It was dark and the wind was high, and corpses were everywhere.

"Master," a sergeant came to the side of the Supreme Commander, who was ordered to guard the scene at night and said, "I don't know why, but I always feel like there are movements in the zombie corpses..."

"They have died twice, broken like sashimi. What can you do?" The Grandpa glared at him: "Don't be suspicious!"

"Hayi!" The sergeant nodded and bowed, but his back was facing thousands of zombies and did not dare to look back.

He was not alone, and basically all the Japanese soldiers stood guard and patroled with fear and fear.

There is no way, the zombies are scary, not to mention that they seem to be grinding by a meat grinder now.

It's like hell on earth, and the bloody stench in the air makes people sick.

It would be nice if they could stay here, and they really couldn't ask for more.

And the military officer was not wrong. There was really movement between the zombies, but no one dared to observe them.

If they go to check, they will find a demon in the dark night is feasting on the sea of ​​blood.

The devil's majestic body was more than three meters tall, with messy fiery red hair on his head as big as a basin, two long horns on his head, a big blood-red face, and a green eye looked like an evil ghost. He took a deep breath towards the corpses everywhere, and immediately, blood mist floated out of the corpses and was sucked into his bloody mouth.

There are so many corpses here, and the demons sucked in big mouthfuls, making their eyes so comfortable that the green light flashed like ghost fire.

But the demon didn't notice that some of the blood mist he sucked was red, while others were black...

After a while, the devil finally sucked all the blood and energy of thousands of corpses here.

The devil with a look of satisfaction returned to his master, and Master Kudo sat quietly under a big tree in the scenic area.

Seeing the demon come back, Master Kudo smiled and asked, "I have been sleeping for hundreds of years, are you satisfied now?"

"Even before sleeping," the demon grinned bloody smiled: "I have never been so satisfied!"

"Just be satisfied!" Master Kudo gently shook the Sun and Moon military fan and looked into the distance under the night sky:

"The Tokugawa family has eliminated the Tokugawa family. If I don't let the Tokugawa family grow in no way, how can I be worthy of all the ancestors..."

When he said this, Master Kudo suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked at the demon who was approaching him intentionally or unintentionally:

"Shuitun Boy, what are you going to do?"

"Although it's very satisfying," the demonic boy Shuitun's eyes flashed with greed: "But it's still a little short..."

"Baga!" Master Kudo's face darkened, and he pointed at him with a sun and moon fan: "Look at me, you monster!"

When Master Fuji said that, he fanned the Sun and Moon Army at Shuitun Boy, but Shuitun Boy did not turn into a ball of black smoke.

Master Kudo was stunned for a moment and subconsciously slapped a few more times. The boy Shuitun was still safe and sound.

"Masaka..." Master Kudo's face was pale, and he recalled what his master once told him...

"Do you think you can still accept me now?" The boy Shuitun grinned, opened his bloody mouth and sucked deeply at Master Kudo. Suddenly, Master Kudo's skin turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blood-red skin finally couldn't hold back anymore, and he was "silly" and blood was swelling from Master Kudo's pores!

Countless tiny blood streams spewed out and gathered into a ball of blood mist in the air, sucking into the big mouth of the boy Shuitun.

In a blink of an eye, Master Kudo, who was full of regret, was sucked into a mummy by Shuitun Boy. Shuitun Boy grabbed Master Kudo's neck, pulled off an arm and stuffed it into his mouth to eat and chew: "It's so delicious!"

...

"Fuck Ami!" A little-eyed monk squatted in the pit and followed the big-faced monk next to him with his mobile phone. "Maybe uncle, the new leader of the Ming Cult, Beibeilong, was elected as one million votes as the top ten masters in China, which is more than half a million votes than the jokester in the second place!"

The monk Dapinface shook his big bald head unhappily: "It's okay to have a jokester, after all, he has been famous for many years. Why should Beibeilong, a stinky and yellow-mouthed child, press on our abbot?"

"Maybe uncle," the little-eyed monk lowered his voice mysteriously: "Did you think it was Beibeilong who bought the ticket?"

"He still has to buy tickets?" The monk Dapengface curled his lips: "The Ming Cult is known as one million people!"

The monk with a small eye shook his big bald head: "I can't afford to offend me, I can't afford to offend me..."

"It's because of the story of Beibeilong," the monk Dapengface snorted: "Do you know how many martial arts people run to the small park for morning exercises now? Especially the youngest people shamelessly put on their school uniforms..."

The monk with little eyes was guilty and stopped talking. The monk with big pie face was stunned and asked in disbelief: "Have you gone too?"

"No, how could I go to the small park for morning exercises? I am a monk named Wu from the Shaolin Sect!" The little-eyed monk said with a righteous spirit: "Besides, I can't learn this kind of soft-hearted person!"

"Beibeilong is not a soft-eating person. If he eats soft-eating person, he should be the identity of Beibeilong. The title of Grandpa Tang Sect is marked in brackets. "The monk Dabingface shook his big bald head and said a fair word: "Besides, how could he eat Grandpa Tang Sect's soft-eating person with one sword?"

"I understand!" At this moment, a man's voice came from the compartment next to the monk Dapianface.

At the same time, there was also the sound of toilet flushing...

"Who!" The monk Dapengface and the monk Xiaoying changed their faces. They rushed out of the compartment without even taking their pants. Just as they saw a handsome boy walking out of the compartment next door.

When he saw the handsome boy clearly, the monk with big face and little eyes couldn't help but breathe a bad breath: "Beibeilong... no, Master Bei! Why are you here...we..."

The reason why the two of them dared to speak freely was because they did not feel that there were others in the toilet. It would be fine if the monk with little eyes was, but the monk with big bloom face is the best among the generation of Ke. If there was a third person in the toilet, the monk with big bloom face would not be able to hide his perception. But they never expected that Bei Long was also in the toilet. Of course, it would be reasonable if they could not sense Bei Long's existence, but it would be unreasonable for the leader of the Ming Cult to appear in the toilet of the Shaolin sect!

If it were they who had already shouted "Devil", but now the whole world knows that Master Kong and Master Bei have an ambiguous relationship, the monk Dapengface could only ask with a glimmer of hope: "When did you come?"
Chapter completed!