There is a river at the end of the village, and the water flows from a large river far away.
Wow.
After the river flows through fields, villages, stone bridges, and endless wilderness, it will flow into the river again in the far east.
At this time, the river flows quietly.
The setting sun after autumn falls on this land just like yesterday, last year, and thousands of years ago.
However, when the river flows under the stone bridge, it will be blocked by corpses and can no longer flow smoothly.
Water also has a temper.
It pushed in wave after wave, trying to wash away these corpses or take these corpses on a journey.
However, the body only moved.
The helpless river water can only flow away slowly, taking away the blood stains all over the body.
Even so, the river water cannot do what it wants.
As soon as it passed under the stone bridge, "bang", corpses fell down one after another, splashing the river water on the faces of the people on the stone bridge.
The young monk touched his cheek and found that it was blood.
He stood there alone, looking at the terrifying monster on the other side of the stone bridge, and then looked at the setting sun.
What's wrong with this world? Why are these monsters so scared?
What are they afraid of?
The little monk is a little tired, no, he is very tired.
How he wished he could return to Jianbang Town, sit on the stone bridge, bathe in the bloody sunset, and have a good sleep.
I remember when I was young, she loved to chat and he loved to laugh. We sat side by side on the stone bridge and fell asleep without realizing it.
This scene echoed in front of the young monk, making him stiffen and smile softly with his blood-stained face.
"Blood, the bloody monk laughed!"
A monster's voice trembled.
They stepped back involuntarily, never wanting to take a step forward again.
The wind comes from the west, carrying away the fishy wind and summoning the vultures and crows that eat carrion.
They hover in the sky and howl, bringing the desolation and sadness of autumn.
"Kill, kill!"
The monster behind shouted, "Brothers, reinforcements are coming from behind, kill them!"
The monsters in front wanted to move, but they honestly didn't dare to move.
"Don't forget how we get a life of worry-free food and clothing!"
The instigating monster shouted again, "Today, we died on the battlefield, and our descendants will enjoy glory and wealth in the future."
"Today, if you are afraid of life and death, those who have been enslaved by you, raped by you, beaten and killed by you will treat your wives, sons and daughters in the same way!"
"Can you bear it?!"
"cannot!"
"What are you waiting for? Kill!"
The inciting monster took the lead and charged towards the young monk with a long knife in his hand.
"kill!"
The retreating monsters did not hesitate any longer. They stepped on the corpses of their companions and onto the blood-stained stone bridge, charging toward the young monk.
The little monk gently raised his feet.
Lift your soaked feet from the muddy blood.
He clasped his hands together and recited softly, "Amitabha."
In an instant, the monsters surrounded the little monk.
From time to time, a blood flower bloomed in the sky, looking strangely charming under the setting sun.
The endless golden wheat fields were ignored by no one at this time, they were watching this scene quietly.
The dense aquatic plants in the river entangled the fallen corpses one after another, absorbing nutrients from them.
It can be expected that after a year, this place may be desolate, but the water plants will definitely be lush.
On the stone bridge, there were constant screams, the sound of falling water, and the shadows of swords and swords.
Finally, when the sun was about to shed its last ray of light, the monsters around the little monk became thinner, and the pile of corpses under his feet became thicker.
The little monk was covered in blood.
There are my own and others'.
His steps became staggering, and when he pointed out, he was no longer poking at the person, but at the phantom.
Even so, given the shock caused by the corpse at his feet, the monsters still chose to surround the little monk and wait for an opportunity.
They are like a pack of jackals hunting a lion.
As long as they find a flaw, they will disperse and eat this little monk alive.
Even gods get tired sometimes, let alone humans.
Finally, the little monk's steps were messed up. If he made a mistake, he would fall down.
The monsters took the opportunity and swarmed up.
A monster's sword is the fastest.
He knew how powerful the young monk was. After approaching the young monk, he cut off the index finger that killed countless monsters with one sword.
The other monsters are not slow either.
They also had a clear division of labor and attended to various vital points of the young monk at the same time.
In their minds, the young monk was no longer a human being, but a god or a demon. Only by stabbing all the vital parts could he be killed.
"I'll fuck you, uncle!"
When the sword was about to hit the little monk, a man rushed up from behind and pushed the monster away.
At the same time, he pressed on the young monk and let all the swords fall on him.
The little monk felt the hot blood flowing from the person on his back to his neck. It was very hot, so hot that it made the little monk feel hot.
He turned around hard and saw the man on top of him.
He is a member of the Godslayer Alliance.
His son was killed by a monster and cooked into a pot of meat, which was fragrant and fragrant. The dog-headed monster feasted on it.
When his wife saw that scene, she went completely crazy.
He wanted to seek justice, but the City Lord's Mansion told him through actions that the so-called justice is that you are still alive, which is already the greatest justice.
After he came back from prison, he sharpened his knife and personally killed his wife, a crazy woman who was stoned by children on the street and picked up trash to eat.
He still remembers the feeling of his wife's blood flowing on his hands.
He said that it was warm, just like the most delicious tea that his wife had brewed for him when he came back exhausted from a day's work.
However, now when he drinks warm tea, his hands feel hot.
The young monk caught a glimpse of the man's right shoulder out of the corner of his eye.
There was nothing there.
During the battle yesterday, his right arm was chopped off by a monster.
He fainted from the pain and went to the back to recuperate.
"Kill!"
When the monsters withdrew their swords and tried to attack again, a group of people came over from behind the stone bridge to kill them.
They were all wounded who were carried down.
Some of them were jumping on one leg, some had the bones of their severed hands still exposed, and some had a large piece of their scalp cut off.
They rushed towards the monster desperately.
Those who lost their right hands used their teeth; those who had nothing, they used their bodies to block the little monk.
"Come on, kill!"
A man spit out an ear and yelled at the monster.
"Hmph, the end of the strong crossbow!"
The monster leader at the bridge waved his hand, and another group of monster soldiers surrounded the stone bridge.
Just when they were approaching the little monk and were about to push down the little wave that had arisen again, something unexpected happened in the team of demon soldiers.
A monster suddenly raised his sword and cut down the monster soldiers around him.
When the monster in front was stunned, he swung his sword several times to cut a path of blood, and stepped in front of the young monk.
The wounded man is still struggling with the monster.
The monster kicked them all, opened the corpses, and dragged the young monk out.
"I'll go to your uncle's little monk, I owe you everything in my life!"
The bamboo pole monster roared angrily, dragging the little monk with one hand, stepping on the blood mud, and took a step towards Shennong City.
He is good at running away.
After he was injured two days ago, he acutely realized that he would die if he stayed any longer.
Shennong City cannot be defended.
He advised the young monk to leave, and the Godslayer's men to leave, but they were indifferent.
Three days ago, he lost a hand.
He had done his best, so the bamboo pole monster chose to leave.