From the Valley of the Wicked to the Town of Demons

At noon, the sun was like fire.The trees on both sides of the official road looked listless. In this scorching heat, even the grass and trees couldn't cheer up.

Far away, two people came along the official road. They were an old man and a young man. The old man was about 50 years old. He was wearing a short shirt outside his strong body and was pushing a small wooden cart with several pieces of cloth and fabrics on it. .

The young man was about 20 years old, wearing a long gown, carrying a strange big bag on his back, and holding a round wooden stick in his hand.

Although the appearance of the young man is a little weird, but his appearance is handsome. When talking with the old man, there is always a smile on the corner of his mouth, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

"Haha, little brother, your journey here is not short. It takes at least three days to get to Shangqu County along the official road. However, there are many places to stay on the road. As long as you have enough money, you are not afraid of sleeping in the wilderness." .”

At a fork in the road, the old man stopped and said to the young man beside him.

"Thank you, old man, for your advice."

The young man smiled and cupped his hands, thanking the old man.

The old man waved his hand, both as a gift and as a farewell, and then pushed the cart, got off the official road, and headed west along the path.

The young man looked at him, gradually put away his smile, and looked towards the mountains in the distance.

Pushing the cart, the old man meandered along the path. Before he knew it, the sun was setting and the sky was getting darker. A small village came into view.

This is the old man's village. When he entered the county this time, he sold a lot of mountain goods and bought a lot of cloth and fabrics for his daughter, especially for his arms. He also bought a pack of rouge and gouache. Unconsciously, he reached into his arms and touched .

The old man had a smile on his face, and the village at dusk looked a little dark.But in the eyes of the old man, the village where he has lived all his life looks like this.He seems to have seen the neighbors busy preparing dinner, the children playing and playing, the women busy washing vegetables and making firewood, and the men, big and small, gathering together, chatting and playing chess, bragging about impossible ideas .

When the old man's daughter came to the entrance of the village, she happily took the rouge from him. Envied by her peers, her big watery eyes bent into a crescent shape.

With a smile, the old man pushed the car up in one breath, but when he reached the entrance of the village, he felt strange.

The village was too quiet, not to mention human voices, not even a dog barking.

In the past, the village was the busiest at this time, but now, it seems that there is no one there. The sun is getting lower and lower, and gradually, it has disappeared behind the mountain.

With an uneasy mood, the old man walked into the village. He seemed to smell a faint smell of blood, and looked around cautiously.

Finally, when he came to his door, the big yellow dog guarding the door was nowhere to be seen, and the courtyard door was ajar, as if it had been pushed open by someone.

Ever since his wife passed away, the old man and his daughter have depended on each other for life. The weirdness in the village made him extremely nervous, so he opened the door and walked inside.

Walking to the door, the old man stopped. He seemed to hear something moving inside, crunching, chewing, or tearing.

With courage, the old man pushed open the door, only to find that a man wearing a bamboo hat was sitting in the middle of the room, holding an arm in his hand, and was eating.

It was a human arm. The man didn't seem to notice the old man's arrival, he was still gnawing on the arm with all his heart, pulled it hard, a piece of meat was torn off, swallowed it whole in his mouth, and chewed it crunchingly.

The old man was startled, but then he noticed that there was a person lying behind the case, no, to be precise, it was half a person, because half of the body and one leg were gone.

The room was full of bloody smell, and the ground was covered with blood, but the old man suddenly felt no fear, because he saw that the half-body body was his daughter.

"You, you... I will fight with you."

Anger overcame fear, and the old man rushed towards the man who gnawed his arm, but the man didn't move, he just raised his hand, threw his arm out, and knocked the old man to the ground.

The old man clutched his chest and grabbed his arm. He saw an old scar on the back of his hand, which was left by his daughter when she went up the mountain to play when she was a child.

My daughter always disliked this scar, so the old man tried many methods to remove the scar, but all failed, so he would never admit to this scar.

"You, you return my daughter."

The old man knew that this arm belonged to his daughter. Holding the broken arm, he ignored the fear, only despair and anger.

The man in the bamboo hat finally stood up. He met the rushing old man and kicked him, directly kicking the old man from the door of the house to the door of the yard.

"Haha, hahahaha..."

The man took off his bamboo hat and let out a strange laugh. At this moment, the old man could see clearly that the man's eyes were actually red.

"You, what kind of monster are you?"

The old man stood up, and there happened to be a sledge beside the courtyard gate, so he quickly picked it up and confronted this strange man.

"Haha, hahahaha..."

Looking around, the old man found that at some point, the yard was surrounded by a group of men in bamboo hats. They were either standing on the roof or standing on the wall, all grinning and looking at him.

Without exception, both eyes were blood red.

"You, you group..."

