The Divine Hunter

  Chapter 9 Tongue

In the dark night, the light of torches shined on the graves that were violently dug up. The strange thing was that scattered bones were still lying in most of the graves, and there were only a few sporadic graves without a trace. .

   "All the dead bodies are new graves!"

   Thinking of the scene in front of him, Roy thought of an extremely greedy, bloodthirsty monster—the ghoul.

  If there are ghouls in the cemetery, the situation is very difficult even for the demon hunters, not to mention ordinary people like them.

   "There is danger here, everyone leave first!" Roy's hurried voice just fell, and weird whistling sounds came from everyone's ears, as if someone was twitching a whip into the air.

  One second, two seconds.

  The burly butcher suddenly snorted like a fish caught by a hook. His limbs were stretched backwards and stretched convulsively, and he was pulled again, staggering forward two steps.

  At this time, the torches in the hands of a few people shone out a long strip of flesh-colored luster across the night sky-spookyly ejected from the night, like a sharp arrow piercing the butcher's shoulder, tearing a huge gap.

  The Pushig steel sword, who was the first to recover, slashed upwards, but the long object loosened first, and shrank into the dark night beyond the fire.

   "What the hell?!" Several people hurriedly formed a circle, surrounding the wounded.

  The butcher was sweating profusely in pain, and his teeth were about to break. He desperately covered the huge wound, blood still gushing out like spring water. The body began to weaken, and life passed quickly. He has a premonition of his fate.

   "I can't do it anymore, you run away! Leave me alone." After the butcher said, he pushed everyone away and rushed into the night alone.

  The oldest old Jack looked around, a ruthless look flashed in his single eye.

  "Escape! If you can walk one by one, you will have a chance to find this ghost to settle the account if you save your life!"

  Several people rushed along with him.

Roy was forcibly dragged by the blacksmith and ran for a while before he calmed down, still trembling, "That thing is definitely not a ghoul, what is it?" He looked back suddenly, vaguely saw a rickety humanoid creature. . It didn't have the streamlined body of a cheetah, and even looked bloated, with a pot belly like an old woman who was pregnant in June, but it ran faster than a cheetah.

  It kept circling everyone, dragging out afterimages in the dark cemetery, like a gust of wind, while it galloped, it made a sharp and piercing cry like a night owl. While taunting, enjoy the process of hunting.

   "Collect the corpses, lingering like an old woman, with a long tongue, living in a tomb." These clues were connected together, and Roy had a vague guess. Seeing that he was still absent-minded, Old Jack couldn't help but slap him severely, "Don't be in a daze, Roy, run, don't think about anything, run!" This time, Roy exhausted the last His strength sprinted towards the gate of the cemetery!

   is close at hand, almost leaving the hell-like cemetery.

  A ghost fell from the sky with a whistling wind, and stopped in front of a few people abruptly. The face was covered with moss and sarcoma, and it was hideous and hideous.

  The bluish-black skin exuded the stench of a corpse, and it was covered with mottled scales, and its limbs had long claws like sickles, stained with a thick layer of **** flesh.

  The evil witch in the fairy tale, the old woman who was disfigured by the fire, the ghost in the nightmare, can not describe its horror.

  It opened its deformed arms to the four of them, and smiled and showed its mouth full of jagged black teeth. The disgusting body is like a mountain of meat, insurmountable.

  It's over!

  A wave of despair rose in the hearts of several people at the same time.

  Old Jack, the blacksmith, and the night watchman held the steel sword in both hands, Roy took out the crossbow, and gritted his teeth to wind the arrow stained with wolf blood.

   At this moment, a figure suddenly shot out from the slope, bumped into the monster, and unexpectedly overwhelmed it to the ground.

  The butcher was covered in blood, his expression was crazy, his hands desperately pressed the monster's blood basin with his mouth.

   "Hurry up and find the demon hunter! Revenge for me, revenge for Brandon!" His eyes were splitting, bleeding and tears in his eyes.

  The poor father guessed the fate of the child, and he was determined to live and die. The only family is gone, what's the point of being alive?

  As soon as he finished speaking, the monster suddenly broke free, kicked him like a sandbag, and fell to the ground, knowing his life or death. It was particularly dissatisfied, it seemed to be completely attracted by the hatred, and ignored Roy's four at all, and continued to rush towards the fallen butcher.

  The deformed two claws danced into afterimages, and the flesh and blood flew across the swaying flames, and it wanted to unload the opponent.

"Old thing, be a hero by yourself, let me be a spoiler?" The blacksmith Pushig suddenly raised his steel sword, his aubergine face revealed a wave of resoluteness, "Boss, you take Roy away! Skelly Jie has only men who died in battle, and no cowards who flinched!" Without waiting for the response of the three, Pushig rushed back to the cemetery without hesitation, and the long sword stabbed the back of the raging Demon Shadow.

  Old Jack and the night watchman grabbed Roy, who was struggling to aim with a crossbow arrow, "Let's go, boy, don't let their sacrifices go in vain."

  Roy stopped struggling, put down the crossbow arrow slumpedly, and with the unquenchable acidity in his nose, followed the two of them to escape from the cemetery.

  The three of them ran wildly, not even daring to look back, until they were about to fall apart, and the bright light of Kaye Village appeared in the field of vision.

  The light was like a signal flare, instantly detonating the tiredness and pain lurking in Roy's body. He only felt that his head was muddy and muddy, and his feet were soft, and he fainted suddenly.

   "Roy?" Jack hurriedly helped him, and saw that his face was flushed, his eyes closed tightly, and he poked his forehead, hot. In the evening, I was busy with the cold in the wilderness for most of the day. I didn't get enough rest, consumed a lot of physical energy and mind, plus the pressure caused by the wild wolf and that terrible monster, Old Jack could fully understand it.

   "He's still a kid." Thompson sighed and returned to the village with Roy on his back.

  The white-haired village chief in his fifties brought a few villagers out to greet them. Seeing that the three of them were dirty and embarrassed, their old faces were full of bitterness, he hesitated and tentatively said.

  "Fletcher and Pusig..."

   "They can't come back." Jack held his temple alone, his wrinkled face was full of pain, mixed with a trace of fear.

  "The village chief, you are right, the wilderness at night is too dangerous. We went to the cemetery to find Blandon, and we were attacked by a terrifying monster. You must immediately warn everyone to not approach the cemetery."

  Old Jack took a few steps on the spot, and said bitterly, "The monster can't be dealt with by ordinary people, you must hire a demon hunter!"

   "Tomorrow, send someone to post a notice in the city!" Several villagers who heard the sound nodded hurriedly, "Don't let that thing come to harass the village."

  It is destined not to be peaceful tonight, and every household is woken up and warned by the village chief.

  The originally peaceful and peaceful Kaye Village has become chaotic because of this sudden accident.

   And Roy was sent home by Jack and remained unconscious with a high fever.

  (End of this chapter)