Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 6 Demon

Dark clouds swept across the night sky.

The already dim moonlight was suddenly completely obscured.

In the village, it was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Luo Qingfeng held his breath and walked into the village, keeping his eyes and ears open.

Although I was very scared.

But at this point, he was in a predicament with no way out.

The five people behind him, no one knew where they were hiding, but they were definitely all staring at him intently.

He had no choice but to muster his courage, lift his feet, and continue walking into the village.

No villagers came out to greet them.

No illusions appeared.

The scene was the same as when we returned during the day.

The houses had collapsed, corpses were scattered everywhere, and a nauseating stench of decay hung in the air.

Nothing has changed.

Has that demon already left?

The entire village has been slaughtered, so there's no need for us to stay any longer, right?

wrong!

After walking a few more steps, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

This village is located at the foot of the mountain.

Behind us are rolling mountains, where there should be many wild animals.

With so many people dead in the village, the smell must be strong.

Wild animals that come out to hunt at night should be able to smell this place very quickly and then come to eat.

But no, it didn't.

The village was deathly silent.

Even in the mountains and forests behind, there were no cries of wild animals.

This is not in line with common sense.

The only explanation is that the terrible demon may still be hiding in this village.

Therefore, no wild beasts dared to come near.

Thinking of this, Luo Qingfeng became nervous again.

Soon, he arrived at the door of the house where he had come to greet the bride during the day.

The house has collapsed, and half of the courtyard wall has also collapsed.

The place was a complete mess.

He paused for a moment, then continued walking forward.

We walked all the way to the end of the village.

However, no illusions or abnormalities occurred.

Just then, the woman named Nightingale whispered in his ear: "Go check on the bride's house."

He had no choice but to turn back.

Soon, he arrived at the bride's house.

"Go in!"

Fatty Meng's voice also rang in my ears.

But the harsh, commanding tone made Luo Qingfeng very unhappy.

Is this sending him to his death as the first to charge?

Sure enough, these people didn't care about his life or death.

He stood still.

Fatty Meng's voice rang out again: "Kid, don't you want to save your bride anymore? Hurry up and go inside! We'll protect you from behind, what are you afraid of?"

Luo Qingfeng paused for a moment before walking into the courtyard along the collapsed wall.

The courtyard was filled with broken bricks and tiles.

He remembered seeing corpses buried under the bricks and tiles, as well as blood, when he came with the constables during the day.

However, it was dark by then, and it was no longer visible.

Is his bride buried under these ruins, or has she already escaped somewhere else?

He stood in the messy courtyard, his feelings a mix of emotions.

I don't know why.

At this moment, he was not so scared anymore.

"Damn it, they've probably already run away!"

At this moment, Fatty Meng emerged from the darkness, cursing and swearing.

The others also came out.

"Everyone in the village is dead, what's the point of it staying here? Is it just waiting for us to kill it? It must have run away long ago."

The silver-haired youth shrugged, indicating that he had expected this.

Nightingale frowned and said, "But what about the remaining villagers? If they escaped, where would they have gone?"

Fatty Meng kicked at the roof tiles and said, "It's probably buried under some house. Those guys probably didn't notice it when they came to check the body during the day. Or maybe it was carried away or eaten by some wild animal from the mountains. As for the illusion this kid encountered during the day, it's probably just a coincidence."

The long-haired man said solemnly, "That is indeed possible, but..."

"Huh, what's that sound?"

Everyone's expressions froze, and they fell silent.

Just then, a faint cry for help suddenly came from the ruins of another house on the right.

"Help...help me..."

The group exchanged glances, but instead of going over immediately, their expressions tightened, and they gripped their weapons more firmly.

A few more moments passed.

The long-haired man, whom the group called their captain, gripped his sword and cautiously walked over.

The other four followed behind, all looking wary.

Luo Qingfeng stood still.

The disheveled man walked to the broken bricks and listened carefully for a while before turning to look at the others and saying, "Open it together."

He then whispered a reminder: "Everyone, be careful."

The group all nodded in agreement.

The five people spread out, standing in different directions, but not far apart, so they could provide support at the fastest speed at any time.

They began clearing away the bricks and tiles on the ground.

After the pile of bricks and tiles was cleared away, a broken roof beam was exposed on the ground.

Beneath the roof beam lay a man covered in blood.

The man's leg appeared to have been smashed and twisted in another direction.

Several black steamed buns were scattered around him.

He was still weakly calling out, "Help...help..."

The group of men with disheveled hair observed carefully for a while, exchanged glances, and seemed not to have noticed anything unusual.

However, the group did not let their guard down.

Fatty Meng stepped forward, pointing his knife at the man on the ground.

The man turned his head with difficulty to look at them, his face contorted in pain as he said, "Help...help me..."

The silver-haired man glanced at the steamed buns on the ground, stepped forward, and asked, "What happened in the village? What did you see?"

Fear immediately flashed in the man's eyes, and he trembled as he stammered, "Monster...monster..."

"What kind of monster? Tell me!"

Fatty Meng's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked.

The man's lips trembled, but he didn't utter a single word.

He seemed to want to move his already numb body, but as soon as he moved, he suddenly trembled all over and his face was full of pain.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at his broken leg, trembling all over in pain.

Upon seeing this, the silver-haired man took out a bottle of powder, uncorked it, and sprinkled it on the wound of the man's broken leg.

But they didn't help him remove the heavy roof beams that were pressing down on him.

"Help...help me..."

The man's face was deathly pale, and he trembled in pain.

Fatty Meng said coldly, "Tell us what happened in the village first, then tell us what monster you saw. Once you've told us, we'll naturally save you."