The old man raised the sledge, ready to go all out, but suddenly, a man in a bamboo hat appeared behind him, and pierced his back with a knife.

Unwilling, the old man fell down, and when he was dying, his eyes were still fixed on the broken arm.

"Haha, hahahaha..."

A group of men in bamboo hats were laughing wantonly. They had slaughtered all living things in the entire village, not even a single dog was left behind.

"Are you so happy? Just because you slaughtered a small village, or because everyone said that demons are incompetent and difficult to accomplish, you just slaughtered such a village, and you get carried away."

Just as the group of men in bamboo hats laughed wildly, a voice came, and they immediately turned their heads to look, only to find that it was a young man walking out of the shadows.

This is the young man who parted from the old man on the official road just now, but it is different from a few hours ago. The young man has now taken off his long gown, put on a suit of armor, and holds a wooden stick in his hand. His eyes are cold, but the corners of his mouth are still hanging. smiling.

"Sha, shasha..."

The men in bamboo hats made strange noises, and then rushed forward, either empty-handed or holding knives, at an astonishingly fast speed, facing the young man, and besieged him.

boom! boom! boom!
The young man unleashed three sticks in a row, knocked down one person with one stick, then tapped his toes, and jumped onto the roof.

"Let's do it now, you are not my opponent at all if you maintain your life."

The young man played a stick flower, and said to the men in bamboo hats below, his eyes were full of contempt.

"Yuscale Guard is actually a member of the Demon Suppressing Division."

In the yard, the man who ate the old man's daughter spoke up. He looked at the young man with scarlet eyes, staring at the suit of armor, especially the big word "town" in the middle of the armor.

"Are you already psychic? You even recognize me as the Fish Scale Guard of the Demon Suppressing Division."

The young man looked at this somewhat special man and said with a smile.

"Sisha, Sisha..."

The man in the bamboo hat suddenly yelled, and the other men in the bamboo hat looked at each other, and then they also started screaming strangely.

As the cries became more and more horrific, their skin began to break and their clothes were torn, but no blood flowed out, only clusters of scarlet animal hair emerged from under the skin.

"Red-faced ghosts are really rare. I remember that the last time the Demon Suppressor suppressed red-faced ghosts was ten years ago."

The young man said with a smile.Faced with these monsters that are almost twice the size of ordinary people, they don't feel panic at all.

"That time, you town demon masters met us. Six of our brothers died, and you town demon masters also left a dozen lives behind."

The only man in the bamboo hat who has not transformed, said lightly, as if he was caught in some kind of reminiscence.

"That's right, the red-faced ghost is powerful, bloodthirsty and cunning."

The young man nodded, then looked at the group of monsters below, and shook his head again.

"If I hadn't met me, I'm afraid the ordinary Fish Scale Guards would really have nothing to do with you." After the young man finished speaking, he played another stick flower, looking very proud.

"Insanity."

As soon as the man in the bamboo hat finished speaking, the transformed monsters all jumped up one after another, rushing to kill the young man.

It has to be said that these monsters that have taken shape look extremely terrifying.

The red face is like the red hair on the body, the fangs are exposed, the pointed ears have a tuft of red hair, and the figure twice as large as ordinary people rushes forward, like a hill, with a foot-long nail growing on the tip of the finger. Sharp as a knife.

If it were an ordinary person, he might have peed his pants in fright, but the young man did not rush, he raised his stick and landed on the head of the nearest monster, directly smashing its brains, wailed twice, and died.

This great strength can be seen very much.

As if there was a gust of wind under their feet, the young man fought fiercely with these monsters on the roof.Although it was one person with one stick, they were beaten fiercely, one after another, some monsters fell under the stick, or their heads were cracked, or their chests were pierced by a stick, and some monsters were beaten up and turned their stomachs upside down. All the human flesh that was eaten just now was spit out.

Not long after, all the monsters fell under the stick. The young man took a deep breath, adjusted his breath, and looked at the only man in the bamboo hat who had never made a move.

"A sixth-rank martial artist, yes, it's worth my shot."

The man in the bamboo hat didn't feel sad or angry because of the death of his companion, he just ignited his fighting spirit and took two steps forward, the skin on his body also cracked.

"For ten years, I have been hiding in the deep mountains, just to one day have another showdown with you town demon masters.

I don't want to meet you when I come out of the mountain. Those guys are not as skilled as others, so they will die when they die. It's just you, you have to go down to be buried with them. "

After speaking, the man in the bamboo hat also showed his original shape, but he was obviously taller, and he could almost look at the young man standing on the roof.

"Since you are their leader, you should go down."

The young man didn't give in at all, and his movements were extremely fast. He ran two steps forward, jumped, and rushed towards the huge monster.

"court death."

