After the battle, Mo Feng knelt on the ground and entered a meditative state according to the method taught to him by the demon hunter Jet. It was an extremely effective way to recuperate, and he waited quietly for the dawn of the next day.

When the morning sun rose, the farmers came out of their homes one after another, and they had been so frightened by the sound of the fight that they had been unable to sleep last night. As the sound of battle outside intensified, their hearts also rose and fell, always hanging in the air.

Until finally there was silence outside, and the villagers did not know who had won, so they could only fall asleep with a stomach full of worry. In the morning, everyone couldn't wait to get out of the house, and when they saw Mo Feng who was safe and sound outside, their hearts were finally put down. After Mo Feng's confirmation, knowing that he had finally solved the werewolf, everyone cheered.

The village chief walked up to Mo Feng and said excitedly: "Fang Shaoxia (Mo Feng's pseudonym Fang Jie), thanks to you, our village does not have to continue to be infested by werewolves. ”

"Rest assured, the werewolves will not come again. In addition, werewolves are the blessings of your village. ”

Everyone was taken aback when they heard this, and there was a lot of discussion for a while, and everyone could not accept that the honest Fusheng turned out to be a werewolf. Many of them also sighed, and even scolded Fusheng for being ruthless and unjust, and even the villagers did not let go.

Mo Feng shook his head: "Fusheng has indeed hurt everyone, and everyone is qualified to blame and hate him, but what I must say is that he can't control himself at all, so he will commit these bad things." At that moment, Mo Feng told everyone his story one by one, and told everyone that Fusheng actually blamed himself for this incident and promised that he would never appear in this village.

The villagers are all simple people, and they know that Fusheng's love is unavoidable, and they have indeed not been killed by him, so they can forgive him.

The village chief stroked his long white beard and sighed: "In this way, it is indeed not his fault. It's hard for that child, alas, but in the future, he will have to live his life alone in the deep mountains and old forests, and it will be really hard to think about it. ”

But in any case, the werewolf incident was finally resolved satisfactorily, Qingcao Village returned to peace, and everyone's hearts were finally at ease.

The village chief immediately announced that Qingcao Village would hold a bonfire celebration tonight, and invited Mo Feng to stay and celebrate with everyone.

Mo Feng originally thought that he would leave immediately after the matter was resolved, but the villagers saw that it was difficult to resist, so they readily agreed to the invitation of the village chief.

So everyone split up and prepared for the evening with great interest. Mo Feng was naturally not idle, and went to the mountains to collect firewood to make firewood for the bonfire. Even Xiaoting went into the kitchen to help her aunts and sisters, like a hardworking little bee.

In the evening, a bonfire was lit at the entrance of the village. Everyone ate a sumptuous dinner and drank fine wine, and many young people danced and sang in front of the bonfire, and the atmosphere was full of joy.

Mo Feng was also infected by their joyful emotions, so he let Xiaoting's little hand hold her and jump with her, making everyone laugh.

Just as everyone was celebrating, a team of people was quietly approaching in the distance.

Soon, the smile on the village chief's face froze, and he trembled and pointed at the large number of people in front of him with his cane.

"That's... That's the bandit of Moyun Village!"

Mo Feng looked in the direction pointed by the village chief, and saw that there was a large team approaching the village, looking from a distance, the light of the torches was soaring to the sky, and a big flag was set against the backdrop of the firelight, and the book was written: Moyunzhai three words!

Mo Feng couldn't help but sneer, and said to the village chief: "Don't be afraid, the village chief, although this Moyun Village is vicious, I am in Kun... I've heard a little about the Demon Hunting Sect, but this kind of reckless flow is not difficult to deal with, so I'll send this gang of thieves away. ”

The village chief smiled bitterly: "Fang Shaoxia, do you know something, this Moyun Village is by no means an ordinary green forest cottage, maybe it was still a few decades ago... But now it's completely different!"

"About 30 years ago, Moyun Village was inhabited by a group of heroes who robbed the rich and helped the poor. Until one day, Moyun Village was conquered by a large group of monsters after the disaster, what did this group of monsters call themselves... By the way, it's 'Goblin'. This goblin has green-skinned pointed ears and fangs and red eyes. At that time, the entire Moyun Village and the boss Longtian were all killed by them, and this group of goblins occupied the mountain as the king on the spot, and Moyun Village changed its owner since then. “

"After the Goblin King entered the village, he learned Long Tian's 'Moyun Sword Technique', which is even more powerful. He gave himself a name for the rivers and lakes, called Lin Batian. After being occupied by the dove, Moyun Village still cares about robbing the rich and helping the poor, and when he sees the village nearby, he burns and loots all kinds of evil, which is more inhumane than the bandits, and it is also famous. I have a relative who came to me because the village was slaughtered by them, so I know more about it. However, our village is relatively far away from Moyun Village, and I thought they wouldn't come, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect that..."

Speaking of this, the village chief's voice trembled, it was from the deep fear of the Moyun Village goblin in his heart.

As the two spoke, the group of "people" had already arrived at the entrance of the village, separated only by a huge bonfire from the terrified villagers, and their images were blurred in the heat of the bonfire, as if they were not real.

Mo Feng took a closer look, and sure enough, this group of monsters riding on the wolf seat was exactly as described by the village chief.

The monsters had green skin exposed outside their leather armor, fangs and sharp ears, and machetes in their hands.

The goblin at the head was fat and huge, several laps larger than a normal person, and almost crushed the wolf under the crotch, and the group of monsters followed the leader to get off their mounts and come forward.

The village chief whispered, and the one who was the leader seemed to be Lin Batian, the owner of Moyun.

Lin Batian's gaze swept coldly over the villagers, and finally his amber eyes fell on the granddaughter of the village chief. Seeing the little girl's trembling appearance, Lin Batian showed his fangs and smiled, pointed at her and ordered his opponent in a blunt tone: "Except for that human girl, everyone else will be killed!"

The minions suddenly agreed, drew their swords and walked over.

Mo Feng snorted angrily, "How dare a group of monsters be so rampant, if you want to hurt them, you asked me first!"

Dozens of goblins surrounded Mo Feng, and the machetes slashed diagonally in unison, and the movements were neat and tacit, and they actually formed an impermeable knife formation, and the knife method used was the "Moyun Knife Method".

Moyun sword technique is not clever, according to the merits of martial arts, it is only the martial arts of the sixth grade, but this bizarre knife technique with the strange and tricky characteristics of the goblin spirit gives full play to the magic of the knife technique. Mo Feng pulled out the rusty sword and fought against them, with Mo Feng's current martial arts, he couldn't even break through this layer of sword nets.

Mo Feng watched the rest of the goblins, led by Lin Batian, walk towards the unarmed and trembling innocent villagers, and raised the butcher's knife...

Knowing that they were going on a killing spree, the villagers scattered and fled, screaming and crying resounding throughout the village.