The cemetery was peaceful and peaceful at night. Except for a few screams and some inexplicable knocking sounds from time to time, there was nothing special about it.
The old man was sitting on a chair in his cabin, sipping wine and turning a deaf ear to the strange noises outside the window. He was either accustomed to it or indifferent. He threw the shovel that never left his body at the head of the bed and leaned against the wall.
Life would be very pleasant, if no one came to disturb me.
The screams and banging outside stopped, replaced by the harsh sound of iron chains rubbing against the ground.
The old man frowned, put down the wine, picked up the shovel and walked out. There was silence outside the wooden house, but this silence made the old man feel uncomfortable. The sound of chains rubbing against the ground lingered around, sometimes far and sometimes near.
"sia~~"
The old man recognized this voice.
The hoarse low roar is like an evil ghost coming from the abyss. Only extremely evil creatures can make such unpleasant roars.
The old man remained vigilant. He straightened his slightly bent waist and slowly moved towards the direction of the sound. He hid behind the tombstone and used the surrounding trees as a cover. The environment here was incomparable to him.
It's so familiar that it's easy to hide your figure.
If this is an online game, then the old man will have the buff bonus of the venue here.
It was a spiritual creature with a body floating in mid-air. It was dark as a whole and blended perfectly into the night. Its face was covered by a gauzy black cloak, and only two rotten bone claws were exposed. It looked like
It's extremely breathtaking.
"Soul Eater!"
Why does it appear here?
Although it stands to reason that there are many souls in the cemetery, and souls are their food for Soul Eaters, and naturally there will be more Soul Eaters in the cemetery, but the old man has not seen Soul Eaters in the cemetery for nearly twenty years.
Why did it suddenly appear again now?
Judging from its appearance, it is obviously eating and devouring the souls of the deceased in the tomb.
The old man picked up the shovel, his eyes slowly becoming sharper.
He is the gravekeeper of this cemetery, and he does not allow such evil creatures to disturb the peace of the deceased.
The Soul Eater, who was eating, turned its neck at an incredible angle, and a rotten smell seemed to come from under the black veil. Apparently it found the uninvited guest who disturbed its meal. It also didn't mind a fresh dessert delivered to its door.
The soul always tastes better than the soul of the dead.
"It's been a long time since I've been active. It's just a good time for me to see if I've regressed."
The old man was holding a shovel, his arms drooped naturally, a stream of light flashed past, and silvery-white light spots emitted from the shovel. Then the light spots began to spread, and the silvery-white stripes carried a holy aura, showing the original appearance of the shovel.
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The soft light shone on the body of the Soul Eater, but it brought great pain to it. It was afraid of this power, as if it had encountered a natural enemy.
"It seems that I am still young." The wrinkles on the old man's face were full of smiles.
The sound of chains made a sharp sound as they rubbed against the ground.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I didn't expect there to be gravekeepers here. I thought you were extinct fifty years ago."
A figure appeared on the path of the cemetery, holding a will-o'-the-wisp lantern that emitted dim light. The smell of rotting corpses wafted from it, as if it had emerged from a grave.
For the old man, this is a voice that is so familiar that it is unforgettable. How familiar it is and how rich it is. Just like the hatred of fifty years, it makes people go crazy and become a demon.
The dim will-o'-the-wisp lantern shed its light on the Soul Eater. The next moment, the Soul Eater, bathed in the light of the will-o'-the-wisp, roared manically, overcoming the fear of the soft silver-white color, like a mad wild dog, lost.
A sane monster who crazily wants to kill all living creatures around him.
It lowered its body and rushed towards the old man.
A silver-white cold light flashed through, and the Soul-Eating Demon's body was split into two halves by the old man.
The dark and evil spirit creature let out its last scream before death, just like the sound it made when it was pressed to the ground and tortured by the vampire.
"What a pity." The figure looked at the scattered spirit in the air and said without any regrets: "Did you know that in order to catch this soul-eating demon, I took the risk and sneaked into the vampire's territory?"
"Really? That's a pity. It's a pity that the vampire didn't directly kill the disgusting creature that sneaked into his house."
"Hahaha, you don't have a very good temper as a tombkeeper." Gao Qi took a step forward, holding the will-o'-the-wisp lantern with his rotten fingers and said: "Go away, don't disturb me, even if that Soul-Eating Demon
As a welcome gift, your shovel must be full."
"No, I think it has just developed its appetite now, and may have to swallow you to fill its stomach."
"Then, go to hell."
Gongji's body had no intention of continuing to talk nonsense. The long iron chain behind it suddenly started to move. Then, an iron chain fell to the ground like a broken one, and in the void behind it, ripples appeared like water.
Li.
A monster climbed out of the void. It was a sewn monster, a creature sewn out of corpses, just like Frankenstein, but the sewn-out creature in front of him no longer even had a human shape.
It's a monster made up of various corpses.
The ferocious appearance made people instinctively fearful. The old man could smell the strong smell of putrefaction and black magic from this monster. He didn't know how many kinds of forbidden magic were used on this monster.
A trace of cold sweat slipped from his forehead, and the old man felt a crisis.
Then, the monster moved.
Its body turned into a black wind, shuttling around the tombstone, making it impossible for the old man to capture its figure.
The sense of crisis around him becomes more and more intense. If he was young, he might still have the strength to fight, but he is now an octogenarian, and his body has long been unable to compare with when he was young. If this continues, he will die!
Death is worthless!
No, it couldn't be like this. He couldn't calmly accept that his death was worthless. At this moment, the old man poured his life into the shovel in his hand. This was the soul of the tombkeeper and the source of their strength.
The silvery white light is no longer soft, but becomes dazzling and more aggressive.
"Death!" In an instant, the old man exploded with his remaining life energy and slashed hard in the direction of the Stitch Beast.
The stone bricks on the ground were smashed into pieces, but the suture beast was unscathed!
The old man looked at the Stitch Beast in disbelief as he avoided his attack. Why could he avoid it? At that speed, why could he avoid it?
Despair, a deep despair surged into my heart.
Should fifty years of hatred be so worthless and buried in the grave together with his own death?
Just when the figure was about to give the old man the final blow, it raised its head and looked towards the center of the city.