In the dark night, the light of torches shone out violently tombs. What's strange is that most of the graves are still scattered white bones, and only a few scattered corpses are missing.

"The corpse disappears all the new graves!"

Thinking about the scene in front of him, Roy thought of an extremely greedy and bloodthirsty monster - a zombie ghoul.

If the cemetery is caused by ghouls, even for the witch hunters, the situation will be quite difficult, let alone the ordinary people like them.

"There is danger here, everyone will leave first!" As soon as Roy finished speaking, a strange whistle came from everyone's ears, as if someone was whipping a whip into the air.

One second, two seconds.

The burly butcher suddenly groaned, like a fish hooked by a hook. His limbs suddenly stretched backwards and spread out like spasms. He was pulled again, and he staggered forward for two steps.

At this time, the torches on the hands of several people suddenly shone out a long strip of objects that crossed the night sky and were shining with flesh-colored luster, which was ghostly shot out from the night, like a sharp arrow piercing through the butcher's shoulders and tearing a huge gap.

The Pusig steel sword, which was the first to come back to its senses, slashed up, but the long object was released first, shrinking into the dark night where the fire could not be shined.

"What the hell?!" Several people rushed to form a circle, surrounding the injured.

The butcher was sweating profusely and his teeth were almost broken. He covered the huge wounds desperately, and blood still poured out like a spring. His body began to become weak and his life quickly passed. He had already premonitioned his fate.

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

The oldest old Jack looked around, and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes.

"Escape! If you can leave, you will have a chance to settle the score with this ghost!"

Several people ran with him.

Roy was forced to run by the blacksmith for a while before calming down, and still shivering, "That thing is definitely not a ghoul. What is it?" He suddenly looked back and saw a human-shaped creature with a hunchback. The thing did not have the flowing shape of a cheetah, and even looked bloated. Its belly was like an old woman who was pregnant for six months, but it ran faster than a cheetah.

It kept circling around the crowd, dragging out afterimages in the cemetery of the night, like a gust of wind, sprinting and making sharp screams like night owls. While mocking, enjoying the hunting process.

"Collection of corpses, hunched like an old woman, spitting her tongue, living in the tomb." These clues were connected together, and Roy vaguely had a guess. Seeing that he was still absent-minded, Old Jack couldn't help but slapped him hard, "Don't be dazed, Roy, run, don't think about anything, run!" Now, Roy used all his last strength to sprint towards the cemetery gate!

It was so close that I almost left the hellish cemetery.

A ghost fell from the sky with the sound of wind, and suddenly stopped in front of several people. The face was covered with moss and sarcoma, ferocious and extremely ugly.

The blue-black skin emitting the stench of a corpse, covered with mottled scales, and the long claws of limbs and claws were like sickles, stained with a thick layer of blood and mud.

The evil witch in the fairy tale, the old woman disfigured by the fire, and the ghosts in the nightmare can't describe its horror.

It opened its deformed arms to the four people, smiled and showed its black teeth with uneven mouths. Its disgusting body was like a mountain of flesh, insurmountable.

It's over!

A sense of despair rose in the hearts of several people at the same time, but they were unwilling to surrender!

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 lift the arrow stained with wolf blood.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared from the slanting ground and hit the monster in the waist. Unexpectedly, he crushed it to the ground.

The butcher was covered in blood, his expression was crazy, and he pressed the monster's bloody mouth with both hands.

"Go away, find the witch hunter! Take revenge on me and avenge on Branton!" His eyes were bloody and tears burst out from his eyes.

This poor father guessed the fate of his child, and his will to die. His only family is gone, what's the point of living?

As soon as he finished speaking, the monster suddenly broke free from the containment, kicked him away like a sandbag, and fell to the ground, not knowing life and death. It was particularly unsatisfied, as if it was completely attracted to hatred, ignored Roy and the other four, and continued to pounce on the butcher who had fallen on the ground.

The deformed claws danced into afterimages, and flesh and blood flew everywhere in the swaying fire. It wanted to remove the other party from eight pieces.

"Old guy, be a hero yourself, let me be a coward?" The blacksmith Pusig suddenly raised the steel sword high, and his maroon face showed a sense of determination, "Boss, you take Roy away! Skelij only has a man who died in battle, no coward who retreated!" Without waiting for the three of them to react, Pusig rushed back to the cemetery without hesitation, and the long sword stabbed the raging demon shadow behind.

Old Jack and the night patrolman grabbed Roy, who was aiming at the crossbow arrows on the left and right, "Let's go, kid, don't let their sacrifices be in vain."

Roy stopped struggling, put down the crossbow arrow dejectedly, and with the uncontrollable sourness in his nose, he escaped from the cemetery with the two of them.

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

The light was like a signal flare, instantly detonating the fatigue and pain lurking in Roy's body. He felt like a muddy mind was like a paste, his feet became weak, and he suddenly fainted.

"Roy?" Jack quickly helped him up. Seeing his red face, his eyes closed, he looked at his forehead, and it was hot. He worked hard in the wilderness for most of the night in the cold, but did not get enough rest. He spent a lot of physical energy and mind. In addition, the pressure caused by the wild wolf and the terrifying monster was completely understandable.

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

The village chief, who was in his fifties and white-haired, greeted him with several villagers. Seeing that the three of them were dirty and embarrassed, the old face was filled with bitterness, and hesitated and hesitated,

"Fletcher and Pusig..."

"They can't come back." Jack pinched his temple alone, his wrinkled face filled with pain, mixed with a hint of fear.

"Missar, you're right, the wilderness at night is too dangerous. We went to the cemetery to look for Brandon, but we were attacked by a terrifying monster. You must immediately warn everyone to prohibit getting close to the cemetery."

Old Jack walked a few steps in place and said hatefully, "That monster can't be dealt with by ordinary people, you must hire a witch hunter!"

"Tomorrow, I'll send someone to the city to post notices!" Several villagers who heard the sound nodded hurriedly, "Don't let that thing harass the village."

It is destined to be uneasy tonight, and every household is woken up and warned by the village chief one by one.

The originally peaceful and peaceful village of Kaye became chaotic because of this sudden accident.
Chapter completed!