[Comprehensive] The Hundred Stories of Qingxingdeng

Chapter 88

The people in the village gathered together, found an open space, piled up all the dry firewood they had picked up, and built a simple shelf.The corpses of those who died in these days were covered with cloth and placed on top, and then the flames were lit.

The raging fire shot up into the sky, and burned the corpses placed on it, just like the house of the village chief's house that was on fire that day. The wind that blows pushed the burning fire to make it even bigger.Those who stood a little closer were all receded by the heat of the fire.

Everyone looked at everything in front of them, but it was different from the nervousness, excitement, and anticipation when they burned down the house of the village chief's house that day. This time, everyone's faces were heavy.

No one cares about whether they killed the wrong person a few days ago, and now everyone is only worried about one thing - who is next?

As you can imagine, an injured demon is like an enraged and hungry beast. He hunts faster and faster, and his "food appetite" also increases.

Originally, he would only kill people once every few days, but this monster seemed to have found a new joy and started killing non-stop, not just to satisfy his appetite, but more like a kind of fun.

Look at the people who were killed, until the end of the three people who died, they still died miserably. Their stomachs were also cut open, but the internal organs in their stomachs were all there, ripped apart.It was found that the walls and the ground of their room were also covered with blood, just like children's graffiti, which made people look...shocking.

Because of Colby's death, the village chief, who was no longer in charge, came out again, standing in front of the crowd with a cane in his hand, silently watching the burning flames.

When the flames gradually diminished and the charred corpses turned into ashes, he turned his head to look at the roaring villagers before: "The great sword will come soon."

"How fast is it?" The face of the villagers who had calmed down a little was full of exhaustion and despair, "The speed of killing monsters is getting faster and faster, and it is so terrifying... Can the big sword really save us? I heard it was just a group of women.” In people’s minds, women should stay at home to do housework and take care of children, and maybe they can go to the fields, but how powerful can women be?That doesn't exist.

So no matter how powerful the rumored great sword is, the hearts of the villagers are still hanging.

But the big sword, those legendary silver-eyed witches are their last resort.

Facing the villagers' questioning, the village chief's wrinkled face remained motionless. He just raised his eyelids and glanced at everyone, and then said, "If you are afraid, you can choose to leave the village."

The scene, which was already silent enough, became even more deserted, and no one spoke.There is only a slight wind blowing, and the sparks that are blown up by the wind are flying in mid-air.

"My son is dead, my house has been burned down, demons have come to my village, and my villagers are in panic..." The village head's voice was very low and hoarse, and his words were somewhat short of breath, but he said Everyone can hear the unhurriedness, "We are all just human beings, and human beings cannot defeat demons... I am very sorry that I cannot protect you, but I have done everything I can."

"One last thing..." The village chief, who was about to turn around and was about to leave, paused, "Aren't you worried that monsters are inside when so many people gather together?"

After saying this, the village chief left, and the villagers who stayed behind looked at each other, and quickly distanced themselves from the people around them, looking at each other with a little warning in their eyes, and then they all quickly left and retreated. .

The words of the village chief were still useful. The villagers who were worried at first packed up their belongings and prepared to leave that day.

The outside world is also very dangerous, but compared with the increasingly crazy monsters in the village, there may be a chance of survival.

There are some people who think this way, but those who can leave are those who have no worries.

The village chief standing at the entrance of the village looked at the villagers who sneaked away and thought that he had left very low-key and didn't say anything. He just twisted his son's belongings in his hands, and his eyes were so calm that there was no life.

After his son died, the originally terrifying monster seemed to have lost all its deterrent power to the village chief. Even if he died now, the village chief would not feel any fear.

However, the village head is not afraid, and the villagers are still very scared.

When Puli returned home, he saw his wife was packing things, and his son was placed beside him, watching everything in front of him quietly with his big eyes open.

Puli's wife is a fat woman with an amiable face on weekdays, especially when she smiles.It's just that Puli's wife really couldn't laugh these two days. When Puli left, the more she thought about it, the more frightened she started to pack her things.

