The filthy black-haired hound began to approach Bo Fu, and the little dog cowered from approaching the stranger in his black, fluttering robe like smoke. But an irresistible force dragged the dog to the man in black, Bo Fu lowered his head and looked at the hound in front of him who was looking at him with big innocent eyes, "Sure enough, it's a typical border collie, and it's a spirit body semi-solid." What the hell has happened to you puppy? There is such a deep resentment and grief that can make the spirit body half-solidified. But it doesn't matter," Bo Fu's hand gently stroked the hound's head.

Puffs of black smoke began to seep into the hound's head, and with a low growl, the hound's body began to twist. The moonlight in the sky looked so white that it shone on the swamp with a picture of death, and the fog began to thicken again imperceptibly, obscuring everything once more

The moonlight mixed with the mist, and it looked grayish and white, and in the mist, which looked like ashes, two dark red lights suddenly lit up. The lights are dancing, the height is the same, and the distance between them is the same. The lights moved fast, and it didn't take long for a black monster to jump out of the fog.

It was a black, still filthy mastiff, with its stubby hair dripping muddy water from its stubby hair, but if you looked closely, it seemed to be saliva from the big square mouth that had been left by the hair. The huge mastiff was bigger than a calf, and its eyes were the pair of red lights, and the whirring pant was not far from the fog - the gray-white mist seemed to be able to absorb the sound, but at a greater distance, the gasps that should have disappeared reappeared, and if there were none, the lights in the houses shook at once

The mastiff's roar is not loud. Or rather, the mastiff doesn't roar at all, it only intimidates its opponents with a whimper-like bark, "The hyena's barking is still good," a faint black figure whispered from the gray-white mist farther away. The huge mastiff also has a faint sense of transparency in the pale moonlight, and it flashes in the dark with an illusory feeling. "What's missing? all right! Get up!" Bo Fu, who was standing there, clapped his hands.

The huge mastiff stood, raising its head and sniffing the air. The mist wriggled invisibly, and in the mist, a miserable white thing could be faintly seen. It was a skeleton of an animal that was running with some bones missing, and there were still remnants of fur on the bones - it was filthy, long black and white hair, this skeleton was not large, more than fifty centimeters high, and it was not very fast, it was missing several bones. When the moving skeleton ran closer. The empty eye sockets lit up with a faint blue ghostly fire. "Go, merge into one!" the skeleton pounced on the mastiff's body, and suddenly the black fur of the mastiff was covered with a layer of phosphorescent ghostfire, and as it moved, it appeared a faint scene, as if it would turn into gray-white smoke at any moment.

"Go ahead, from now on, you can vent your resentment as you like. The offspring of that unlucky guy will be your prey while they hide in their own rooms. They are safe, but when they step into the fog and swamp without any idea. It's your prey, and that's their fate, they're going to step into the land, and from now on you'll be randomly in the fog of the day at night and dusk, without the sun, or you'll roam the land for a whole week, or you'll never be there for years, and everything will be up to the randoms. Bo Fu said this, and then waved his hand to let the whimpering giant mastiff retreat on its own. The huge black body with phosphorus fire disappeared in the mist, but the terrible whimper lingered.

The black-robed man stood in the mist and smiled. As a burst of mist drifted by, the man's figure disappeared without a trace.

In the highlands of Scotland, there is a benevolent knight lord. He collected taxes from the estates, only a third of the harvest of the poor peasants, and even allowed them to pay their arrears at a decent interest! He sold this power to the bridegrooms for a suitable price - very cheap, only ten silver coins were enough, and a bridegroom who had saved enough money since childhood was able to save enough before marriage The lord also fulfilled his duty seriously - to defend his territory by force, for which he often collected a defense tax from the peasants and asked them to go to war together, and in order to defend these hard-won low-tax lives, the peasants also fought hard- What's more, the knight lord never plunders the spoils of the farmers, which is definitely a very small minority among the knight lords.

It was also a sunny day, and a stranger walked along the main road of the farm. It was a foreigner in a black robe, and he couldn't see his face. The local soldiers collected the man's toll tax, and Bo Fu took out a silver coin to pay the tax. Then he walked into the house of the knight, who had been knighted as a baron.

When he stepped into the house, he was followed by several soldiers who were desperately pursuing, and the baron in the house had already taken up his arms, and the archers had drawn their bows. It's just that all of them have lost their strength in an instant - although the chasing soldiers and the archers who draw their bows and arrows are at least ten meters away from each other, they were cut in two pieces by a ray of light at the same moment, and when their bodies slid down, they were still sane, and they could see that the murder weapon that cut off their bodies was a narrow single-edged knife with a very beautiful arc, "Obviously this knife is only five feet at most, how can you see me at once?" Almost all of them fell into the darkness with such doubts. The Baron was in a different situation, he raised his two-handed greatsword and tried to block the blow, but he didn't get anything - the blade didn't cut at him at all. The entire circular sword light was cut off at the baron's side, "This man actually used two slashes! It's so powerful!" the baron was covered in cold sweat, but before he could make any other moves, he suddenly found himself flying, and saw a headless body standing on the ground.

After cutting off the baron's head with a single sword, Bo Fu raised the tip of the knife upward, and the falling head happened to be stuck in the tip of the knife. "Confusion, fear, anger, and resentment are really wonderful feelings, hahahaha, it's just right to make that thing, how can England or Scotland not have the legend of the Headless Horseman? Bo Fu laughed, he didn't even bother to look at the name of the master written in floral script on the long table in the middle of the room—most of these knights and nobles only knew their own names anyway.

Bo Fu hung down the long knife, and since the tip of the knife had pierced quite deeply, the head did not slip off the tip of the knife. Bo Fu pointed his palm at the standing headless corpse, the black robe flew like a pitch-black flame, and a trace of black gas began to seep into the corpse, and at the same time, Bo Fu began to conjure up countless shadows, mercilessly killing throughout the manor, more confusion, resentment, anger and fear were extracted from the various slaughter scenes, mixed with the sorrow of many people's souls were forcibly poured into the corpse. Soon, the corpse turned into pitch black, and the armor that stood by the wall was grabbed by black smoke tentacles and shrouded the pitch-black corpse, and the originally bright armor also turned black

The spears, one-handed axes, meteor hammers, and two-handed swords that the corpse had held on the wall turned into a black mist, absorbed by the headless knight, and the corpse on the ground quickly turned into a yellow, rotten bone, infinite resentment and evil aura diffused in the hall, and the horses in the stables neighed and fell to the ground to death before being awakened by the terrifying black mist.

Bo Fu took the human head, and Da Lu smiled and turned into a jet-black pillar of fire and disappeared without a trace, leaving a voice echoing in the Land of Death, "You will always search for your own head in vain for liberation, but until then, harvest human lives to your heart's content, hahaha." Every moonless night you will emerge from the halls of death on a dark horse, searching for your head!" (To be continued......)