As soon as the porter waved his hand, the fourth child and the others looked at each other, but refused to enter.

The porter's face was gloomy, and he snorted: "Toast and don't eat and drink." ”

He clapped his palms, and then, there were constant sounds around him, and one after another figures appeared in the field of vision, and there were more and more of these people. They were densely packed and pressed towards several people. Someone walked into the light of the lantern and revealed his appearance.

Suddenly, the fourth child and the others showed terrifying expressions, as if they had seen something terrifying.

These people are the companions who went to the island with them. The tip of the knife was on the back of the fourth child. Punctured clothing, slightly punctured skin. The fourth child felt the stinging pain in his back, his heart was shocked, and he didn't dare to move: "Lao Bai, what are you doing?"

The old white face said expressionlessly: "Go in." ”

The others were also surprised, and they aimed their knives at Lao Bai. However, the people outside pressed again with expressionless faces.

Sweat, big pieces rolled down, and finally, they couldn't bear the pressure and threw away their weapons and surrendered. The fourth gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go in." ”

"Wait!" said the porter, "Won't you come in with you from afar?"

Ghost Cry was startled, the bell suddenly made a crisp sound, and there was a whistling behind him.

He rolled over and walked away, an arrow plunging into the dirt.

Looking back, several figures were pointing at this side with bows and arrows.

Damn it!

The ghost cried and cursed, raising his knife to fight.

However, more figures appeared, and with a "creaking" sound, one bow after another was drawn into a full moon.

Here, there is not much place to dodge, and in the face of at least a dozen bows at close range, even with the sword technique of Devil Cry is very dangerous. He wanted to fight to the death, but when he saw something in the shadows, he gave up resisting.

Ghost Cry simply stuck the knife into the ground and took two steps forward, revealing his figure.

"It's you!"

The fourth child and the others were taken aback, and their eyes erupted with fire. If it weren't for this guy, why would they be here and become someone else's fish?

Ghost Cry smiled and nodded: "It's me." ”

A man with a blank face grabbed the knife of Devil Cry, walked up to the porter, and handed it to the porter.

The porter grabbed the knife and sighed, "Good knife." ”

Then he looked at the ghost and cried: "Guest, please hand over all your weapons." ”

Faced with the deterrence of more than a dozen strong bows, Ghost Cried helplessly, took out both the short knife and the flying knife, and threw them to the ground. Then he took off his bow and arrows and threw them on the ground as well.

"That's it!" the ghost cried, spreading his hands.

The porter nodded, turned around and walked inside, and said lightly, "Keep up." ”

The fourth and the others gritted their teeth, hesitated in place unwillingly, and the ghost cry seemed very simple, passed them, and followed the gatehouse in.

Seeing those expressionless guys forced over, those expressionless faces were both familiar and unfamiliar. The fourth felt a burst of creepy, retreated again and again, and was forced in.

Bang!

The door closes.

The fourth child had no choice but to keep up.

After passing through the front yard and the two courtyard gates, several people came to the inner courtyard.

In the inner courtyard, groups of men, women, and children stayed there quietly, waiting for a few people to arrive. When they appeared, this group of men, women, and children looked at the fourth child and the others in unison, and their originally calm faces quickly became distorted.

In front of the main door, an old man dressed in rich clothes sat quietly on a chair. The porter stepped forward and said softly, "Master, someone has brought it, and there is a guest from afar." ”

The old man, who was called the old man, raised his head, looked at a few people carefully, and then waved his hand: "Come on, take a seat." ”

A chair was moved to two feet in front of the door of the east wing, and the old man cried to the ghost: "Guests from afar, this matter has nothing to do with you, please sit down." ”

Ghost Cry nodded, didn't say anything, and sat down on the edge of the chair.

Then, the old man closed his eyes and did not speak, and the fourth and the others did not dare to move in the face of a group of strange men, women and children.

Then, one after another, people were sent in. When the number of people reached seventeen, the old man finally opened his eyes and looked at the panicked old fourth and the other seventeen.

He stood up tremblingly from his seat, walked down the stairs step by step, and said slowly: "Descendants of the Wen family, do you know that 100 years, 100 years!

With the voice of the old man, those men, women, and children whose faces had long been distorted because of resentment forced over step by step. Looking at the men, women and children who were getting closer and closer, the fourth and others swallowed their saliva, some muttered to themselves, some broke down and cried, and some people trembled and became incontinent.

"Go ahead, go and vent the resentment in your heart!"

As soon as the words fell, the old man's muscles bulged, his body quickly rose, his neck was quickly elongated, and then it was forcibly torn off. Large expanses of blood spurted out, and the spine head rushed into the sky with a piercing howl.

Accompanied by the soaring head, anomalous, thick hands tore through the clothes on his body, revealing his chest and the distorted face that appeared on it.

This is just the beginning.

One head after another soared into the sky, hovering in the sky, letting out one sharp roar after another. Subsequently, countless headless bodies flocked to the fourth child and the others.

At this moment, the fourth child and the others were dizzy and dazzled by the sharp howls one after another above their heads, and the turbid demonic qi was stirring back and forth in this courtyard, they were dizzy, unsteady on their feet, where did they still have the ability to resist, they were thrown to the ground one by one, and they were torn apart in a scream.

Devil Cry kicked his legs to the ground, and the chair fell backwards, avoiding the lunge of a headless body. Then, two steps jumped onto the steps, and the whole person fit and slammed open the door of the east wing and rushed in.

It's a lot easier than you think. Although this door looks quite intact, in fact, it has long since decayed because of the passage of time. When you are hit, you fall apart.

Five headless bodies poured in, their heads on their chests and abdomen with greed in their eyes, howling and chasing the ghost.

Ghost Cry overturned a table, and two headless bodies tripped over the table and fell to the ground. Then, trying to get up, he was trampled on the ground by the headless body that followed closely behind.

Ghost Cry kicked a lunging headless body out of the way, then turned around and picked up a stool and smashed it into the other headless body. The chair shattered, and the headless body fell to the ground. And in Devil Cry's hand, there was only one stool leg left.

The last headless body screamed and pounced, only to be thrust into the distorted head of the chest by a stool leg. Suddenly, blood gushed like a spring, and he was thrown aside by the ghost cry, and he didn't move again.

After doing all this, Ghost Cry held his head in his hands, smashed the window, and went to the courtyard outside, avoiding the two headless bodies that pounced, and rushed out of the gate of this courtyard.

Just as he was about to pass through the arched gate of the front yard, a figure stopped in front of him. It was the guy dressed as the porter, he was holding a long sword, looking at the ghost crying expressionlessly, with a flick of his wrist, he pulled a brilliant sword flower.

It can be seen that he is a good sword player and a first-class swordsman.

Ghost Cry stared into his sharpened eyes: "I knew that you weren't that simple, and you weren't their porter. ”

He nodded and said, "Indeed, if you had to count it, I should be counted as a jailer." ”

"So, Master Wu, they are all prisoners?"