She had the same thoughts as those who wanted to leave, Puli who came back saw her and stopped her, "What are you doing?"

"Pack up your things and prepare to leave!"

"Do you think we can escape?" Puli grabbed his wife's hand, and his wife struggled several times but couldn't break free.After shaking her hands like venting her anger, but unable to shake Puli, Puli's wife covered her face and cried, "What if we don't leave? We will all die here! I heard from those people in the village that maybe leave Only here can we survive, that demon is getting more and more terrifying."

Seeing his wife crying, Puli raised his arms and held her in his arms, "Don't worry... I will protect you. Now is not the time to leave, because..." Puli didn't finish the following words, but He frowned, opened his mouth and closed it again.

He couldn't tell his nervous wife that the monster might be more terrifying than they thought.

That demon will not allow anyone to escape.

Probably because someone escaped from the village, no one died in the village in the next two days.That put some nerves at ease a little.But on the third day, after the people in the village got up, they found the bodies of those who escaped at the entrance of the village.

The corpses of those people were randomly thrown on the ground or hung on the trees, and each of them kept the expression before death, the unbelievable expression as if they saw something extremely terrifying.Just by looking at their expressions, one can feel the fear in their hearts before they die.

The woman who saw this was so frightened that she dropped the basket in her hand, screamed sharply, turned and ran back.

Others in the village were attracted, and then they all saw this hell-like scene.

A total of more than 20 people...

Just like that, it was thrown there casually, as if it was a limb without a soul fished out of a pool of blood.

Not one escaped.

"None...none... escaped." Puli's wife limply fell into Puli's arms, and wept again.

After this incident, the originally tense village suddenly became lifeless, and everyone was shrouded in despair.No one wants to work anymore, no one thinks about whether they will be hungry anymore, and everyone locks themselves at home, not wanting to see or hear anything.

Looking at such a village, Puli also felt a little desperate.

He went back with the shovel and started digging holes in the house, and his wife did the same with him.

Time is running out, and Puli doesn't have much hope of surviving, but if he can...he hopes his son can live.

He is still so young...

He hasn't seen the world properly, has he?

Pooley's wife thought the same way, and was strengthened by it.

It didn't have to be a big dig, but they hoped they could find a place where they could hide their son.

On the second day, another person died in the village...

This time, no one showed any signs of collapse. Everyone seemed to be used to this kind of scene and became indifferent to it.

At this time, the long-awaited big sword finally arrived.

Dajian is an exceptionally tall woman with silver eyes, long golden hair, and a delicate features.She draped herself in a broad gray cloak, and carried a huge, heavy sword on her back.

When she came to this village, all she saw were the dry firewood that had been burned to ashes, and there were still some black ashes traces on the ground.

Dajian stood at the entrance of the village and twitched his mouth with a disgusted look in his eyes, "The stench of demons is so strong that people can't breathe."

The originally bustling village was now extremely deserted. Dajian walked unhurriedly on the small road in the village. Along the way, he saw many things, the traces left by the monsters.

When she came to the middle of the village, she finally saw a trace of people.

There were about [-] to [-] people gathered together, all eyes were red and they didn't know what they were fighting for, and no one paid attention to the arrival of the big sword.

Dajian stood outside and watched for a long time, seeing someone among the group of people holding up his hand, holding a piece of yellow paper with unfamiliar characters written in red paint—— Or is it painting?

The others all stretched out their arms to grab the yellow piece of paper. In order to fight for such a piece of paper, they did not hesitate to beat their heads and blood.On the ground next to this group of people, there were still people covering their heads and falling to the ground. The scene didn't look very good.

Dajian stood there a little bored watching this group of people scrambling for such a piece of paper, and because the person in the middle did not hold it properly to avoid other people's hands, the paper was blown up by the wind and moved towards Dajian. The sword floated over.

Everyone's eyes were chasing after the piece of paper, and there was nowhere to be seen the big sword standing not far away, until the big sword stretched out its slender fingers and pinched the piece of paper in his hand.