The monster roared, and with a slap of its arm, it wanted to knock the young man down, but the young man had expected it, and with a long stick in his hand, he hit the monster's wrist, forcefully deflecting the falling palm.

boom!
The palm of the hand slapped the courtyard wall, and the courtyard wall was scattered directly, causing countless smoke and dust to engulf the figure of a man and a monster.

In the smoke and dust, the sound of fighting could be heard endlessly, and after a while, a huge figure flew out and smashed down the house behind.

"No, you are not a sixth rank, you are at least a fifth rank."

The monster stood up and roared angrily. He had just fought against this young man, and he could confirm that the huge power definitely did not come from a sixth-rank martial artist.

"Whether it's the fifth grade or the sixth grade, it has nothing to do with you monster. You just need to know that today, you will die under my stick."

The young man also came out of the dust, covered in dust, coughing twice from time to time, disgusted by this appearance.

The monster knew that he might not be able to please him today, so he quickly turned over and ran away. The young man shook his head and walked behind at a leisurely pace.

boom!
The monster ran to the entrance of the village, but bumped into something, and Juli made him roll back, with little stars popping out of his head.

"Why do you think I watched the old man die at your hands, but didn't show up? I have already set up a monster lock formation outside this village. Unless it is a big monster above the third rank, I can't even think about going out."

The young man walked slowly, seeming to be sighing, feeling that this demon with a sense of wisdom doesn't seem to be that brainy.

"Are you really human?"

The monster stood up, looked at the approaching young man, and roared.

"So what about people, what about demons, there are far more people killing people in this world than demons killing demons. People's hearts are more terrifying than any monsters. All his relatives and friends are dead, so he died. a blessing.

So saving him may not be a good deed, he will be lonely and miserable in this world, maybe he threw himself into the well as soon as I rescued him, so what's the point of me saving him.

Make the best use of everything, if he can buy some time for me, and arrange this monster lock formation, it can be regarded as my revenge for him, and I should do my best. "

The young man walked up to the monster and said with a smile, these words really opened the eyes of the monster.

It turns out that compared with demons, human hearts are really more terrifying.

"It turns out that the demon town masters are all so cold-blooded."

The monster looked at the young man with a determination in his eyes, which is the appearance of a trapped beast.

"No, most people in the Town Demon Division still don't have this awareness."

The young man shook his head and smiled wryly, as if he was very disappointed by this.

"Then die with me, one less monster in this world can also have one less bad guy."

The monster rushed forward, and the middle door opened wide, as if they were going to die together.

"It is true that there will be one less monster, but there will be no fewer villains."

The young man went up to meet him, but instead of throwing a stick, something flew out and hit the monster's chest.

boom!
The monster fell backwards in pain, rolling over and over on the ground.

"Have you heard of the Valley of the Wicked?"

When the monster was thrashing about in pain, the young man suddenly said something to himself.

"Valley of the Wicked?"

The monster turned his head and looked at the young man blankly.

"Yes, the Valley of the Wicked, I'm from there."

The young man came to the side of the monster, and in its astonished eyes, pierced its skull with a stick.

"So from the beginning together, I am not a good person."

After the young man finished speaking lightly, he pulled out the stick covered with blood and brains, then looked west, and found that the sun had completely sunk.

To the west, there is only a wisp of white belly left, and the moon has quietly climbed into the sky, which can be said to be as bright as the sun and the moon.

This scene is very poetic, but looking at this bloody mountain village, even if Li Taibai came, he would not think of poetic and picturesque.

"Since we have met, it is fate, and I will bury you for you."

The young man sighed, and then began to clean up.

Two hours later, it was completely dark. The young man wiped the sweat off his face and walked out of a large room.

In the whole village, a total of 76 corpses were found, half of them were mutilated, or their chests were pierced, their stomachs were rotten, or their hands and feet were missing. In short, they looked extremely miserable.

Maybe it wasn't all the corpses, but the young man obviously didn't want to find any more. He got hay and firewood, piled up the house full of corpses, poured kerosene, and set the hay and kerosene on fire.

It didn't take long for the house to burn, and the soaring flames lit up half of the village. The flames went upwards and rushed more than ten meters away. They could be seen clearly from several miles away.

The fire took advantage of the wind, and not long after, half the village was on fire, but the young man didn't take it seriously.

With the help of the fire, the young man began to search for loot. He cut off the right ears of all the monsters, put them in a bag, and threw their bodies into the fire.

Since you killed the person, let's go down together and accompany you.

Taking out a pen, the young man wrote in a small notebook by the light of the fire:
On June 76th of the tenth year of Qingxin, in an isolated village at the foot of Datong Mountain, all [-] people in the village died at the mouth of red-faced ghosts.

I met Lin Xiaochuan, the silver guard of Feiyu Camp, the demon commander of the town, and 12 red-faced ghosts, all of whom were punished.