At this moment, Nightingale suddenly turned her head and looked at Luo Qingfeng, who was standing not far away, and said, "I heard you're also from this village. Come and see if you know him?"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look.

At this moment, Luo Qingfeng still had no memories of this village awakening in his mind.

However, he still gritted his teeth and went over.

When he got closer and saw the man's appearance clearly, he was suddenly stunned, feeling that he was somewhat familiar with him.

Upon closer reflection...

When he came here to fetch his bride during the day, he seemed to have seen this man in a dream.

"Hey kid, do you know him?"

"I can't wait any longer," Fatty Meng asked impatiently.

Luo Qingfeng didn't answer. He stared at the man on the ground for a moment longer and then suddenly asked, "I want to ask, are all the people who appear in the illusion dead? Or do living people also appear?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback.

Nightingale replied, "That depends on whether the one creating the illusion is a master. Under normal circumstances, if it's an ordinary demon..."

Luo Qingfeng suddenly interrupted her: "I saw this villager in the illusion when I came to the village to pick up the bride earlier today..."

Upon hearing this, the five men's expressions changed drastically!

Suddenly, the disheveled man raised his sword with a "whoosh" and shouted, "Oh no! He's gone!"

The group was horrified to discover that the man with the broken leg, who had just been trapped under the roof beam, had vanished without a trace!

"Everyone be careful! Don't separate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of black claws suddenly appeared under the silver-haired man's feet, grabbed his ankle, and pulled him into the ground with a "whoosh"!

"Ginsa!"

The group was shocked!

"boom!"

Just then, the silver-haired man, wielding a long sword, suddenly leaped out of the ground, covered in mud, and shouted urgently, "Run! This demon is at least in the late stage of Demon Transformation!"

Upon hearing this, the men's expressions changed drastically, and they turned and ran.

After the silver-haired man was dragged underground, Luo Qingfeng turned around and fled out of the village as fast as he could.

Nobody here cares about his life or death.

He certainly couldn't hesitate at all.

However, he was not a cultivator after all, and his body was very weak, so his speed was not fast.

The five demon hunters caught up with him instantly and left him behind.

But at that moment, he suddenly saw the silver-haired man thrust his long sword forward, and with a "whoosh," it pierced through the body of the petite girl in front of him.

The girl paused, stopping in her tracks.

At this moment, the others running ahead also suddenly realized something was wrong and abruptly stopped.

Luo Qingfeng thought to himself: This is bad!

He barely paused, and with a "whoosh," he dashed past the group and continued running out of the village.

"Brother Ginsa, you..."

The girl turned around and looked at the silver-haired man behind her in disbelief.

"puff!"

The silver-haired man's chest suddenly exploded!

Immediately, a pair of jet-black claws emerged from the blood hole, one of which clutched a beating, bright red heart!

The silver-haired man's face also began to distort and change.

The girl's mouth dropped open.

"Whoosh!"

Just then, a sharp, long tongue suddenly flew out of the silver-haired man's mouth, piercing through the girl's mouth and going straight through her head!

The girl froze, frozen in place, motionless.

At that moment, the disheveled man in front roared and slashed out with his sword.

Fatty Meng also raised his long sword and roared as he slashed at it.

The nightingale's dagger flashed with a cold light as it slashed at the long tongue that had pierced the girl's head.

The silver-haired man, who had transformed into a demon, had his two arms and long tongue cut off in an instant, but he only grinned and began to transform.

His muscles began to swell, his bones began to protrude, his head suddenly burst open, revealing a pitch-black head topped with emerald green eyes and covered in fleshy growths, and two thick, pitch-black claws rapidly grew from his severed arm...

"Walk!"

The disheveled man turned and fled almost without hesitation.

His arm was covered in blood; he had been injured without anyone knowing when.

Fatty Meng dragged his sword and ran at an extremely fast speed, overtaking Luo Qingfeng, who was running in the lead, in the blink of an eye.

Nightingale, carrying the petite girl covered in blood, followed behind. With a powerful leap, she landed beside Luo Qingfeng and instantly overtook him.

Luo Qingfeng was left behind again.

Just as the group crossed the wooden bridge, they heard the demon's sinister laughter and the whooshing sound of its running back behind them.

"Mount up!"

The man with disheveled hair was the first to leap onto the horse.

Fatty Meng first slashed the horse's rump hard with the back of his knife. As the horse lunged forward in pain, he leaped up and jumped onto it.

Nightingale, carrying the blood-soaked girl, leaped onto her horse and shouted urgently, "Fatty Meng, take that kid with you!"

Fatty Meng didn't reply, and instead slashed the horse's rump hard with the back of his knife.

The horse galloped away, instantly taking the lead.

As the horse galloped, the nightingale turned her head to look at the boy lagging behind, a hint of hesitation on her face.

Suddenly, Fatty Meng turned around and shouted, "Nightingale, don't be reckless! Leaving that kid here will buy us some time! Tomorrow we'll gather our men and come back to avenge him!"

The man with disheveled hair remained silent.

A look of pity crossed the nightingale's face.

But at this moment, she had no other choice.

Either she escapes with the girl in her arms, or she dies here with the girl in her arms and the boy behind her.

"Snapped!"

Just as she was struggling with her decision, the man with the long hair suddenly lashed the horse's rump with his whip. The horse, in pain, leaped forward and galloped away.

"Aww—"

The demon chasing behind suddenly leaped up and landed in front of Luo Qingfeng.

The three horses, carrying their master, galloped away in fear and pain, quickly disappearing into the distance.

(End of this chapter)