Blood splattered to the ground, and the six-foot body of the thief on the left fell to a pool of blood.

At this moment, noon has passed, and although the dense fog has not completely dissipated, the sky is gradually clear. A ray of sunlight shone through the gloom on the village.

The big man on the right was dumbfounded, and he collapsed to the ground in fright, and now he saw the whole picture of the funeral night up close, and let out fear from the depths of his soul.

Looking closely, Funeral Night no longer looks like a human at this moment, more like a bloodthirsty beast, his originally loose short hair has reached his shoulders and arms, his two fierce pupils emit red light, and his mouth loosens from time to time to show wet fangs and gasps.

The clothes were torn, and the upper body, naked in the faint blood mist, kept vibrating. The Hunting Boots were also stained and solidified by the blood and dirt on the ground when the temperature of the soul power rose.

"Hell, hell! The thief on the right screamed in terror, and instinctively drove him to crawl out of the village.

However, in the staggering, before ten miles of travel, the soul power of the burial night was concentrated, and the mist around the bright red turned into a spiked javelin, which was straight into the heart of the thief.

The thief fell to the ground instantly, but before he died, he used his last strength to throw the last remaining soul power into the flare gun in the small pouch on his waist. The flare gun rises into the sky, revealing blue flames scattered in the sky.

The thief turned his head and looked up at the funeral night and smiled, "You little ghost... Even if Lao Tzu dies, I will pull you down with me..."I saw that he was not finished with his words.

The flare gun that the thieves just fired was the flare gun they were contacting, and it was also a means for the thieves to communicate with the gang to find the target and ask for support.

However, on the night of the funeral, he had fainted on the ground, perhaps because he mentally felt that there was no threat around him, and the anger of his originally violent body gradually faded. He had just heard the thief's words and flare guns, and he wouldn't have been unaware of what that meant after years of hunting around the village, and this was not the first time he had encountered a villain.

"Ugh. The strong desire to survive made the funeral night slowly open his eyes, and he dragged his lead-filled legs into his house step by step.

When he squirmed into the house, he opened the box covered by the quilt next to his pillow, took out two pills and put them in.

One is the blood pill that he used to hunt for, and the other is the heart pill given by the grandfather next door. The Blood Boosting Pill can speed up the flow of your blood, improve your physical strength and soul recovery, and heal your internal injuries at the same time, and the Heart Strengthening Pill can make you excited and calm your emotions at the same time. What the two of them have in common is that they can make the funeral night short and not comatose.

The corners of his mouth coughed up blood from time to time, rested for a while on the night of the funeral, buried his grandfather, and walked out of the village with the light supplies he needed.

"Gotta get out of here!"

Funeral Night walked with messy steps towards the dense forest in the mountains, which was the mountain road he was most familiar with in more than ten years, and he knew that there was only one way to Biluo City, and if he took that road, he would probably be hunted down. Moreover, this familiar mountain road can be fed with wild fruit water, and even if it is discovered, it can hide here, and the probability of being caught is very small.

When people are in danger, they always like to take familiar paths, and funeral night is no exception. As he walked, he couldn't help but wonder. The village where the funeral night is located is called Yehuai Village, and there are two villages named Yanhe Village and Xigang Village nearby, and the three villages are together in the west of Biluo City, and they are not far from each other.

Since I was brought up by my grandfather in the village on the night of the funeral, the village is usually very united, and the villages also communicate frequently. Because it is a deep mountain jungle and a backward regional culture, although it belongs to the scope of Biluo City, the distance is more than half a hundred kilometers.

Many of the people who have committed crimes in Biluo City have chosen to flee here. First, it is overgrown with weeds, the terrain is rugged, and there are abundant resources under dense forests and natural escape boundaries. The second is that it is sparsely populated, and there is a unique organization called Fengyun Village, which specializes in taking in these criminal soul masters.

In recent years, for some reason, the exchange and cooperation between the villages have become less and less, the open and secret battles have become more and more intense, the division of hunting areas, the planning of land and farmland, the division of territories... All seem to have led to a breakdown in the relationship between the three villages.

Fengyun Village is also becoming more and more rampant, and the number of attacks on the village is also frequent, and the Fengyun Village continues to develop and expand in numbers, and the territory needs to be opened up at the same time. At the same time, in order to feed the people in the village, activities must be carried out.

The three thieves who fought with Funeral Night just now, Funeral Night dared to conclude that they were people from Fengyun Village. It's just that there is a question that has been circling in the heart of the funeral night...

Leaning on the stump of the tree on the funeral night, looking up at the faint afterglow in the sky, I couldn't help but think, "I must live, I want strength, more strength, in order to survive, and at the same time, I want revenge on Fengyunzhai for grandpa!"

The funeral night was in Yehuai Village, although it was not very good because of the ghost hand and the absence of the village staff, but it was quite happy to be accompanied by the grandfather next door. Grandpa handed him over to write and read things, and gave him to control his soul power to learn soul skills, and impart knowledge and the history of the soul continent.

Grandpa's surname is Fu, the name is Bury Xinghai, and the name of the funeral night is obtained by Grandpa. When I was a child, I often listened to my grandfather tell stories.

I heard my grandfather say that he once taught in the Eastern Regions Temple, worked as a blacksmith, liked to wander, and traveled to many places in the East and West regions, and also went to Zhongzhou, a city in the forest. The world depicted by Grandpa is very exciting, there are many strange mountains and strange scenery outside, there are golden palaces, and there are beautiful girls like fairies... But at the same time, the outside world is also very sinister, with a large number of people and a mix of human rights.

I don't understand what makes my grandfather choose to retreat to the village, and every time I ask my grandfather on the night of the funeral, he always answers, "I'm old, here is his roots." ”

The grandfather of the funeral night is a very powerful existence in the village, and his strength is in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and he can also have a place in the entire Biluo City. However, a few years ago, his health became worse and worse than before, and he could only collapse in bed and take care of him every day on the night of the funeral.

Dusk gradually ended, the sky was full of stars, and the moon hung quietly. At this moment, a small tent has been set up on the valley on the side of the funeral night, he has been hunting all year round, he knows how to take the land and judge the scenery, and there is a spring under the valley, which can quench his thirst and need water. Between the two convex valleys, the light and sound can be hidden, and the tent is flat, and the two wings can be used as cover, if anyone will be shocked into the valley.

He was roasting rabbit meat by the bonfire at the moment, lying on his back on the shaved wood beside him, and the outstretched left hand of the funeral night came into view, and he raised his left hand and hung it on the top of his forehead, and the silver-white moonlight illuminated on the ghost's hand so out of place.

His well-informed grandfather told him that his arm was called the Ghost Hand, which was a curse of the ghosts and gods, and he had wrapped himself in bandages to prevent it from being revealed to the people around him. Since the funeral night, the entire left arm was wrapped in bandages, and the subtle dark red skin was exposed, and the grandfather and grandson were asked about skin diseases, of course everyone didn't believe it, but they didn't pay much attention to it.

The deterioration of the ghost hand of the funeral night spread sharply after the grandfather fell ill, and the grandfather told him that only by constantly exercising and cultivating soul power could he control his ghost hand, and he didn't know much, only the subtle fur, and the grandfather encouraged the funeral night to go outside more, but the funeral night insisted on refusing, because he had to take care of his grandfather.

The eyes of the funeral night penetrated through the cracks of the ghost hand, and the moonlight sprinkled on his white cheeks, looking at the bright starry sky from afar, thinking about the days when he and his grandfather spent time together. His eyes changed from sad to weak to determined!