Casually holding the piece of paper and flipping it from side to side, Dajian raised his eyebrows: "Is there anything special about this piece of paper?" Several sturdy villagers who rushed over stepped on their feet.

Her movements were so fast that the villagers didn't even realize what happened. They couldn't stand up from the ground even if they tried to struggle.The way these people were stacked on top of each other and struggling helplessly calmed down the other people who wanted to follow.

Then, the villagers standing in front of them constricted their pupils after seeing the big sword's eyes and the exposed golden hair, and swallowed their saliva and asked, "You... who are you?"

Dajian raised his hand and removed the cloak and hat, revealing his face, "Didn't you invite me to kill demons? Don't you even know the characteristics of Dajian?"

That person asked so just to make sure that others had already recognized her when they saw the color of Dajian's eyes and the giant sword on her back.Listening to her answer now, the people who were frantically snatching the yellow paper quickly took a step back, with fear that could not be concealed in their eyes.

They are afraid of demons and look down on the "Silver-eyed Witch", but when they really face the "Silver-eyed Witch", they are also afraid.

Fear them like you are afraid of demons.

Dajian was already used to the scene in front of him, and he didn't even have the thought of getting angry, but he twitched his lips and turned his gaze back to the yellow paper that didn't look anything special.

"You haven't told me, what's so special about this piece of paper? They're all grabbing it?"

"No... nothing special!" The person standing in front spoke again, in a very flustered tone.

Dajian twitched the corner of his mouth in boredom, "If there's nothing special, I'll tear it off."

Seeing that Dajian was really about to tear the piece of paper, all the villagers who had been quiet and silent all of a sudden said, "Don't!"

Dajian smiled and looked at the villagers without speaking. The person standing in front finally replied: "This piece of paper... this piece of paper can block the attacks of monsters."

"Huh?" Seeing the boring Dajian standing up slightly, a serious look finally appeared on his face, "Tell me about it."

The man who was stepped on by the big sword wanted to stop him, but he was stumped by the big sword's foot before he opened his mouth, and he couldn't speak. Others didn't dare to fool them when they saw it, so they told what they knew come out.

It turned out that shortly before Dajian came to the village, the demon who had been hiding in the dark came out again.

This time, the monster had no intention of covering up its tracks at all, and appeared in front of everyone on the spot.

To be precise, the demon appeared behind Puli in broad daylight. At that time, someone happened to see the scene and was horrified and screamed.

Puli, who thought he was going to die, survived when the monster's tentacles were about to pass through his chest.

Puli didn't die, the demon's tentacles were blocked by a layer of halo at a distance from Puli's body, and a piece of yellow paper floated out from Puli's arms to block the gap between Puli and the demon. For a while, he actually blocked all the attacks of the monster.

Not only that, but when the monster attacked Puli, it seemed that it would also be hurt. In the end, the monster left by itself.

All this happened in front of the eyes of everyone, and everyone felt incredible, but they had to believe what they saw.

Then these villagers, who had almost stopped talking to each other, came out of their rooms and asked Puli where the yellow paper came from.

After learning that the yellow paper was given to him by the woman in the broken house, and said it was the amulet of the wind god, the villagers regretted it for a moment.Regret that they never believed in the gods that the woman in the shabby house said, and regret that they burned the woman in the shabby house to death.

But it didn't take long for everyone to regret it, and someone immediately asked Puli for the yellow paper.

Of course, some seemingly "reasonable" excuses were given, and they didn't directly grab it.

"Can you lend me that talisman? I want to trace the pattern on it. Maybe it will be useful."

When the first person spoke, the others followed suit.

Of course Puli wanted to refuse. After discovering the function of this wind talisman, he wanted to take this wind talisman back and give it to his child.But those villagers who were already terrified did not give Puli a chance to refuse.

After it developed, it became obvious that it was robbed.

Not only did they snatch the wind talisman from Puli's hands, they even fought for such a wind talisman.