagers looked at Di Zi'an's back, and the man at the front stepped forward, but was immediately stopped by other villagers. "Don't go!"

I saw Di Zi'an facing the black spider tide and opening his arms, so the cold wind howled, and the sky seemed to be dark in an instant.

The old village chief watched this scene, his thirsty lips trembled, and after a long time, he finally spoke,

"O Lord of Winter!"

Under the gaze of many villagers, under the dim sky, the snow fell, and Di Zi'an urged the Winter Illusion without any reservations, and the fluctuations of the spirit erupted from his body, covering a radius of 100 meters in an instant, and then under the influence of the real environment, it continued to spread, spreading in all directions. Since Di Zi'an did not deliberately limit the scope of the illusion, along with the villagers, the black spider tide was included. The black spider tide was blocked by the invisible and formless, the cold.

The frost was pervasive, and almost instantly, the body of the tarantula within 100 meters of Dizi'an was covered with white frost, and then it stopped silently in place, and the flying snow roared and buried these black lives in the snow. In an instant, the tarantulas, who had not yet approached in the distance, turned around and fled, leaving black corpses in the ground, and then turning white again.

If the illusion comes, it goes quickly, the sky clears again, the wind stops and the snow stops, and the snow on the ground hasn't even increased, but those black tarantulas have also disappeared. Di Zi'an also discovered that the demons of this world will not leave corpses after death, but will become the smoke of the spirit, and if they die in the illusion, they will naturally be sealed into the illusion and become the nutrients of the illusion.

After finishing the work, Di Zi'an clapped his hands, quite satisfied with the results, and his manipulation of the illusion became more and more proficient. And the illusion feeds back to oneself and makes one's magic more and more powerful, which is an all-round improvement, including strength, speed, and perception all-round improvement.

Di Zi'an turned his head and was about to return to the village house to think about his next move, but as soon as he turned around, he froze. It was a group of kneeling villagers. The villagers buried their heads deep in the snow, not even daring to look up at Di Zi'an, and the strongest villagers before were also kneeling down like everyone else, no longer brave as before.

What does "you ......" what does this mean? Di Zi'an lowered his head slightly, letting the broken hair on his forehead cover his eyebrows and eyes, and he couldn't see the look in his eyes clearly, a strange feeling permeated his heart, recalling the relationship he had been with this day, it turned out that this was the case, these villagers may not have regarded themselves as the same kind from the beginning.

Didn't think of yourself as a human being. Yes, this feeling of alienation, that kind of peeping in the dark, that is not the gaze of outsiders, the gaze mixed with disgust, embankment, and fear. Yes, that gaze contained not so much disgust as fear.

Those who are not of my race will have different hearts. For the first time, Di Zi'an felt this feeling of being rejected by humans, that feeling of betrayal, a huge loneliness that emerged from the depths of his heart was like an avalanche, and he instantly destroyed Di Zi'an.

Even if there were no shortage of old people kneeling in front of him, Di Zi'an didn't have the years to help him up, and with a sigh, Di Zi'an turned around and left, never returning to this village.

Before leaving, clean up the surrounding demons.