In the dark night of Jichao, he was breathing heavily. The excessive tranquility, the comforting silence, his own footsteps echoed in his empty brain. He panted hard, as if he wanted to spit out the fear from his heart.

‘Why am I here? What’s going on with those things? Where on earth am I?’ No one answered his question. There was no human being except him in this darkness.

He huddled in a dark and damp corner, his fingertips gradually being swallowed by the cold. The distant roar pierced his cochlea, and his body trembled, causing goosebumps all over his body.

"Here they come...they're coming..." He held his head in his hands and huddled in the corner, and he could even hear the flapping of dry wings.

The roar gradually approached, dark clouds blocked the dim moonlight, and black shadows swept across the ground, like devils with wings sewn on. Behind the little devils, a huge beast-like shadow stepped forward.

He scrambled out of the corner in panic and ran towards the place where there was only a glimmer of moonlight. He knew that those things would not retreat because of the light, but at least he wanted to find some comfort in his heart.

But he still fell, but he was tripped by a small stone and fell to the ground, along with his courage and strength.

Something tucked in his arms rolled down and fell under the moonlight. It was an awl-shaped object, but on the other end of the needle tip, there was a sculpture that looked like a religious demon.

He stared at the awl for a long time, and when the roar woke him up, he began to grit his teeth and crawl forward desperately.

"Damn...it's really damn..." He stretched out his hand, grabbed the awl, stared at it, and finally closed his eyes and made a decision.

"I can't die yet. Since this is the only way, I would rather..." He raised his head, held the awl tightly, aimed at his heart and inserted it.

The moonlight is obscured by dark clouds.

He was trapped in the darkness. When the face like a dry skeleton poked his head out from the container, there was only a hint of aura left. He knelt in the darkness motionless, like a statue.

This little trick has no effect on them. One after another, the dark demons surged towards the man kneeling there. He slowly turned his head, and the disgusting things were reflected in the depths of his pupils.

s face.

The abandoned factory was surrounded by echoing roars and screams, as if hell had broken through its restraints and descended on the world.

But no one listens to all this, no one knows about it, and the frenzy that no one observes is also dead silence...

In another quiet street, there were two people wearing long black leather coats leaning against the alley wall. The young man with a mohawk yawned boredly. After all, it was too late.

Another middle-aged man with sharp eyes scanned the people passing by this street. There were office workers working overtime until late at night, drunk men and women, and sanitation workers who had been working until now.

A woman wearing revealing clothes and heavy makeup was vomiting violently beside the trash can. The whole street was filled with the smell of alcohol, which was very unpleasant.

The sanitation worker frowned and walked over to pass her a bottle of Master Kong mineral water, but was pushed away by the woman.

"Don't touch me! Go away, you're so dirty!" The woman stumbled and almost fell down, then cursed and left after she regained her balance.

The sanitation worker picked up the mineral water bottle covered with wear marks and looked at the woman's back.

Soon the woman was leaning against the wall not far away and vomiting again, indicating that she drank a lot and had hurt her stomach.

He wanted to step forward to help, but was stopped by a handsome guy with a mohawk.

"I'm telling you, uncle, just leave her alone for that kind of rude person. She won't get any benefits, and she'll get into trouble all over." said the handsome young man.

The sanitation worker looked over and saw that the woman had disappeared on the other side of the corner. He was a little angry, but he didn't show it.

"Thank you! I understand the kindness of the young man. Oh, by the way, it's so late, why don't you go home and sleep?"

"Me! I couldn't sleep, so I went out for a walk to see if any bad things came out. Then I bumped into you." The handsome guy looked at him and said.

"There are no bad things. Look, there are still people here at night. I advise you to go home quickly! Staying up late is not good for your health." The uncle advised.

"Let's have a cigarette first, sir." As he said this, he took out the cigarettes prepared in advance from his pocket and put them in his mouth. The uncle had no choice but to take them and cup his hands in thanks.

"It's really hard to do your job, isn't it? You wake up early and work late at night, and you have to face the glare. If you don't release the pressure... I don't know what will happen."

Then, as if by magic, a piece of yellow rune paper appeared in his hand, and then he waved it gently, and a green flame slowly rose on it, and then he reached for the cigarette.

The bright green firelight reflected in the eyes of the sanitation worker, turning into black runes and covering the white pupils.

"Also! Uncle, although smoking can relieve mental stress, it is harmful to the body. Try to smoke as little as possible."

The sanitation worker suddenly pushed the young man away but it was too late. A bright green flame rose from the cigarette butt. The cigarette immediately burst and turned into layers of runes, which then overlapped and turned into a ball of violent flames, expanding and exploding.

All of a sudden, everything was flying.

"Master Shazhen, did you see that I was hit!" "You bastard, what did you hit?"

In the shadows, a black writing brush appeared in the hand of the middle-aged man who came with him, and he drew a few false strokes in the air. A ball of magic ring fire dispersed with more than a dozen drawing symbols and rushed towards the fog, but was swept away by a powerful blow.

Come on.

The black "whip" swept across the small square, broke the small fountain, and swept directly towards the mohawk boy.

"Ali, be careful!"

"Don't worry, it's no problem!" Parisa bent down and came face to face with the "whip" filled with viscous bodily fluids. Then he stood up and looked at the huge creature that appeared in front of him.

The dark body is as thick as a scorpion at the bottom and thin at the top. Although a hole was blown out of the thick part, it was not seriously injured. The long flaxen beard formed a huge skull on the body, but

The real head is on the swaying tail whip.

"Damn Demon World Mage, why are you here! Damn it for ruining my good deeds." When the skull on the tail spoke, the fur on the lower body also squirmed, like a moving painting.

"Why else? As long as you stay in the world for a day, we will be everywhere. There are good things, no?, it should be called bad things." Parisa wiped her mohawk, pulled out a hair and wrapped it around

The magic pen suddenly sparkled with golden light.

As it is said, Balida and Shazhen are magicians in the demon world. In order to protect human beings, they drive away the demonic beasts that are possessed by the underworld and eat humans in order to protect humans.

The monster in front of him is the "demon" whose mind has been swallowed up and regards humans as food - Hora.
Chapter completed!