One minute, two minutes, ten minutes.

The tiger demon was playing with the monkey demon's head as a ball, Zheng Qing could only lie motionless in place, constantly silently chanting 'I don't exist', 'I don't exist', 'I don't exist', 'I don't exist'.

One hour, two hours, three hours.

Time passed like this, minute by minute.

The waiting time should have been extremely torturous, but because his spirit was too exhausted, Zheng Qing fell asleep unconsciously. When he opened his eyes again, he stared for a long time before he suddenly realized his current situation.

Cold sweat instantly trickled down his sideburns.

For a moment, he threw himself to the ground with the five bodies he admired—the sky was about to fall, and he could still sleep! If he was really taken off by the tiger demon in his sleep, he didn't know if he would become a headless ghost in the future.

Coming back to his senses, Zheng Qing first looked at the sky.

Not surprisingly, he didn't see anything.

The sky was still dark and unclear, giving people a hazy feeling. The sun was always hanging lazily on the horizon a little bit, looking half-dead - in Zheng Qing's memory, it was like this in the hunting ground a long time ago. But I don't know if there is something missing in the basic rules of this small world.

Thinking back from time, Zheng Qing took a light breath, feeling that his body had regained some strength.

He tilted his head quietly and looked to the side.

The huge black tiger demon was closing its eyes and seemed to be asleep. Its two front paws, the size of a fan, were put together, and the monkey demon's pitiful head was pressed under the paws. Through the slightly drunken sky, Zheng Qing could clearly see that the place where the monkey demon's eyes were located had turned into two pitch-black holes, and two dark purple blood stains flowed down from the eye sockets, leaving deep marks on its dark yellow rough skin, and finally submerged into the messy hairs on its neck.

Zheng Qing felt his heart beat violently.

He slowed down, breathed a sigh of relief, and while staring at the black tiger demon tightly, he stiffly 'arched' his body, trying to get up quietly.

The tiger demon, who was originally squinting and taking a nap, raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at him.

Zheng Qing's movements immediately froze there.

"I've been targeted by a fierce tiger demon!I don't dare to move!What should I do?!"

"Do you want to become a cat and be a grandchild?!"

"People die in the sky, they don't die for thousands of years, and they don't dare to do it!!"

"Why can't you do it...... Waiting online, it's in a hurry!"

A large number of jumbled thoughts immediately came to his mind, but before they could fade, the tiger demon changed his position and continued to lie down to take a nap, seemingly completely unconcerned about the young wizard's small movements.

Zheng Qing froze in place for a few seconds, and finally gritted his teeth and sat up.

Then he glanced a little further away and immediately froze.

Necroca.

There are dead demons everywhere.

As far as the eye can see, there are dead demons all over the ground, as if it is a huge demon slaughterhouse.

The bassilismos looked even more miserable than the baslins on all fours, their bellies prostrate in the field, their huge and terrifying wounds on their necks still gushing with dark red blood, and the appearance of the basthems seemed even more miserable - they were almost cut in two from head to tail, hanging among the bushes of the field, like dried meat.

There are also wolf demons, those cunning demons who originally chased the sin hunting team and had nowhere to escape, and were 'planted' into the ground one by one.

Yes, it is literally 'planted', like planting rice in a rice field, with the head pressed down into the soil, the body is half-entered, only the tail of the jiri is exposed, and a square 'wolf field' is neatly planted.

Even the white wolf demon king was not spared, occupying a foot in the center of the 'wolf field'.

The breeze blows, and the furry thick tails of the wolf demons sway slightly like ears of rice, unexpectedly giving people the illusion that everything is harmonious and beautiful, and this autumn's harvest is in sight.

In contrast, the monkey demons who were just taken off their heads as balls seem to be in a less embarrassing situation.

Zheng Qing stiffly turned his neck and looked around.

There are no exceptions for the four weeks.

With the location of him and the tiger demon as the center, the torn bodies of the dead demons were scattered all over the place, densely spread in the field, and almost the entire grassland was dyed red.

The abundant blood qi slowly steamed up in the dim sunlight, floating in mid-air, and had slowly accumulated a dark red mist, like an erosive peach blossom miasma.

The young wizard swallowed involuntarily, the rune paper between his fingers slipped silently, and then his hand quietly withdrew from the gray cloth bag.

Originally, he still had plans to sneak up on the Tiger Demon, but after seeing this purgatory-like scene, that little Jiujiu suddenly disappeared.

Can beat such a group of demons to minced meat all over the ground, is this black tiger the legendary big demon?

Even the big demon has appeared, and that damn puppeteer wants to wipe out all the rookie hunters!!It definitely didn't want to let people out!!

Zheng Qing frantically cursed a certain perverted middle two puppeteer in his heart, and longed for a fireball to burn it into black charcoal!

The only thing to be thankful for is that this black tiger demon didn't tear him to pieces.

Maybe it's because it's just full?

Zheng Qing knew that in addition to feeding on wizards, demons transformed through erosion could also rely on devouring each other to maintain their existence—but this kind of devouring behavior was basically limited to the group of wild demons driven by instinct—which was also one of the ways hunters judged the type of demons.

In other words, this tiger demon is very likely to be a demon that has been eroded and transformed.

But I can't say for sure - what if this tiger demon has a quirk and doesn't like to eat wizards? Zheng Qing suddenly had this naïve thought in his heart.

The young wizard carefully moved his limbs, letting the blood flow back into the nearly dry veins. Then he tilted his head and greeted the tiger in a soft voice: "Master Tiger, are you hungry?"

"If I'm not hungry, I won't bother?"

He encouraged himself from the bottom of his heart - very polite, keep up the good work!

The tiger demon raised an eyelid and glanced at the wizard, but there was no follow-up movement.

This gave Zheng Qing great courage.

He straightened up, limping around the corpses of several demons, trying to leave the slaughterhouse.

After walking a few steps, I turned around, but found that the black tiger who was originally taking a nap on the ground was opening its mouth wide, yawning loudly, and then shaking the blood scabs and dust on its body, Shi Shiran followed.

"Mom!"

Zheng Qing wailed in his heart, and the girl ran away.

But he didn't go far before the tearing pain in his chest reappeared.

Glancing to the side, the black tiger demon was following him briskly, unhurried, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, and from time to time he snorted and shook his ears, as if he was on an outing.