The people on the periphery didn't know what was going on, thinking that the forerunner of the Heavenly Emperor Demon Slaying Platform had been born, and some of them squeezed over here to watch, but the people inside wanted to squeeze out. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although most of the people here are from the rivers and lakes, there are still some ordinary people who come here to watch the excitement and do some small business or something.

At this moment, the crowd was so surging that it was so crowded that it was impossible to stand.

For a while, several unlucky people were squeezed by others and fell to the ground, and before they could get up, a surging crowd stepped over them.

For a while, the cries, screams, and scolding rang out, and people didn't know what was happening.

Most people have the idea of the appearance of the divine beast in their hearts, and then they thought that the divine beast appeared, looking at this situation, it must be that the divine beast has eaten people, and the places that are not crowded have also begun to squeeze up, and people seem to be writing in their hearts to flee for their lives.

Then, many more people were squeezed and fell to the ground, and then an uncontrollable crowd trampled over them.

Like a ghost crying wolf, such a good weather, suddenly such a horror.

The air also shook violently at once, carrying people's endless fear.

The divine beast appeared, fled, fled.

Instead of seeing what they want to see, they experience what they never wanted.

What if, what if, what if......

But all the ifs are meaningless, because a thief stole a man's hat.

The reason for this is simple.

It's such a simple reason that caused such a catastrophe.

I don't know how long it will take to stop.

Slowly, the people dispersed one after another, no longer crowded, and in front of them were corpses here and there, as if a big battle had passed in front of them.

Even Feng Stormhu's size was squeezed out of strength, he stood panting, his eyes were blank at all this, the ground was already full of dead bodies, and from around him there were constantly maimed moaning people who were being supported by their companions or carried or carried and hobbled by.

There is strength in numbers.

His back was soaked, and his body, which had just recovered for a short time, now felt that powerless collapse again, and he looked around in a blur, and in that inconspicuous corner, his hat lay quietly.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked over with great effort, and when he picked up the hat, he saw the face of the rat-eyed rat lying crookedly next to the hat, the vendor was lying quietly, Feng Baohu touched his nostrils, he was no longer breathing, and his thin body was also crooked to the side, and his shape was very ugly.

On the other side of him, the basket was also thrown in tatters, revealing the corners of several books of the Treasure Book of Cultivation from inside.

Feng Baohu smiled bitterly and shook his head.

His lips twitched, trying to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Staggered and left here.

The clear beach, which had been noisy for a long time, suddenly became so silent.

There were eighty or ninety dead bodies lying on the ground.

This small disaster seems to have come to an end, except for Feng Stormhu, I am afraid that no one knows the true cause of this disaster.

In the deepest part of the clear beach, the fog is still thick, as if it is hiding something, even if such a tragic thing happens, it cannot make it show its true face, but wants to hide something more.

The fog is getting thicker.

The day slowly passed, and when the night replaced the day, and the moon gradually showed its clear light, the thickest and thickest fog in the clear beach slowly dispersed.

Slowly evaporated in the moonlight.

Suddenly, there was a strange long roar, and in the dispersing mist, a large and bloated body was slowly revealed.

In the cold moonlight, the bloated body lay on its side, its whole body covered with gray, lying there, like a hill.

At this moment, it suddenly moved, and slowly swayed to its feet.

It was about a foot high, and the moment it stood up, the moonlight seemed to be forced by its momentum, and slowly faded its brilliance.

The huge head stretched out, and the mouth arched outward, towards the moonlight, and there was another long howl.

The voice was rough and muffled, echoing through the night, far away.

At first glance, the whole body of the monster looked like a domestic pig raised by a farmer, but it was many times larger than an ordinary pig, and the hair on its body was extremely long.

The monster moved, staggered away, as if its four short, thick legs could not support its whole massive, bloated body, and after a few steps, it staggered as if it were about to fall, and it had to stop for a moment before walking.

The night was so silent, and there was no figure, and the shadows of the trees in the distance were pulled down for a long time, shaking a few times as they swayed, making the night even more terrifying.

Although the monster's movements were very slow, it had already traveled a long distance by relying on its growing size and swaying.

Its eyes embedded in its mane looked at the corpses all over the ground, and suddenly it seemed to glow, and its mouth, which was hidden in the mane and was difficult to see, opened like a large cloth bag, and a long, fishy tongue stretched out from it, and rolled it on the ground, and several corpses were swept into its big mouth, and then it heard a grunt, and it swallowed it into its stomach.

Its long tongue is extremely tough, and when it rolls over the ground, it sweeps away even the mess of debris on the ground.

Just like that, it stopped and stopped, and where it passed, the corpses in the field were swept clean.

Its appetite is also very large, and it is involved in so many corpses that it does not see a slight swelling in its abdomen.

And the long tongue was still groping around in the air, hoping to find something edible again.

From the long tongue is constantly flowing down the fishy stench.

But it doesn't seem to be enough.

It's still swaying around, searching.

When the moonlight reappeared, the monster seemed to be disappointed and stopped looking. It staggered back to where it had been lying, its long tongue retracted into its large mouth, and rested its head comfortably on the ground, and fell asleep.

With a faint whirring sound from its nostrils, a misty mass rose and enveloped it, finally obscuring its massive body from revealing the slightest hint.

The moon appeared again from the whole cloud, and looked brightly at the world.

Clear Beach returned to its previous silence.

Under the moonlight, the clear beach is so blurred,

It was as if there was a little wind, and the sound of such a quiet night echoed in the air.